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

[Deepak_bull]

          CHAPTER 27

Meri mom mein ab koi sharm baaki nahi rahi.




Main bade filing cabinet ke peeche chhupa tha, dad ke daftar ke darwaze ke thik bahar
galiyare mein, ek tang aur andheri koney mein ghusa hua jahan galiyara aapaatkaleen
 seedhiyon ki taraf thoda mudta tha.


Cabinet ki unchi dhaanche aur upar rakhe dabbon ne poora andha sthaan bana diya tha,
 mukhya hisse se seedhi nazar rokta hua. Maine apni peeth thande dhaatu se satayi, dil
 zor zor se dhadakta hua, daftar ke darwaze ke chhote se khule hisse se jhaankta hua 
jo maine thoda sa khula chhoda tha.


Daftar ka hungama bina ruke chalta raha—log bina doosri nazar diye guzar jaate, apni 
screen ya baaton mein doobe hue. Manzil somvaar ki aam urja se bhari hui thi, lekin 
meri chhupne ki jagah hungame mein ek gupt jeb jaise thi, surakshit aur bina dekhe.


Kamra dad ke purane coffee ke mug ki halki khushboo se bhara tha jo abhi bhi wahan 
baitha tha, ab maa ke halke itar se mila hua. “Davendra ji, pakka koi nahi aayega?” maa
 ne poocha, awaaz dheemi si kanpkanahat mein sachchi fikr se bhari.


“Daftar aaj bhara pada hai—log hamesha failen ya dastkhat ke liye aate rehte hain. Agar 
koi darwaza khatkhata de? Ya bura, seedha andar ghus aaye? Hum aise pakde gaye to sab
 barbaad ho jayega.”


Davendra mez par dheela sa takraya, uski aankhen uske sharir par ghoom rahi thi us purani
 maalikana chamak ke saath, honthon par halki muskan jaise woh use thodi tezi se chalte 
dekhta raha.


“Shaant ho jao, Prisha. Darwaza lagbhag band hai, aur yeh tumhare pati ka niji daftar hai—
koi bina kaaran nahi ghus aata. Subah kaafi jaldi hai, zyadatar log abhi baith rahe hain. Waise
 bhi, agar koi paas aaye to sun hi lenge. Khatra hi to mazaa deta hai, hai na? Socho woh 
josh—tumhare pati Kishore ke daftar mein hi chudai.”


Maa ne tezi se chalna band kiya aur uski taraf mud gayi, chehre par darr aur anichchhuk josh
 ka mishran, baahen sikodi hui jaise khud ko bacha rahi ho. “Mujhe josh maloom hai, lekin 
darr lag raha hai. Agar unka sahayak ho ya saathi urgent kuchh chahiye?”


Is samay usne Davendra ko chumna shuru kar diya aur apni saari utarna shuru kar di, ab 
woh sirf blouse aur peeli panty mein thi. Meri maa ko peeli panty bahut pasand hai aur
 mujhe nahi maloom kyun.





Maa ne baat jaari rakhi, “Tumhare saathi... unhe kabhi kabhi pahunch hoti hai. Aur mere pati
 Kishore ki baat... tumhe un se itni nafrat kyun? Sach batao. Woh hamesha tumhare saath
 izzat se pesh aaye, sir kehte the, tumhare kaamon par adhik samay tak mehnat karte the. 
Woh tumhe apna maalik maante the. Itni door kyun ja rahe ho unhe dukh dene? Sach mein 
sirf mere baare mein hai?”


Davendra mez se hata aur paas aaya, sur badla kuchh gambhir par abhi bhi us niyantran wali 
dhaar ke saath. “Yeh tumse bahut pehle shuru hua tha, Prisha. Kishore bahut... suvidha mein
 hai. Use lagta hai woh seedhi chadh sakta hai bina kisi ko kuchle, hamesha achha ban kar.


 Yaad hai woh bada kaam maine pichhle saal unhe diya tha—jisne mukhyalaya se saari vahvah
 paayi? Unhone mere vichar polish kar ke apne naam se pesh kar diye. Halka sa tha, lekin 
maine dekh liya.”


Maine samjha Davendra dad se irshya karta tha kyunki dad taraqqi kar rahe the chahe Davendra 
maalik hi kyun na ho.


Davendra ne baat jaari rakhi, “Kishore poora karmchari, poora pati banne ka natak karta hai, 
lekin woh bewakoof hai. Use duniya kaise chalti hai nahi maloom. Mujhe usse nafrat isliye hai
 kyunki woh kamzori ka pratik hai—ummeed bina wafadari, josh bina pyar. 


Aur ab, tumhare saath,
 yeh niji ho gaya. Uske paas tum ho, lekin use nahi maloom tumhe santusht kaise rakha jata hai,
 maalik kaise banaya jata hai. Mujhe maloom hai.”


Maa sun rahi thi, chehra thoda naram pada lekin pareshan, paas aati jaise apne aap ke khilaf 
khinchi ja rahi ho. “Lekin Kishore tum jaise ummeedwar nahi—woh jo hai usi se khush hai.”
Davendra ne haath badhaya aur uska gaal dheere se pakda, angutha uske honth par fire. “Shayad
 thoda. Lekin zyadatar poori jeet ke baare mein. 


Jab maine tumhe daftar ke samarohon mein
 dekha, unke bagal mein shishtachar se muskurati hui, mujhe pata chal gaya tumhe zyada aag 
chahiye, zyada tez josh. Kishore tumhe bor karta hai—lambi yatraen, ek hi tarah ka sambandh, 
varshganth bhool jata hai. Unki naukri barbaad kar dena yakeen karega woh toot jayen, aur tum
 poori tarah mujh par nirbhar ho jao.”


Us suljhi hui baat ke saath, usne use kheench liya aur gehre chumne laga, honth jaldi se apna
 banate, haath peeth par ghoomte jaise baat bhari saanson mein khatm ho gayi.


Phir, achanak, Davendra ne use tezi se ghumaya, sharir ghumakar mez ki taraf kiya, peeth apni
 taraf. Usne ek mazboot haath se gardan pakdi, ungliyan gale par lapet kar mazboot galaghot 
mein—bahut dukhane wala nahi lekin niyantran karne wala, saans aur harkat rokta, maa ko 
saans rokne par majboor kiya. Woh peeche se paas daba, sharir use mez ke kinare par thoda 
daba diya.


Jhuk kar, muh bilkul kaan par, dheemi chedne wali gurrahat mein kanfuski maari jo uski reedh
 ki haddi mein kampkapi bhejti. “Batao, meri gandi chhoti randi, sochti ho abhi mera land kahan
 ghusaunga? Andaza lagao. Tum jaise dhokhebaaz patni, pati ke pavitra daftar mein sabse 
zyada kahan haqdaar ho?”






Maa ki saans galaghot se ruk gayi, haath mez ko pakde hue. “Kripya... mujhe lagta... meri yoni?
 Tumhe hamesha woh pasand aati hai.”


Usne gale par ungliyan thodi aur kas di, use kathor nigal ne par majboor kiya. “Galat andaza.
 Phir koshish karo. Socho kya tumhe sabse gandi banata hai. Kya tumhe taaj wali randi banata hai.”
“Mera muh?” usne kanfuski maari, awaaz tang. 


“Tumhe pasand jab main ghutne tekti hoon.”
“Nahi,” usne wapas kanfuski maari, khali haath kamar par sarakta hua. “Ek aur andaza. Kal raat
 maine tumhe poori tarah kahan toda tha?”


Maa ko samajh aa gaya aur dheere se ghabra gayi. “Nahi... gaand ka ched nahi. Kripya, 
Davendra ji, woh nahi.”
Usne andheri hasi se khola. “Haan, bilkul. Main teri gaand ka ched phir chodunga, yahin tere 
Kishore ke mez par. Woh nikamma aadmi jise tum pati kehti ho.”


Maa ne turant virodh kiya, mudne ki koshish ki lekin mazbooti se pakdi gayi. “Nahi, kripya! Kal
 raat tumne meri gaand itni zor se chodi thi—abhi tak dukh rahi hai aur komal hai. Aaj theek se
 chal bhi nahi pa rahi. Itni jaldi phir kyun? Dayaa karo.”


Davendra ne sharmindagi se baat ki, use poori beyizzati di. “Kyunki tum ek bekaar dhokhebaaz 
randi ho, Prisha. Shaadi shuda kutiya jo maalik ke liye gaand failati hai jabki bechare pati ko 
barbaad karne mein madad karti hai. 


Tum dayaa ke layak nahi—tumhe gaand ke khilone jaise
 istemal hone ka haq hai. Kal raat kaafi nahi thi; mujhe tumhe theek se sikhaana hai.”
“Lekin dohraana kyun? Bahut dukh deta hai,” usne minnat ki.


Usne gande tareeke se samjhaaya.
“Baar baar gaand chodne se waqt ke saath teri gaand dheeli ho jayegi—woh tang halka

 hamesha ke liye khinch jayega, har baar aur chauda aur dheela. Taaki aage gaand chodna 
aasaan ho—dukh ki shikayat na ho, jab chahe jaldi aur gehra. Tera ched mere liye khula 


rehna seekh jayega, taiyaar jaise achhi randi ka hona chahiye.”
Maa ne anichcha se kaanpte haathon se peeche haath kiya aur peeli panty ko ek taraf 
kheencha, kapde ko side kar ke poora gaand ka ched dikha diya, gulabi halka abhi kal se 
thoda sooja hua. Usne panty poori nahi utari, sirf dikhane jitna hataaya, lace ne ched ko 
ashleel tareeke se gher liya.


Davendra ne uski gaand ki paap bhari tareef ki, awaaz vikrit adbhutata se bhari. “Oh, dekho
 is pavitra potty ke ched ko. Yeh ek shahkaar ched hai, tang lekin barbaad hone ko mangta
 hua, jaise manaa altar sirf land ki pooja ke liye. 


Bhagwan ne is gaand ko potty ke liye nahi 
banaya, balki pitai aur bharai ke liye, paap aur veerya ka pavitra sthaan. Sirf mere veerya ke
 liye.”


Phir usne apna land pant se nikala, vishaal danda azaad jhoola—kalai jitna mota, bhaari 
naakon wala, avishwasniya lamba aur sakht, sir gusse mein laal aur ras rahaa.


Usne dwaar par rakh kar khoob thooka land par, ghis kar lapeta, aur seedha uski gaand par
 thooka, laar darar se neeche behate dekhta. Maa bekaraari se maangi. “Dheere karo, kripya
—kal jaisi zalimata nahi. Aur meri gaand andar saaf nahi hogi—maine aaj ummeed nahi ki 
thi. Gandaa ho sakta hai.”


Woh phir bhi dhakelne laga, sir mazbooti se dabata. “Kasna mat—poora ched dheela chhod
 do. Bahar mat dhakelo warna gandagi ho jayegi. Gehri saans lo aur sarakne do. Peeche mat 
hato—sirf saho.”
“Oh bhagwan... andar aa raha hai... dheere kripya,” maa ne karahate hue kaha.







Is baar aasani se andar gaya, sir kam virodh se phisla—kyunki kal raat poori tarah khinch 
chuka tha—mushtiyaan abhi dheeli aur sust, poori tarah se wapas nahi aayi, suljha pravesh
 diya.


Usne dheere dheere gehra dhakelna shuru kiya, mota mota inch dar inch mehsoos batate
 jaise poora andar gayab ho gaya—vishaal land gaalon ke beech gayab jab tak kamar poori
 na dab jaye, bilkul daba hua.


Maa kampkapi mein uske charon taraf gaand kas kas kar jakad rahi thi, halka zor se dabata.
 Yeh swabhaavik tha baaki dukh aur achanak bharai se, sharir hamle ka virodh kar raha tha
 laar hone ke baad bhi.


“Itni zor se kas kyun rahi ho?” usne poocha, aadhe mein ruk kar.
“Kyunki abhi dukh hai... meri gaand tumhe bahar dhakel rahi hai... niyantran nahi kar pa
 rahi,” maa bechaini se boli, awaaz tang.


“Abhi kasna band karo—dheela chhodo warna aur dukh hoga. Achhi randi jaise kholo,” usne
 hukum diya.
“Koshish kar rahi hoon... lekin itna hamla sa lagta... andar tak bechain,” usne ruk ruk kar 
saans lete hue kaha.


Usne bataya uski gaand kitni aasani se bulati hai. “Teri gaand aaj mujhe kitne achhe se 
nigal rahi hai. Jaise mujhe yaad kiya ho—kal se bahut aasaan kyunki maine kal raat achhe
 se sikhaaya tha. Mehsoos karo kaise gehra kheench rahi hai?”


“Aaaaaiihh aaaahhh oooohh aaaiiiii haan... aasaan hai... lekin abhi bechain... itna bhara aur
 ajib,” maa bechaini se boli har shabd par dard se muh banate.


Usne aur zor se aage dhakela aur zor zor se chodna shuru kiya, kamar tez hoti lay mein
 takraati, land baar baar gehra ghusta.






Woh daftar ka mez mazbooti se pakde sahare ke liye, ungliyan kinare par safed pad gayi,
 sharir har dhakke se aage jhatka khata. Woh chillane lagi, “Bahut zor se! Bahut gehra ja 
raha! Andar pet mein mehsoos ho raha! Dheere kripya!”


Mujhe fikr hui kaam karne wale darwaze se chillahat sun lenge, awaazein galiyare mein, 
lekin phir maloom hua daftar dhvanirodhi hai—moti gaddi wali deewarein aur bhari darwaza
 niji baithakon ke liye, andar sab poori tarah band, bahar vyast manzil tak koi awaaz nahi.


Usne gaand itni zor se chodi, bina ruke aur gehra, kyunki jaan bujhkar sikha raha tha roz ki
 sakht mar ke liye sweekar karne, aur dheela karne ke liye, jab chahe uske anukool ched 
bana raha.
Maa zor se shikayat karne lagi, “Mujhe tera land pet tak mehsoos ho raha! Itna door dhakel
 raha!”


Davendra ne aage haath badhaya aur ek haath se pet mazbooti se pakda, hatheli neeche
 pet par dabayi. “Main yahan tak mehsoos kar sakta hoon land hilta hua—teri gaand se pet 
tak. Sir andar ubhaar bana raha. Tum bhi mehsoos karti ho, gandi kutiya?”
“Haan... ubhaar mehsoos... gehra hilta... oh bhagwan ajib hai,” maa chillayi.






Yeh baatein sabke bawajood mera land sakht bana rahi thi, andar ki gandi tafseel anchahe
 josh jaga rahi thi.
Usne aur bhi zor se chodna shuru kiya, tezi paagal, uski gaand har takkar se zor se kaanp 
uthi—maans kampkapa raha itne zor ke dhakkon se, mulayam gaalon mein jhatke. Uski 
gaand bhi kaanpi, halka zyada uddeepan se dande par phadphadaya.


Mujhe uski gaand par gehri dayaa aayi—itni satayi hui dikhti, laal aur dard se chauda 
khincha, aur maloom tha dukh dino tak rahega, baithna ya chalna badal dega.
Phir woh kal raat jaise zor se karaha—“AAAAHHHH! CHODO HAAN! AAAAHHHHH! Prishaaaa
 ooohhh mera pyar oohhhhhh teri gaand achhi”—sharir sakht jaise charam aaya.


Mujhe pata tha woh maa ki gaand mein veerya bhar raha, moti boondein gehra pump 
kar raha.
Woh poore paanch minute andar raha, baad ke jhatkon ka maza lete.
“Kripya ab land nikaalo... vishaal land gaand mein bechain kar raha, hilne do,” maa minnat
 jaari rakhi.



“Thoda aur ruk jao,” Davendra shaant se bola. “Mera veerya teri aant mein gehra baithne 
do—maalik hone ka ehsaas achha hai. Teri gaand itni achhi aur garam, kaash mera land 
hamesha teri gaand mein reh sake ooohhhh”


“Lekin tumne gaand se pet veerya se bhar diya,... aur itna khincha... kripya,” usne tark diya.
“Gaand ko veerya zyada der rokne ki sikhaai—tumhe behtar randi banata hai,” usne jawab
 diya.
Akhir dheere land nikala, danda geele awaaz se phisla, ab sust aur chamakdar. Turant 
veerya maa ki gaand se moti dhaaron mein beh nikla, taangon se neeche tapka aur daftar 
ke farsh par safed gaddhon mein gir gaya.






Davendra ne zalimana beyizzati ki. “Dekho yeh gandagi—pati ke daftar mein khuli gaand 
chudwa kar sadak ki randi jaise. Dheeli gaand se veerya uske kaleen par. Socho Kishore ko
 pata chale uska kimti daftar patni ki gandagi se maila ho gaya.”


Maa ne mez se dad ke zaruri kagaz uthaye—jis par mehnat ki thi—aur gaand ponchhi, beh 
rahe veerya ko bekaraari se dabaya. Tang karah ke aur bahar dhakela, Davendra ka aur 
veerya behaya, gaand ponchti rahi thodi saaf hone tak, maile kagaz samet diye.


Usne peeli panty dheere se upar ki aur peeche kursi par baith gayi, lekin do din mein do baar 
gaand chudne se bahut bechain—jalan wala khinchav, baaki bharai, har harkat dard deta.






Woh khule aam muh banayi, chehra bechaini se mud gaya, honth kaat kar dard chhupaya. 
Bekaar aur poori randi mehsoos—istemal hone wala sharir, izzat gayi, pati ki kursi par aant mein
 veerya. “Davendra, aahh tumne gaand se mere pet mein tumhara veerya bhar diya, mehsoos 
ho raha veerya pet mein nach raha hai,” maa saans lete hue boli.


Davendra ne jawab diya, “Sun kar achha lagta hai, tum achha kar rahi ho, fikr mat karo tum 
achhi randi banne ki sikhaai mein ho aur gaand chodna hi sabse achha tareeka hai tumhe 
randi banane ka, meri akhiri randi.”




Davendra ne jaldi pant pehni aur tasalli dene aaya, kursi ke paas ghutne tek kar jaangh malte.
 “Aaram se, tumne khoobsoorati se liya.”
Maa abhi tez muh bana rahi thi. “Kal se zyada dukh hai.”


Woh dheere uthi aur khidki ki taraf gayi, saaf langda kar chalti, har kadam savdhaan aur 
ladkhadata gaand ke zor ke dhakkon ke bojh se—gehra pitai ne andar sab sooj gaya, aam
 harkat takleed deta. Dono haathon se badi gaand pakdi, dukh wale hisse ko dheere dabakar
 sahara diya.






Maa dard se boli, “Aaj ki gaand ki chudai itni sakht thi... socha phat jayegi. Phir itni sakht kyun?”
Davendra khidki par uske paas gaya aur phir tasalli di, peeche se baahen lapet kar. “Kyunki 
tum sah sakti ho, meri mazboot randi. Sakhtai tez sikhaati hai. Saans lo—jaldi aasaan ho jayega.”