26-12-2025, 08:26 PM
Dheere dheere baaki mehmaan bhi vida lekar chale gaye. Haweli, jo pichle kuch dino se shor-o-gul ka markaz thi, ab wahaan ek gehra sannata chha gaya tha. Sirf ghar ke khaas log aur close relatives hi bache the.
Sab log thak kar choor ho chuke the. Hum drawing room mein aa gaye.
Nani sofe par apne pair phaila kar baith gayin aur "Haaye khuda..." karte hue apne ghutne dabane lageen.
"Shukar hai sab achi tarah nipat gaya," Najma Aunty ne thandi saans lete hue kaha.
Mahaul ab bilkul informal ho gaya tha. Cousins ne apne bhaari dushale aur coats utaar diye the. Hum sab wahin, zameen par bichhe kaaleen aur sofon par bikhar gaye.
Sab log shaadi ke baare mein hi baatein kar rahe the.Har hath mein ek smartphone tha aur har screen par shaadi ki yaadein.
"Arre, ye dekho! Jab dulhan ki entry hui thi," ek mami chillayi, apna phone sabke muh ke samne karte hue. Udhar corner mein baithe ladke busy the HD videos share karne mein, "Bhai, Data khatam ho jayega par videos khatam nahi honge!"
Hasi-mazak, halki nok-jhonk aur wahi purani baatein-kaun late aaya, kisne dance floor par aag lagayi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise waqt ruk gaya ho aur poori duniya bas us ek shaadi ke frame mein simat gayi ho. Sabki aankhon mein wahi chamak thi aur zubaan par sirf wahi kisse.
Koi phone mein shaadi ki photos check kar raha tha, toh koi WhatsApp par videos share kar raha tha.
"Yaar, Saima Api kitni pyaari lag rahi theen na," meri ek cousin, Riya, ne phone screen dikhate hue kaha.
"Haan, lekin photos mein toh sabse zyada 'Vishal' chhaaya hua hain," doosri cousin ne giggling karte hue kaha.
Mera kaan khada ho gaya.
Riya ne gallery scroll karte hue kaha, "Sach mein yaar. Banda hai toh handsome. Poori shaadi mein bhaag-bhaag kar kaam kar raha tha.!"
Najma Aunty bhi beech mein bol padi, "Haan bhai, ladka hai toh bada suljha hua. Kisi ko shikayat ka mauka nahi diya. Aaj kal aise helpful ladke kahaan milte hain."
Main kone mein baitha, unki baatein sun raha tha aur mera khoon khual raha tha.
'Suljha hua?' 'Helpful?'
Agar inhe pata chal jaye ki wo 'suljha hua' ladka abhi kuch der pehle is ghar ki izzat ko bistar par 'uljha' kar aaya hai, toh inke hosh udd jayenge.
Ammi, jo sofe ke kinare par badi ehtiyaat se baithi theen, unhone ye sunkar neeche dekha.
Unke chehre par ek halki si, chupi hui muskurahat aayi. Unhein shayad garv mehsoos ho raha tha ki unka 'aashiq' sabko pasand aa raha hai.
Raat ke khane mein kisi ko zyada bhook nahi thi. Naukar drawing room mein hi plates laga gaye.
Thodi si Biryani aur raita.
Hum sabne khamoshi se khana khaya. Ammi ne bohot kam khaya, sirf paani zyada piya. Unka gala baar-baar sookh raha tha, shayad uss 'activity' ki wajah se jo unhone aaj ki thi.
Khana khatam hote hi Nani ne elaan kiya, "Chalo bhai, ab sab so jao. Kal Reception hai, subah jaldi uthna hai."
Sab apne-apne kamron ki taraf chal diye.
Main aur Ammi bhi seedhiyan chadh kar apne kamre mein aa gaye.
Darwaza band karte hi kamre mein AC ki thandi hawa ne humein gher liya.
Main bina kapde badle seedha bed par kood gaya aur apne phone mein munh chupa liya.
Mera dimaag abhi bhi unhi khayalon mein uljha tha, lekin main normal dikhne ki acting kar raha tha.
Ammi dressing table ke saamne jaa kar khadi ho gayin.
Unhone ek gehri saans li aur apna bhaari necklace utaarne lageen.
Aaine mein unka chehra thaka hua lekin sukoon mein lag raha tha.
"Sahil..." Ammi ki awaaz aayi. Badi narm, badi mamta bhari.
"Jee Ammi?" maine phone se nazar hataye bina kaha.
"Thak gaya mera beta?" unhone poocha. Wo ab apne kaanon ke jhumke utaar rahi theen. "Tu ne khana theek se nahi khaya. Tabiyat toh theek hai na?"
Main hairan reh gaya.
Unki awaaz mein wahi purani mithas thi, wahi fiqr thi jo hamesha hoti thi.
Mujhe yaad aaya kaise Vishal ke saath chat karte waqt wo mujhe 'loser' keh rahi theen, mujhe neecha dikha rahi theen.
Aur ab? Ab wo wapas 'Maa' ban gayi theen.
Yeh transformation... yeh dohari shakhsiyat (dual personality) mujhe confuse kar rahi thi. Kya ye wahi aurat hai?
"Haan, bas thaka hua hoon," maine rukhe-pan se kaha.
Ammi ne apni choodiyan utaar kar table par rakhi. Khan-khan ki awaaz sannate mein goonji.
Phir unhone makeup remover uthaya aur cotton se apna chehra saaf karne lageen.
Lipstick ka rang cotton par laal ho gaya... wahi honth jo aaj Vishal ke jism ke har kone ko chhoo kar aaye the.
Mujhse raha nahi gaya. Mere andar ka gussa ek sawaal bankar bahar aaya. Main unhein test karna chahta tha.
"Waise Ammi..." maine jaan-bujh kar baat shuru ki.
"Hmm?" wo aaine mein khud ko dekh rahi theen.
"Wo ladka... Vishal," maine kaha, meri awaaz mein thodi chidh thi. "Wo kuch zyada hi over-smart nahi ban raha tha? Mujhe toh bada ajeeb laga wo."
Ammi ka haath ek pal ke liye ruka.
Unhone aaine ke zariye meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek sudden spark tha.
"Ajeeb? Kyun?" unhone poocha, awaaz thodi strict ho gayi thi.
"Pata nahi... bas uska attitude," maine jhooth mooth ki burai ki. "Bada chipku type ka tha. Sab auntiyon ke aage-peeche ghoom raha tha. Aur kapde bhi kaise pehne the... show-off lag raha tha poora."
Ammi ghoom kar meri taraf mudi. Unke chehre se makeup hat chuka tha, wo bilkul real lag rahi theen, lekin unke expressions ab 'Maa' wale nahi the.
"Tumhe parakh nahi hai Sahil," unhone mujhe correct kiya. Unki tone mein Vishal ke liye side-taking thi.
"Wo show-off nahi, confidence hai. Aur wo 'chipku' nahi hai, use tameez kehte hain. Bado ki izzat karna, sabki madad karna... ye achi parvarish ki nishani hoti hai."
Mera dil jal gaya. Wo mere saamne, mere hi munh par, apne yaar ki taareef kar rahi theen.
"Mujhe toh nahi laga," maine zidd ki. "Mujhe toh bada chalu (cunning) laga."
Ammi ne apni eyebrows sikodi. Unhein bura lag raha tha ki main unke 'hero' ki burai kar raha hoon.
"Tum abhi na-samajh ho, duniya nahi dekhi tumne," Ammi ne thoda sakhti se kaha, jaise teacher bache ko daantti hai.
"Vishal bohot smart aur talented ladka hai. Delhi mein uska kitna bada naam hai. Aur sabse badi baat, wo dil ka bohot saaf hai. Jo bhi karta hai, pure passion se karta hai."
'Passion'... yeh shabd sunkar mujhe ulti aane lagi. Mujhe pata tha wo kis 'passion' ki baat kar rahi hain.
"Achha? Itna pata hai aapko uske baare mein?" maine taana maara.
Ammi ko realize hua ki wo shayad zyada bol gayin. Wo wapas aaine ki taraf mud gayin.
"Sab bata rahe the... Najma Aunty, Nani... sab taareef kar rahe the," unhone baat sambhali.
Phir unhone light band ki aur sirf bed-side lamp jala rehne diya. Apne cotton ke soft kapde almari se nikalte hue boli,
"Chalo ab so jao. Fizool baatein mat socho. Kal Reception hai."
Ye keh kar wo bathroom ki taraf badh gayin.
Ammi ke bathroom jaate hi maine ek gehri saans li aur apna phone uthaya, screen ki tez roshni andhere kamre mein meri aankhon mein chubh rahi thi, par neend kahan aani thi?
Maine WhatsApp khola toh wahan messages ka selaab aaya hua tha. Har family group par sirf Saima Khala ki shaadi ka charcha tha. Har koi unki nikah wali photos aur rukhsati ka wo emotional video share kar raha tha. Nani, Mami, Chachi-sabke status par wahi ek hi manzar tha. Maine ek-ek karke sab dekha, wahi hasi-mazaak aur wahi jazbaati pal.
Phir maine Instagram scroll karna shuru kiya. Wahan toh jaise har kisi ne shaadi ka mela laga rakha tha. Reels ka ek naya silsila shuru ho chuka tha. Kahin 'transition' videos mein log achanak se taiyar hokar samne aa rahe the, toh kahin slow-motion mein dholki ke scene share ho rahe the. Har teesri reel Saima Khala ki entry ki thi, wahi purane shaadi wale remix gaano ke saath.
Main abhi Instagram ki ek reel dekh hi raha tha ke bathroom ka darwaza khulne ki halki si awaaz aayi. Ammi bahar aayin.
Unka wo bhari kaam-daani jora, wo bhari jewelry aur dupatta ab utar chuka tha. Unhone ek bahut hi sada sa, naram cotton ka salwar-kameez pehan rakha tha. Unke baal khule hue the aur chehre se saara make-up dhul gaya tha. Ab wo bilkul sukoon mein lag rahi thin-bilkul waisi hi jaisi wo roz ghar mein dikhti hain.
Wo apne bed par late gayin aur kambal odh liya.
"So jao Sahil," unhone bade pyaar se kaha.
"Theek hai Ammi," maine dhire se jawab diya.
Kamre mein khamoshi chha gayi.
Lekin us khamoshi mein, main saaf mehsoos kar sakta tha ki Ammi ka jism bhale hi yahaan bistar par tha, lekin unka dimaag aur unki rooh abhi bhi Vishal ke paas thi.
Kamre mein night-lamp ki halki madham roshni thi. Ammi apne bed par karwat lekar leti hui theen, lekin unki aankhein band nahi theen. Unka phone unke chehre ke theek saamne tha, aur uski neeli roshni unke saaf, bina make-up waale chehre par pad rahi thi.
Maine dekha ki unke angoothe tezi se screen par chal rahe the. Kabhi wo thoda sa muskuratiin, kabhi apne honthon ko daanton tale daba letiin. Wo room mein hokar bhi mujhse hazaron meel door kisi aur ki duniya mein khoi hui theen.
Mujhse raha nahi gaya. Mere andar ek ajeeb si jalan aur bechaini ho rahi thi. Maine unse baat karke unka dhyaan bhatkana chahka.
"Ammi..." maine dhire se pukara.
Unhone koi jawab nahi diya. Unki ungliyan screen par tap-tap karti rahin.
"Ammi? Aap sun rahi hain?" maine thoda zor se kaha.
Ammi ne halke se apni eyebrows sikodiin, lekin phone se nazar nahi hatayi. "Hmm... bolo Sahil. Kya hai?" unki awaaz mein ek ajeeb si jaldbazi thi, jaise main unka koi bohot zaroori kaam rok raha hoon.
"Wo... main pooch raha tha ki kal Reception kitne baje shuru hoga? Humein kab tak taiyaar hona hai?" maine ek fizool sa sawaal kiya, sirf unka dhyaan paane ke liye.
Ammi ne ek gehri aur thaki hui saans li. Unhone ek pal ke liye phone neeche kiya aur meri taraf dekha aur chirchirepan ke saath jawab diya,
"Sahil, maine kaha na ki subah jaldi uthna hai. Reception dopehar ka hai. Ab baar-baar ek hi baat pooch kar sar mat khao," unhone teekhe lehje mein kaha.
Main thoda seham gaya. "Main toh bas... aise hi pooch raha tha. Aapka dupatta kursi par pada hai, main use pack kar doon?"
"Nahi! Rehne do use wahi. Main kar lungi," unhone jhatak kar kaha aur wapas phone ki screen mein ghus gayin. Unke angoothe phir se tezi se chalne lage. Unke chehre par phir se wahi sharmili muskurahat laut aayi thi jo abhi mujhse baat karte waqt gaayab ho gayi thi.
Maine mehsoos kiya ki main unke liye ab sirf ek rukawat (interruption) ban gaya tha. Wo 'Maa' jo hamesha meri baaton ko dhyan se sunti thi, aaj mujhse peecha chhurana chahti thi taaki wo Vishal se sukoon se baat kar sake.
Maine thaki hui nazron se unko dekha aur apna phone takiye ke neeche daba diya. Maine aankhein moond kar sone ki koshish ki, lekin dimaag mein sawalon ka ek toofan chal raha tha. Har baar jab main aankhein band karta, mujhe Vishal ka wo shaitani chehra yaad aa jata.
Karwate badalte-badalte thak gaya, par neend koso door thi. Kamre mein sirf AC ki halki sarsarahat thi aur baahar kahin door ek kutte ke rone ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Takreeban ek ghante baad, kamre mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon chha gaya. Maine gardan ghuma kar dekha. Ammi ki saansein ab ek dum rhythm mein aa chuki theen. Unka haath bed ki chadar par dheela pad gaya tha, aur unka phone unki ungliyon ke paas, side table par adha latka hua rakha tha.
Mera dil zoron se dhadakne laga. Yahi mauka tha.
Main dabe paon bed se utha. Farsh thanda tha, par mere jism mein ek garmi daud rahi thi. Maine bilkul saans rok kar Ammi ka phone uthaya. Maine screen par L pattern banaya... click.
WhatsApp khulte hi Vishal ka chat sabse upar tha. Maine scroll up karke unki taaza guftagoo padhni shuru ki.
> Vishal: So gaya tera 'Bodyguard' ? ?
> Ammi: Haan, badi mushkil se soya hai. Aaj pata nahi kyun itni baatein kar raha tha. Maine thoda daant diya toh munh fula kar so gaya.
> Vishal: Ohh….aisa kya keh diya usne ke dant pad gayi Ammi se?
>Ammi: Kuch nahi... keh raha tha aap 'over-smart' bante hain. Maine use tameez sikhayi toh chid gaya. Jaane do...
>Vishal: Hahaha! Aur batao jaana... kya haal hai?
>Ammi: Theek hoon.
>Vishal: 'Neeche' ka kya haal hai? ?
>Ammi: Badtameez! ? Abhi bhi thoda thoda pain ho raha hai…. halka sa... But theek hun abhi…
>Vishal: Dolo kha lo aur thodi 'Suthol' ya cream laga lo wahaan... thandak milegi. ?
>Ammi: Dolo toh kha li, tab ja kar dard thoda halka hua hai, nahi toh Ammi ke saamne chalna mushkil ho raha tha. Wo baar-baar pooch rahi theen kya hua... maine jhooth bol diya ki bathroom mein phisal gayi.
>Vishal: Hahahahah... Jhoot kyun boli apni maa se? Bata deti Vishal ne pel diya hai…? Dard toh hoga hi jaan... asli mard ka liya hai na tumne. Sach batao, apni puri life mein kabhi itna mota aur lamba liya tha pehle?
>Ammi: Vishal! ? Tum pagal ho... aise koi poochta hai? Lekin... sach bolun toh nahi. Maine sirf 'Porn' movies mein dekha tha itna bada... Jab pahli baar mere samne aaya to Mera dil baith gaya tha usse dekhkar.. abhi bhi yaad karti hoon toh shareer kaanp jata hai.
>Vishal: Aadat daal lo darling, kyunki kal main tumhe aur zyada pelne wala hoon. ? Achha ye batao... kal kya pehan rahi ho reception mein?
>Ammi: Purple color ka designer Cotton Silk Kurta aur Salwar hai. Simple par elegant.
>Vishal: Mast! Par mujhe imagine karne mein maza nahi aa raha. Ek pic dikhao na... mirror selfie toh li hogi check karne ke liye?
>Ammi: Rukiye... dikhati hoon.
Fir Ammi ne us kurte salwar mein apni pic share ki. Ammi mirror ke saamne khadi hain. Kurti cotton silk ki thi jo unke bhare hue boobs par ekdum barabar baithi hai. Salwar thoda loose thi par unke hips ki shape saaf dikh rahi hai. Unka gora rang purple color mein khil kar aa raha hai.Aur unhone brown colour ka hi**b bhi pahna hua tha.
>Vishal: Wooow... sexy! ? Kasam se yaar, bahut hot lag rahi ho. Lund khada ho gaya ise dekh kar… uff! Bahut maza aayega kal ise utaarne mein.
>Ammi: Bas bas...han… ? Badmash kahin ke.
>Vishal: Sahi mein yaar... main abhi se imagine kar raha hoon ki tumhare curves iss suit mein kaise hileinge. Ek request hai meri...
>Ammi: Kya?
>Vishal: Kal Hi**b mat pehnna please. Apne baal khule rakhna... tumhara gora chehra aur wo lambe kaale baal jab peeth par girenge... uff! Main unmein apni ungliyan phasa kar tumhe choomna chahta hoon.
>Ammi: Acha? ? Phir toh bada 'Scandal' ho jayega... Ma aur rishtedaar kya sochenge? Main hamesha sar dhak kar rakhti hoon unke saamne.
>Vishal: Aaj jo humne kiya, usse bada 'scandal' aur kya ho sakta hai jaanu? ? Kya mere liye itni si baat nahi manogi? Main tumhe ek 'Azaad' aurat ki tarah dekhna chahta hoon.
>Ammi: Ok baba. Nahi pehnungi hi**b... khush? Sirf tumhare liye baal khule rakhungi.
>Vishal: Bahut khush! ❤️
>Ammi: Aur tum kya pehnoge?
>Vishal: Kal 'Appun' bilkul casual dress mein aayega. Bole toh... blue jeans aur half-sleeves white shirt. Tight shirt pehnunga taaki mere muscles tumhein dikhte rahein. ? Waise tum bolo toh nanga bhi aa sakta hoon... sharam-varam nahi hai apan ko. ?
>Ammi: Hahaha! Haan... wo toh hai. Besharam toh tum ho hi... ?
>Vishal: Woh toh main hoon. Aur kal tumhe dikhaunga ki besharmi ki asli limit kya hoti hai. ? Suno, woh pic phir se dekh raha hoon..yaaar kitni zeher lag rahi ho pic mein….khas kar tumhare bhare hue boobs us kurti mein aise ubhar rahe hain jaise abhi bahar nikal aayenge. Eik sawal puchu?
>Ammi: Kya?
>Vishal: Sahil ko breast feed kiya tha ya bottle milk? ??
Ammi: Vishal!! ? Tumhari himmat kaise hui ye poochne ki? Kitne gande ho tum...
Vishal: Arre ganda kya... Batao na…. Itne bade, bhare-bhure aur rasiile hain, lagta hai Sahil ki toh kismat bohot achi rahi hogi bachpan mein. Itna doodh piya hoga usne inmein se ki tabhi aaj itna 'healthy' hai wo. ? Sach batao, do saal pilaya tha ya zyada?
Ammi: Shut up! Besharam... ?
Vishal : Please….jaan…
Ammi: Dedh saal tak. Par ye baatein ab kyun kar rahe ho? Tumhe sharam nahi aati ?
Vishal: Sharam kaisi? Main toh bas imagine kar raha hoon ki kal jab main unhein us tight purple kurti se bahar nikalunga, toh kya abhi bhi unmein se 'ras' (milk) niklega? Mera toh mann kar raha hai ki kal unhein tab tak chuso aur chabau jab tak tum dard se chilla na do. ??
Ammi: Uff... Vishal... ? Tumhari baatein sunkar hi mera jism garam hone laga hai. Sach toh ye hai ki Sahil ke baad ye itne 'active' kabhi nahi hue the jitne aaj tumhari wajah se hain. Jab tumne aaj unhein masla tha, toh mujhe aisa laga jaise meri poori body ka khoon wahi jama ho gaya ho.
Vishal: Hahaha! Kal toh sirf khoon nahi, kuch aur bhi jama hoga. ?
Ammi: Bas kijiye... ? Main sharam se paani-paani ho rahi hoon. Sach bolun toh, maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki main itni khul kar Kisike sath itni baatein karungi. Tumne mujhe ek dum badal diya hai.
Vishal: Maine nahi badla, maine toh bas asli 'Aisha' ko bahar nikala hai ? Achha suno... ek aur shart hai meri kal ke liye.
Ammi: Shart? Ab kya chahte ho? ?
Vishal: Kal uss purple salwar ke neeche... Panty mat pehenna.
Ammi: Kya?? ? Vishal! Tum pagal ho gaye ho? Itne rishtedaar honge... agar Sahil ne ya Nani ne kuch notice kar liya toh? 5-star hotel hai, main itne bad-lihaaz tarah se kaise ja sakti hoon?
Vishal: Kuch notice nahi hoga. Salwar loose hai, kurti lambi hai. Main chahta hoon ki mujhe koi rukawat (barrier) na mile. Bas salwar ka naada (string) khola... aur seedha ghapa ghap! ??
Ammi: ...Tum sach mein shaitan ho. Yeh shart main bilkul Maan nahi sakti…sorry..
Vishal: Aisha please yaar …
Ammi: Nahi. No means no.
Vishal: kya yaar KLPD kar diya tumne to…
Ammi: KLPD?
Vishal: Khale Lund Par Danda
Ammi: Hahahah….so jao ab….kal jaldi uthna hai ..bye…
Vishal: Ruko na jaan…please…thodi der…
Ammi: Nahi….bye ..
Vishal: okk….luv you jaan….
Ammi: cya
Maine phone band kiya aur lock karke wapas table par rakh diya. Mera sir chakkar kha raha tha.
Meri Maa... meri wahi 'Maa' jo hamesha Nani ki baaton ko 'Farz' maanti thi, aaj unhi ki naseehaton ko ek gair mard ke liye thukra rahi thi.
Main bed par let gaya. Mera dimaag kisi chakravyuuh mein phansa hua tha. Woh chat... woh 'breastfeeding' waali baatein... aur Ammi ka itna khul kar Vishal se baat karna. Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki meri wahi 'shareef' Ammi, jo ghar mein har baat par haya aur parde ki naseehat deti theen, ek gair mard ke saath itni 'dirty talk' kar rahi theen.
Sab log thak kar choor ho chuke the. Hum drawing room mein aa gaye.
Nani sofe par apne pair phaila kar baith gayin aur "Haaye khuda..." karte hue apne ghutne dabane lageen.
"Shukar hai sab achi tarah nipat gaya," Najma Aunty ne thandi saans lete hue kaha.
Mahaul ab bilkul informal ho gaya tha. Cousins ne apne bhaari dushale aur coats utaar diye the. Hum sab wahin, zameen par bichhe kaaleen aur sofon par bikhar gaye.
Sab log shaadi ke baare mein hi baatein kar rahe the.Har hath mein ek smartphone tha aur har screen par shaadi ki yaadein.
"Arre, ye dekho! Jab dulhan ki entry hui thi," ek mami chillayi, apna phone sabke muh ke samne karte hue. Udhar corner mein baithe ladke busy the HD videos share karne mein, "Bhai, Data khatam ho jayega par videos khatam nahi honge!"
Hasi-mazak, halki nok-jhonk aur wahi purani baatein-kaun late aaya, kisne dance floor par aag lagayi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise waqt ruk gaya ho aur poori duniya bas us ek shaadi ke frame mein simat gayi ho. Sabki aankhon mein wahi chamak thi aur zubaan par sirf wahi kisse.
Koi phone mein shaadi ki photos check kar raha tha, toh koi WhatsApp par videos share kar raha tha.
"Yaar, Saima Api kitni pyaari lag rahi theen na," meri ek cousin, Riya, ne phone screen dikhate hue kaha.
"Haan, lekin photos mein toh sabse zyada 'Vishal' chhaaya hua hain," doosri cousin ne giggling karte hue kaha.
Mera kaan khada ho gaya.
Riya ne gallery scroll karte hue kaha, "Sach mein yaar. Banda hai toh handsome. Poori shaadi mein bhaag-bhaag kar kaam kar raha tha.!"
Najma Aunty bhi beech mein bol padi, "Haan bhai, ladka hai toh bada suljha hua. Kisi ko shikayat ka mauka nahi diya. Aaj kal aise helpful ladke kahaan milte hain."
Main kone mein baitha, unki baatein sun raha tha aur mera khoon khual raha tha.
'Suljha hua?' 'Helpful?'
Agar inhe pata chal jaye ki wo 'suljha hua' ladka abhi kuch der pehle is ghar ki izzat ko bistar par 'uljha' kar aaya hai, toh inke hosh udd jayenge.
Ammi, jo sofe ke kinare par badi ehtiyaat se baithi theen, unhone ye sunkar neeche dekha.
Unke chehre par ek halki si, chupi hui muskurahat aayi. Unhein shayad garv mehsoos ho raha tha ki unka 'aashiq' sabko pasand aa raha hai.
Raat ke khane mein kisi ko zyada bhook nahi thi. Naukar drawing room mein hi plates laga gaye.
Thodi si Biryani aur raita.
Hum sabne khamoshi se khana khaya. Ammi ne bohot kam khaya, sirf paani zyada piya. Unka gala baar-baar sookh raha tha, shayad uss 'activity' ki wajah se jo unhone aaj ki thi.
Khana khatam hote hi Nani ne elaan kiya, "Chalo bhai, ab sab so jao. Kal Reception hai, subah jaldi uthna hai."
Sab apne-apne kamron ki taraf chal diye.
Main aur Ammi bhi seedhiyan chadh kar apne kamre mein aa gaye.
Darwaza band karte hi kamre mein AC ki thandi hawa ne humein gher liya.
Main bina kapde badle seedha bed par kood gaya aur apne phone mein munh chupa liya.
Mera dimaag abhi bhi unhi khayalon mein uljha tha, lekin main normal dikhne ki acting kar raha tha.
Ammi dressing table ke saamne jaa kar khadi ho gayin.
Unhone ek gehri saans li aur apna bhaari necklace utaarne lageen.
Aaine mein unka chehra thaka hua lekin sukoon mein lag raha tha.
"Sahil..." Ammi ki awaaz aayi. Badi narm, badi mamta bhari.
"Jee Ammi?" maine phone se nazar hataye bina kaha.
"Thak gaya mera beta?" unhone poocha. Wo ab apne kaanon ke jhumke utaar rahi theen. "Tu ne khana theek se nahi khaya. Tabiyat toh theek hai na?"
Main hairan reh gaya.
Unki awaaz mein wahi purani mithas thi, wahi fiqr thi jo hamesha hoti thi.
Mujhe yaad aaya kaise Vishal ke saath chat karte waqt wo mujhe 'loser' keh rahi theen, mujhe neecha dikha rahi theen.
Aur ab? Ab wo wapas 'Maa' ban gayi theen.
Yeh transformation... yeh dohari shakhsiyat (dual personality) mujhe confuse kar rahi thi. Kya ye wahi aurat hai?
"Haan, bas thaka hua hoon," maine rukhe-pan se kaha.
Ammi ne apni choodiyan utaar kar table par rakhi. Khan-khan ki awaaz sannate mein goonji.
Phir unhone makeup remover uthaya aur cotton se apna chehra saaf karne lageen.
Lipstick ka rang cotton par laal ho gaya... wahi honth jo aaj Vishal ke jism ke har kone ko chhoo kar aaye the.
Mujhse raha nahi gaya. Mere andar ka gussa ek sawaal bankar bahar aaya. Main unhein test karna chahta tha.
"Waise Ammi..." maine jaan-bujh kar baat shuru ki.
"Hmm?" wo aaine mein khud ko dekh rahi theen.
"Wo ladka... Vishal," maine kaha, meri awaaz mein thodi chidh thi. "Wo kuch zyada hi over-smart nahi ban raha tha? Mujhe toh bada ajeeb laga wo."
Ammi ka haath ek pal ke liye ruka.
Unhone aaine ke zariye meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek sudden spark tha.
"Ajeeb? Kyun?" unhone poocha, awaaz thodi strict ho gayi thi.
"Pata nahi... bas uska attitude," maine jhooth mooth ki burai ki. "Bada chipku type ka tha. Sab auntiyon ke aage-peeche ghoom raha tha. Aur kapde bhi kaise pehne the... show-off lag raha tha poora."
Ammi ghoom kar meri taraf mudi. Unke chehre se makeup hat chuka tha, wo bilkul real lag rahi theen, lekin unke expressions ab 'Maa' wale nahi the.
"Tumhe parakh nahi hai Sahil," unhone mujhe correct kiya. Unki tone mein Vishal ke liye side-taking thi.
"Wo show-off nahi, confidence hai. Aur wo 'chipku' nahi hai, use tameez kehte hain. Bado ki izzat karna, sabki madad karna... ye achi parvarish ki nishani hoti hai."
Mera dil jal gaya. Wo mere saamne, mere hi munh par, apne yaar ki taareef kar rahi theen.
"Mujhe toh nahi laga," maine zidd ki. "Mujhe toh bada chalu (cunning) laga."
Ammi ne apni eyebrows sikodi. Unhein bura lag raha tha ki main unke 'hero' ki burai kar raha hoon.
"Tum abhi na-samajh ho, duniya nahi dekhi tumne," Ammi ne thoda sakhti se kaha, jaise teacher bache ko daantti hai.
"Vishal bohot smart aur talented ladka hai. Delhi mein uska kitna bada naam hai. Aur sabse badi baat, wo dil ka bohot saaf hai. Jo bhi karta hai, pure passion se karta hai."
'Passion'... yeh shabd sunkar mujhe ulti aane lagi. Mujhe pata tha wo kis 'passion' ki baat kar rahi hain.
"Achha? Itna pata hai aapko uske baare mein?" maine taana maara.
Ammi ko realize hua ki wo shayad zyada bol gayin. Wo wapas aaine ki taraf mud gayin.
"Sab bata rahe the... Najma Aunty, Nani... sab taareef kar rahe the," unhone baat sambhali.
Phir unhone light band ki aur sirf bed-side lamp jala rehne diya. Apne cotton ke soft kapde almari se nikalte hue boli,
"Chalo ab so jao. Fizool baatein mat socho. Kal Reception hai."
Ye keh kar wo bathroom ki taraf badh gayin.
Ammi ke bathroom jaate hi maine ek gehri saans li aur apna phone uthaya, screen ki tez roshni andhere kamre mein meri aankhon mein chubh rahi thi, par neend kahan aani thi?
Maine WhatsApp khola toh wahan messages ka selaab aaya hua tha. Har family group par sirf Saima Khala ki shaadi ka charcha tha. Har koi unki nikah wali photos aur rukhsati ka wo emotional video share kar raha tha. Nani, Mami, Chachi-sabke status par wahi ek hi manzar tha. Maine ek-ek karke sab dekha, wahi hasi-mazaak aur wahi jazbaati pal.
Phir maine Instagram scroll karna shuru kiya. Wahan toh jaise har kisi ne shaadi ka mela laga rakha tha. Reels ka ek naya silsila shuru ho chuka tha. Kahin 'transition' videos mein log achanak se taiyar hokar samne aa rahe the, toh kahin slow-motion mein dholki ke scene share ho rahe the. Har teesri reel Saima Khala ki entry ki thi, wahi purane shaadi wale remix gaano ke saath.
Main abhi Instagram ki ek reel dekh hi raha tha ke bathroom ka darwaza khulne ki halki si awaaz aayi. Ammi bahar aayin.
Unka wo bhari kaam-daani jora, wo bhari jewelry aur dupatta ab utar chuka tha. Unhone ek bahut hi sada sa, naram cotton ka salwar-kameez pehan rakha tha. Unke baal khule hue the aur chehre se saara make-up dhul gaya tha. Ab wo bilkul sukoon mein lag rahi thin-bilkul waisi hi jaisi wo roz ghar mein dikhti hain.
Wo apne bed par late gayin aur kambal odh liya.
"So jao Sahil," unhone bade pyaar se kaha.
"Theek hai Ammi," maine dhire se jawab diya.
Kamre mein khamoshi chha gayi.
Lekin us khamoshi mein, main saaf mehsoos kar sakta tha ki Ammi ka jism bhale hi yahaan bistar par tha, lekin unka dimaag aur unki rooh abhi bhi Vishal ke paas thi.
Kamre mein night-lamp ki halki madham roshni thi. Ammi apne bed par karwat lekar leti hui theen, lekin unki aankhein band nahi theen. Unka phone unke chehre ke theek saamne tha, aur uski neeli roshni unke saaf, bina make-up waale chehre par pad rahi thi.
Maine dekha ki unke angoothe tezi se screen par chal rahe the. Kabhi wo thoda sa muskuratiin, kabhi apne honthon ko daanton tale daba letiin. Wo room mein hokar bhi mujhse hazaron meel door kisi aur ki duniya mein khoi hui theen.
Mujhse raha nahi gaya. Mere andar ek ajeeb si jalan aur bechaini ho rahi thi. Maine unse baat karke unka dhyaan bhatkana chahka.
"Ammi..." maine dhire se pukara.
Unhone koi jawab nahi diya. Unki ungliyan screen par tap-tap karti rahin.
"Ammi? Aap sun rahi hain?" maine thoda zor se kaha.
Ammi ne halke se apni eyebrows sikodiin, lekin phone se nazar nahi hatayi. "Hmm... bolo Sahil. Kya hai?" unki awaaz mein ek ajeeb si jaldbazi thi, jaise main unka koi bohot zaroori kaam rok raha hoon.
"Wo... main pooch raha tha ki kal Reception kitne baje shuru hoga? Humein kab tak taiyaar hona hai?" maine ek fizool sa sawaal kiya, sirf unka dhyaan paane ke liye.
Ammi ne ek gehri aur thaki hui saans li. Unhone ek pal ke liye phone neeche kiya aur meri taraf dekha aur chirchirepan ke saath jawab diya,
"Sahil, maine kaha na ki subah jaldi uthna hai. Reception dopehar ka hai. Ab baar-baar ek hi baat pooch kar sar mat khao," unhone teekhe lehje mein kaha.
Main thoda seham gaya. "Main toh bas... aise hi pooch raha tha. Aapka dupatta kursi par pada hai, main use pack kar doon?"
"Nahi! Rehne do use wahi. Main kar lungi," unhone jhatak kar kaha aur wapas phone ki screen mein ghus gayin. Unke angoothe phir se tezi se chalne lage. Unke chehre par phir se wahi sharmili muskurahat laut aayi thi jo abhi mujhse baat karte waqt gaayab ho gayi thi.
Maine mehsoos kiya ki main unke liye ab sirf ek rukawat (interruption) ban gaya tha. Wo 'Maa' jo hamesha meri baaton ko dhyan se sunti thi, aaj mujhse peecha chhurana chahti thi taaki wo Vishal se sukoon se baat kar sake.
Maine thaki hui nazron se unko dekha aur apna phone takiye ke neeche daba diya. Maine aankhein moond kar sone ki koshish ki, lekin dimaag mein sawalon ka ek toofan chal raha tha. Har baar jab main aankhein band karta, mujhe Vishal ka wo shaitani chehra yaad aa jata.
Karwate badalte-badalte thak gaya, par neend koso door thi. Kamre mein sirf AC ki halki sarsarahat thi aur baahar kahin door ek kutte ke rone ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Takreeban ek ghante baad, kamre mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon chha gaya. Maine gardan ghuma kar dekha. Ammi ki saansein ab ek dum rhythm mein aa chuki theen. Unka haath bed ki chadar par dheela pad gaya tha, aur unka phone unki ungliyon ke paas, side table par adha latka hua rakha tha.
Mera dil zoron se dhadakne laga. Yahi mauka tha.
Main dabe paon bed se utha. Farsh thanda tha, par mere jism mein ek garmi daud rahi thi. Maine bilkul saans rok kar Ammi ka phone uthaya. Maine screen par L pattern banaya... click.
WhatsApp khulte hi Vishal ka chat sabse upar tha. Maine scroll up karke unki taaza guftagoo padhni shuru ki.
> Vishal: So gaya tera 'Bodyguard' ? ?
> Ammi: Haan, badi mushkil se soya hai. Aaj pata nahi kyun itni baatein kar raha tha. Maine thoda daant diya toh munh fula kar so gaya.
> Vishal: Ohh….aisa kya keh diya usne ke dant pad gayi Ammi se?
>Ammi: Kuch nahi... keh raha tha aap 'over-smart' bante hain. Maine use tameez sikhayi toh chid gaya. Jaane do...
>Vishal: Hahaha! Aur batao jaana... kya haal hai?
>Ammi: Theek hoon.
>Vishal: 'Neeche' ka kya haal hai? ?
>Ammi: Badtameez! ? Abhi bhi thoda thoda pain ho raha hai…. halka sa... But theek hun abhi…
>Vishal: Dolo kha lo aur thodi 'Suthol' ya cream laga lo wahaan... thandak milegi. ?
>Ammi: Dolo toh kha li, tab ja kar dard thoda halka hua hai, nahi toh Ammi ke saamne chalna mushkil ho raha tha. Wo baar-baar pooch rahi theen kya hua... maine jhooth bol diya ki bathroom mein phisal gayi.
>Vishal: Hahahahah... Jhoot kyun boli apni maa se? Bata deti Vishal ne pel diya hai…? Dard toh hoga hi jaan... asli mard ka liya hai na tumne. Sach batao, apni puri life mein kabhi itna mota aur lamba liya tha pehle?
>Ammi: Vishal! ? Tum pagal ho... aise koi poochta hai? Lekin... sach bolun toh nahi. Maine sirf 'Porn' movies mein dekha tha itna bada... Jab pahli baar mere samne aaya to Mera dil baith gaya tha usse dekhkar.. abhi bhi yaad karti hoon toh shareer kaanp jata hai.
>Vishal: Aadat daal lo darling, kyunki kal main tumhe aur zyada pelne wala hoon. ? Achha ye batao... kal kya pehan rahi ho reception mein?
>Ammi: Purple color ka designer Cotton Silk Kurta aur Salwar hai. Simple par elegant.
>Vishal: Mast! Par mujhe imagine karne mein maza nahi aa raha. Ek pic dikhao na... mirror selfie toh li hogi check karne ke liye?
>Ammi: Rukiye... dikhati hoon.
Fir Ammi ne us kurte salwar mein apni pic share ki. Ammi mirror ke saamne khadi hain. Kurti cotton silk ki thi jo unke bhare hue boobs par ekdum barabar baithi hai. Salwar thoda loose thi par unke hips ki shape saaf dikh rahi hai. Unka gora rang purple color mein khil kar aa raha hai.Aur unhone brown colour ka hi**b bhi pahna hua tha.
>Vishal: Wooow... sexy! ? Kasam se yaar, bahut hot lag rahi ho. Lund khada ho gaya ise dekh kar… uff! Bahut maza aayega kal ise utaarne mein.
>Ammi: Bas bas...han… ? Badmash kahin ke.
>Vishal: Sahi mein yaar... main abhi se imagine kar raha hoon ki tumhare curves iss suit mein kaise hileinge. Ek request hai meri...
>Ammi: Kya?
>Vishal: Kal Hi**b mat pehnna please. Apne baal khule rakhna... tumhara gora chehra aur wo lambe kaale baal jab peeth par girenge... uff! Main unmein apni ungliyan phasa kar tumhe choomna chahta hoon.
>Ammi: Acha? ? Phir toh bada 'Scandal' ho jayega... Ma aur rishtedaar kya sochenge? Main hamesha sar dhak kar rakhti hoon unke saamne.
>Vishal: Aaj jo humne kiya, usse bada 'scandal' aur kya ho sakta hai jaanu? ? Kya mere liye itni si baat nahi manogi? Main tumhe ek 'Azaad' aurat ki tarah dekhna chahta hoon.
>Ammi: Ok baba. Nahi pehnungi hi**b... khush? Sirf tumhare liye baal khule rakhungi.
>Vishal: Bahut khush! ❤️
>Ammi: Aur tum kya pehnoge?
>Vishal: Kal 'Appun' bilkul casual dress mein aayega. Bole toh... blue jeans aur half-sleeves white shirt. Tight shirt pehnunga taaki mere muscles tumhein dikhte rahein. ? Waise tum bolo toh nanga bhi aa sakta hoon... sharam-varam nahi hai apan ko. ?
>Ammi: Hahaha! Haan... wo toh hai. Besharam toh tum ho hi... ?
>Vishal: Woh toh main hoon. Aur kal tumhe dikhaunga ki besharmi ki asli limit kya hoti hai. ? Suno, woh pic phir se dekh raha hoon..yaaar kitni zeher lag rahi ho pic mein….khas kar tumhare bhare hue boobs us kurti mein aise ubhar rahe hain jaise abhi bahar nikal aayenge. Eik sawal puchu?
>Ammi: Kya?
>Vishal: Sahil ko breast feed kiya tha ya bottle milk? ??
Ammi: Vishal!! ? Tumhari himmat kaise hui ye poochne ki? Kitne gande ho tum...
Vishal: Arre ganda kya... Batao na…. Itne bade, bhare-bhure aur rasiile hain, lagta hai Sahil ki toh kismat bohot achi rahi hogi bachpan mein. Itna doodh piya hoga usne inmein se ki tabhi aaj itna 'healthy' hai wo. ? Sach batao, do saal pilaya tha ya zyada?
Ammi: Shut up! Besharam... ?
Vishal : Please….jaan…
Ammi: Dedh saal tak. Par ye baatein ab kyun kar rahe ho? Tumhe sharam nahi aati ?
Vishal: Sharam kaisi? Main toh bas imagine kar raha hoon ki kal jab main unhein us tight purple kurti se bahar nikalunga, toh kya abhi bhi unmein se 'ras' (milk) niklega? Mera toh mann kar raha hai ki kal unhein tab tak chuso aur chabau jab tak tum dard se chilla na do. ??
Ammi: Uff... Vishal... ? Tumhari baatein sunkar hi mera jism garam hone laga hai. Sach toh ye hai ki Sahil ke baad ye itne 'active' kabhi nahi hue the jitne aaj tumhari wajah se hain. Jab tumne aaj unhein masla tha, toh mujhe aisa laga jaise meri poori body ka khoon wahi jama ho gaya ho.
Vishal: Hahaha! Kal toh sirf khoon nahi, kuch aur bhi jama hoga. ?
Ammi: Bas kijiye... ? Main sharam se paani-paani ho rahi hoon. Sach bolun toh, maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki main itni khul kar Kisike sath itni baatein karungi. Tumne mujhe ek dum badal diya hai.
Vishal: Maine nahi badla, maine toh bas asli 'Aisha' ko bahar nikala hai ? Achha suno... ek aur shart hai meri kal ke liye.
Ammi: Shart? Ab kya chahte ho? ?
Vishal: Kal uss purple salwar ke neeche... Panty mat pehenna.
Ammi: Kya?? ? Vishal! Tum pagal ho gaye ho? Itne rishtedaar honge... agar Sahil ne ya Nani ne kuch notice kar liya toh? 5-star hotel hai, main itne bad-lihaaz tarah se kaise ja sakti hoon?
Vishal: Kuch notice nahi hoga. Salwar loose hai, kurti lambi hai. Main chahta hoon ki mujhe koi rukawat (barrier) na mile. Bas salwar ka naada (string) khola... aur seedha ghapa ghap! ??
Ammi: ...Tum sach mein shaitan ho. Yeh shart main bilkul Maan nahi sakti…sorry..
Vishal: Aisha please yaar …
Ammi: Nahi. No means no.
Vishal: kya yaar KLPD kar diya tumne to…
Ammi: KLPD?
Vishal: Khale Lund Par Danda
Ammi: Hahahah….so jao ab….kal jaldi uthna hai ..bye…
Vishal: Ruko na jaan…please…thodi der…
Ammi: Nahi….bye ..
Vishal: okk….luv you jaan….
Ammi: cya
Maine phone band kiya aur lock karke wapas table par rakh diya. Mera sir chakkar kha raha tha.
Meri Maa... meri wahi 'Maa' jo hamesha Nani ki baaton ko 'Farz' maanti thi, aaj unhi ki naseehaton ko ek gair mard ke liye thukra rahi thi.
Main bed par let gaya. Mera dimaag kisi chakravyuuh mein phansa hua tha. Woh chat... woh 'breastfeeding' waali baatein... aur Ammi ka itna khul kar Vishal se baat karna. Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki meri wahi 'shareef' Ammi, jo ghar mein har baat par haya aur parde ki naseehat deti theen, ek gair mard ke saath itni 'dirty talk' kar rahi theen.
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