Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 6

Meri mom aur is anjaan aadmi ke beech
pehli baat-cheet

Main us dopahar kaafi jaldi ghar pahunch gaya, dadi Zainab ko butchery ke bagal wali

chhoti masala ki dukaan par chhod kar. Unhone zid ki thi kuch extra cheezen lene ki –

karahi ke liye unka khususi whole masala ka blend, kuch sookhi laal mirchein jo unhone

kaha “bilkul theek teekhapan” wali ek khususi dukandaar se.

“Tum lads aage jao,” unhone haath hila kar kaha, aankhein khana banane ki excitement

se chamak rahi thin. “Main nana ke saath mil lungi; woh abhi phal ki gaadiyon par dekh

rahe hain. Shopping mein jaldi nahi karni chahiye – achcha khana waqt maangta hai.”

Nana Qadir ne maante hue sar hilaya, khush the ki der tak ruk kar purane dost se baatein

kar lenge. Jabir pehle hi apni ammi Nafisa ki madad ke liye ghar chala gaya tha, to aakhri

kuch galiyan main akela chalta raha, dhoop peeth par garam, sadkein subah ki bheer ke

baad dopahar ki khamoshi mein doob gayin.

Hamara ghar nazar aaya – saadha do manzila makaan safed dhule deewaron wala, saamne

ka chhota gate hawa se halka khula, seedhiyon par lage ghade jo ammi itne pyar se

sambhaalti thin.

Mujhe thande paani ka glass aur shayad ammi jo lunch bana rahi thi uski jhalak dekhne ki

umeed thi, khushboo khuli kitchen ki khidki se dheere dheere beh rahi thi.

Lekin aakhri mod mudte hi kuch hairat angez ne mujhe rok diya, pair pavement par ruk gaye.

Wahan, hamare front door par, chaudi peeth meri taraf, woh rugged chehre wala aadmi

khada tha – padosi ghar ka, teekhi aankhon wala, hamesha toothpick wala, woh unsettling

jazba jo uske move-in se mujhe pareshan kar raha tha.

Uska haath utha hua tha, lakdi par sakht, barabar rhythm se dastak de raha tha jo khamosh

gali mein goonj rahi thi. Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga, adrenaline ki lahar seene mein thandi

pani ki tarah daud gayi.

Shock ne mujhe jakad liya – saans ruk gayi, dimagh sawaalon se bhar gaya. Yeh yahan kya kar

raha tha? Hamare darwaze par? Jaise apna haq ho? Koi shikayat? Ya kuch bura? Balcony se

uski der tak tikki nazrein yaad aayi, haath paseene se bhar gaye, seene mein dar aur gusse

ka milaap.

Main jaldi padosi deewar ke peeche chhup gaya, dheere se jhaankte hue, kaanon mein dil ki

dhadkan goonj rahi thi. Pal bhar panic ghuma – daud kar saamne ja kar rok loon? Chillaoon?

Lekin phir aqal aayi. Maine khud ko shaant kiya, gehri saansein lete hue chhupte hue.

Shayad sirf padosiyon se mil raha ho – naya rehne wala, mohalle mein round laga raha, sharafat

se introduce kar raha. Hamare mohalle mein aisa hota tha; log mithai laate ya sirf salaam karte

achche rishte ke liye. Bura na socho. Be-gunaah ho sakta, bas andaaz ajeeb.

Phir bhi waqt galat lag raha, bechain karne wala. Ammi ghar mein akeli thi. Nana Qadir abhi

lambi sair se nahi laute – woh aksar lamba raasta lete, purane doston se ruk kar baatein karte.

Dadi Zainab abhi bazaar mein apne masaale le rahi thi, shayad nana ke saath kyunki dono

ghumne mein maze le rahe the.

Ghar khamosh, be-hifazat, aur ammi ka darwaza kholna is ajnabi ke saamne, koi aur paas na ho,

pet mein girah si ban gayi.

Chhupne ki jagah se dekhta raha jab darwaza dheere khula. Ammi ne dheere se bahar jhaanka,

chehra sharif lekin hoshyar, jaise hamesha unexpected mehmaan ke saath. Unhone kuch narm

kaha – doori se lafz nahi sun sake – lekin aadmi ne jawab diya, awaaz dheemi aur barabar, ek

haath se halka ishaara karte hue.

Main samajh nahi pa raha tha baat kya thi; lafz dheeme, hawa le gayi. Curiosity aur hifazat ne

dar ko peechhe dhakel diya. Mujhe sunna tha, samajhna tha.

Idhar udhar dekha koi na dekh raha ho, phir chupke ghar ki taraf dauda, side wall ke saaye mein

chipakta hua, garden ki fence ke saath chalta narm mitti ka raasta jahaan sneakers ki awaaz nahi

aati.

Main purani chhupne ki jagah mein ghus gaya – oonche ghado ka jhund aur garden gate ke paas

neeche brick ki deewar, jhadiyon ke peeche jhuk kar, pattiyon se achcha cover lekin sunne ke liye

khula.

Dil ab bhi tezi se dhadak raha tha jab main baitha, kaan tedhe kiye. Unki baat saaf hone se pehle,

garden se alag awaaz aayi – paani ki barabar, rhythm wali chhinta, hose pipe poori tarah khuli

chhooti hui, zameen par zor se padta hua, jama hokar gali ki taraf beh raha.

Lagta tha hose chhoot gaya, tap khula, paani zor se pheenk raha, mitti bhigota aur raaste par beh

raha. Socha kaise – shayad ammi ke pehle watering se – tab tak aadmi ki awaaz saaf ho gayi

darwaze par ammi se baat karte hue.

Gajendra: Hi there! Main Gajendra, aapka naya padosi bagal se. Kuch din pehle hi shift hua hoon.

(Ammi wahan khadi, thodi hoshyar, haath aage bande hue.)

Ammi: Oh, hello. Mil kar achcha laga. Ummeed hai shift achchi ho rahi hogi.

Gajendra: Adventure to hai hi! Bas settle hone ki koshish. Waise, poochna tha kya aapne hose pipe

chalta chhod diya? Garden mein kaafi paani beh raha tha.

(Ammi ke gaal laal hue jab unhe apni ghalati ka ehsaas hua.)

Ammi: Um, haan. Maaf kijiye. Kabhi kabhi bhool jaati hoon, gardening mein masroof hokar.

Gajendra: Maafi ki kya zaroorat! Sab ke saath hota hai. Chal kar dekhen? Madad kar doon khushi se.

(Jab woh bahar niklin, unhone hichak kar sar hilaya. Unhen manzoor nahi tha kyunki hamare mazhab

mein shaadi shuda aurat ka kisi gair mard ke saath chalna ajeeb hai, khusoosan pajame mein, lekin

unhone maana kyunki inkaar karna badtameezi hoti.)

Ammi: Theek, chaliye. Shukriya madad ka.

(Woh garden ki taraf chale, phool khil rahe the, Gajendra bagal se dekhta hua, dheere se unki

curves ki qadr karta hua.)

Gajendra: Aapka garden bohot khoobsurat hai. Bilkul aap par suit karta. Dekh kar lagta hai kitni

mohabbat aur mehnat daali hai – yeh aapki shakhsiyat ki aks hai.

Ammi: Shukriya! Gardening mein bohot sukoon milta hai. Fitrat se judne aur zindagi ki afra-tafri mein

aman paane ka zariya.

Gajendra: Taza lagta hai aisi shakhs ko milna jo fitrat se itna judi ho. Aksar log routine mein itne doobe

hote hain ki maze nahi le paate.

Ammi: Sach hai. Podon ki dekhbhaal aur unhe ugte dekhna kuch alag hi sukoon deta hai.

Woh garden gate ki taraf chale, ammi aage tezi se, Gajendra peeche qareeb. Meri chhupne ki jagah se

dekhta raha, aur pal bhar ko socha shayad woh achcha insaan hi ho – padosi ne awaaz suni aur

madad ki offer, kuch bura nahi. Hamare samaj mein log ek doosre ka khayaal rakhte the; be-gunaah

ho sakta.

Garden mein pahunch kar ammi ne turant masla dekha. “Wahan – gulabon ke saamne ek aur tap

khula chhoot gaya. Pehle maa ke aane ki jaldi mein distracted ho gayi; aaj gaon se aayi hui hain.”

Gajendra ne sar hilaya, qareeb aakar madad ke liye. “Koi baat nahi – sab ke saath hota.”

Ammi thodi jhuk kar tap theek karne lagi, knob zor se ghumati hui paani rokne, harkatein practical aur

focused. Lekin jaise hi woh jhuki, Gajendra ne dheere peeche qadam uthaya, posture badla.

Uski aankhein un par tik gayin, unki badi hips par sakht nazar – kapda khinch kar chipak raha tha,

narm, gol shape ko zahir kar raha. Shock ne mujhe maara jaise lahar, saans gale mein atki.

Yeh kaise kar sakta tha? Yeh aadmi, yeh ajnabi Gajendra, meri ammi ko itni raw intensity se dekh raha,

chehra bhookha sa, tareef bhara sabse buri tareeqe se.

Mujhe is aadmi se shock laga – mutthiyaan jhadiyon ke peeche kas gayin, seene mein gussa garam

ubhra. Yeh pehli baar tha jo maine dekha, yaad se – kisi mard ka ammi ko aise dekhna, qareeb se,

sexual tareeqe se jo meri jild par siharan daudata tha.

Pehle kabhi aisa nahi dekha; ammi mere liye sirf ammi thi – pakki ibaadat guzaar, sharmeeli, hamare

ghar ki paakizat ki markaz. Kisi mard ne meri maujoodgi mein aisa dekha nahi, itni be-sharmi se unki

curves par nazar daudayi nahi.

Bazaar ki door ki nazrein alag thin; yeh intimate tha, intrusive, hamare garden mein. Dimagh mein kuch

badalne laga – be-gunaah nazar se sakht duniya ki samajh ki taraf, confusion, hifazat aur ek nayi,

bechain karne wali samajh ki doosre unhen kaise dekh sakte hain.

Yeh pehli baar tha ammi ke liye aisi attention – tareef ya nazrein jo niyyat se bhari – kisi gair mard se,

khusoosan alag mazhab ke. Hamari zindagi parde aur imaan par thi; aisi cheezein ajnabi, qareeban

mana thi.

Jab ammi seedhi hui, hose se paani ab bhi tapakta, Gajendra ne gala saaf kiya chhoti muskurahat ke

saath. “Kaafi zor ka beh raha tha – purane pipes mein pressure tez hota hai. Zyada flesh jama ho jaaye

to cheezein… achanak phat bhi sakti hain.” Woh beh te hue paani ki taraf chale.

Gajendra: Jaante ho, phoolon ke beech mein tumhara chalna kitna mohak hai. Har cheez ko sambhalne
mein kitni lachak hai.

(Ammi thodi si hilti hai, cigarette ke dhuyen se thodi asahajta mehsoos karte hue.)

Ammi: Taarif ke liye shukriya, lekin kya aap ise dusri taraf smoke kar sakte ho? Main smoke nahi karti,
aur hawa saaf rakhna pasand karti hoon.

(Gajendra sar hilata hai, ek kadam peeche leta hai aur thoda ghum kar dhuya usse door phenkta hai.)

Gajendra: Bilkul! Irada pareshan karne ka nahi tha. Tum sach mein is jagah ko kitna sundar banati ho.

(Vah muskurati hai shistachar se, phoolon ke kaam mein lag jaati hai.)

Ammi: Dhanyavaad. Main koshish karti hoon ek shaant vatavaran banane ki, sirf apne liye nahi balki
har aane waale ke liye.

(Gajendra use dekhta hai, uski lagan se praabhaavit hokar.)

Gajendra: Baagh mein waqt ka pata hi nahi chalta. Tumne yahan ek swarg bana diya hai.

(Ammi apni sthiti badalti hai, kaam par dhyaan rakhte hue.)

Ammi: Mujhe ismein bahut sukoon milta hai. Sirf paudhon se nahi, balki jo shaanti laata hai usse.

(Gajendra thoda aur paas jhukta hai, utsaukta badhti hui, nazar badalta hai.)

Gajendra: Tum is jagah mein jaadu ghul deti ho. Kisi ko itna samarpit dekhna praashansaneey hai.

(Ammi tanaav mehsoos karti hai lekin santulan banaye rakhti hai.)

Ammi: Shukriya, lekin main sach mein bas kaam enjoy karti hoon—ye mere liye poora karne waala hai.

(Ek kshaṇik maun, Gajendra use nirikshan karta hai.)

Ammi: Oh, rukta hi nahi ja raha. Dhyaan na dene par hamesha aisa hi mushkil hota hai.

(Gajendra paas aata hai, madad ke liye jhukta hai, lekin vah peeche hat jaati hai.)

Gajendra: Yahan, main try karta hoon. Chinta mat karo. Woh curve sambhalna mushkil hota hai,
hai na?

(Ammi aur asahaj mehsoos karti hai, kaam par dhyaan dene ki koshish.)

Ammi: Ye to bas ek hose hai. Is par itna pareshan hone ki baat nahi.

(Gajendra peeche nahi hat-ta.)

Gajendra: Sahi. Lekin tumhare paas ek tarika hai ki ek simple kaam ko bhi... kitna attractive bana deti
ho. Jaise tum har cheez mein ek vishesh aakarshan laati ho.


(Ammi phir hilti hai, asahajta saaf, dhyaan banaye rakhne ki koshish.)

Ammi: Aisa nahi... main bas ise sambhalne ki koshish kar rahi hoon. Ise badi baat nahi banana chahti.

Ishaara chhupa tha lekin spaṣht—usne "curves" shabd ka istemaal kiya tha uske shareer ki taraf
ishaara karte hue, uski komal bharti ko ghoorte hue, bina sidhe "boobs" aur "gaand" kahe.



Ammi thodi rukti hai, peeth aadhi mudee hui, aur maine uske kandhon mein halki tanaav dekhī—vah
samajh gayi thi ki woh uske shareer ki baat kar raha tha, uski figure jo zahir ho rahi thi.

Lekin vah dridh khadi rahi, uska saamna nahi kiya, aur aage badhte hue baat badli. "Haan, pipe purane
hain; kabhi kabhi atak jaate hain. Mujhe bataane ke liye phir shukriya."


Usne kabhi daant nahi pilayi—sur shist, taṭasth rakha.

(Jab vah hose adjust karti hai, Gajendra aur paas jhukta hai, behtar bandhne ke liye jaanbujhkar.
Achanak, woh jaanbujhkar paani uchhaal deta hai us par.)


Gajendra: Oops! Maaf karna! Irada nahi tha tumhe aise unexpected paani dena.


(Ammi peeche hat-ti hai, hairaan, aankhen thodi badi.)




Ammi: Oh! Koi baat nahi, sach mein. Haadse to hote rehte hain, hai na?

(Vah sar hilati hai halki hansi ke saath, sharmindagi ko jhatakne ki koshish mein paani ponchhti hai apne
pajame se.)

Gajendra: Yeh sun kar khushi hui! Lekin kehna padega, aise bhigee dekhna kitna sundar hai. Tumhara
pajama sach mein tumhari shakal dikha raha hai—jaise phool karte hain.

(Ammi neeche dekhti hai, gaal laal, kapda chipak gaya. Nazar bachati hai, shaant rehne ki koshish.)

Ammi: Ye to bas paani hai... chinta ki koi baat nahi.

(Aakhir pipe theek ho gaya, Gajendra ne theek kiya.)

Gajendra: Waise, mujhe tumhara naam nahi pata. Bataogi, taaki baat thodi vyaktigat lage?

(Ammi jhijhakti hai, naam batane mein ansune. Hose se khelti hai, baat badalne ki koshish.)

Ammi: Achha, naam to abhi zaroori nahi hain, hain na?

(Gajendra bhaun uthata hai, rochak.)

Gajendra: Arre, chalo na! Har kisi ka naam hota hai. Yeh to humari pehchaan ka hissa hai. Naye
padosi se naam nahi bataogi?

(Ammi asahaj hilti hai, ghar ki taraf dekhti hai.)

Ammi: Lagta hai ab aap ja sakte ho, madad ke liye shukriya.

(Gajendra aur paas aata hai, zid saaf.)

Gajendra: Lekin aaj ka din naye dost banane ke liye sundar hai! Thodi baat cheet kar lein?

(Ammi gahri saans leti hai, santulan banaye.)

Ammi: Sach mein, mere kaam hain. Aap ghar laut jaayein.

(Uski baat anndekha kar, Gajendra uske peeche chalta hai ghar ki taraf jaate hue.)

Gajendra: Kya baat chod kar chali ja rahi ho?

(Jab vah aage chalti hai, Gajendra dekhta hai, mazaakiya sur mein.)

Gajendra: Jaante ho, aise mere saamne chalna zaroor dhyaan kheench raha hoga.

(Ammi tezi se chalti hai, uski nazar ke bojh ko mehsoos kar.)

Ammi: Main bas andar ja rahi hoon.

(Gajendra phir paas aata hai, rokta hai.)

Gajendra: Lekin naam abhi bhi nahi pata! Chalo, bata do. Vaada hai nahi kaatunga.

(Jhijhakte hue, vah kandhe par mud kar dekhti hai.)

Ammi: Shahida hai...





(Gajendra ka chehra badalta hai, aankhon mein praashansa.)

Gajendra: Shahida. Kitna sundar naam. Tum bhi sundar ho, lekin dekhta hoon thodi thand
lag rahi hai—haath kaamp rahe hain.

(Bina soche, woh haath badhata hai aur uske biceps ko pakad kar garam karne ki koshish
karta hai. Ammi ki aankhen hairaani se badi, peeche hat jaati hai.)

Ammi: Mujhe chhuna mat!

(Uska sur dridh, achanak chillana dono ko hairaan karta hai.)

Gajendra: Arre, pareshan karne ka irada nahi tha. Bas madad kar raha tha.






(Ammi peeche hat-ti hai, jhijhak khatam.)

Ammi: Chinta ke liye shukriya, lekin door rahiye. Mujhe chhuna pasand nahi.

(Tanaav hava mein, Gajendra haath upar karta hai, jagah deta hai.)

Gajendra: Bilkul, maaf karna! Bas apne tarike se madad kar raha tha.

(Ammi santulan vaapas paati hai, khafa lekin dridh.)

Ammi: Samajhne ke liye dhanyavaad. Ab maaf kijiye, mujhe kaam poora karna hai.

Ammi shaant rahi, sidhe daant nahi pilayi bhale hi uski niyat samajh gayi thi bhari nazron aur
shabdon se. Usne uske shareer par sexual ishaaron ko chaturta se taal diya, baat surakshit
vishyon par le gayi jaise baagh ke paudhe ya mohalle ki shaanti.


Vah akeli thi aakhir—pariwar paas nahi—to jhagda nahi chahti thi, naye padosi se rishta bigadne
ka khatra nahi lena tha jo shatru ban sakta tha. Behtar tha shaant rehna, jaldi khatam karna.
Bhige silk pajame ne uske shareer ki shakal dikha di—bade boobs aur badi gaand, komal aur
striyatmak—jis se vah bahut asahaj thi.


Mujhe apni ammi ko sexual bana kar pasand nahi, unke shareer ka istemaal story mein, lekin us
pal, Ammi ko apne curves saaf dikhte mehsoos hue, ek aise aadmi ke saamne jo uska pati nahi
tha. Uski dharm ne mana kiya tha—sikshaen pardah aur asambandhit mardon se doori par zor deti thi.


Aakhir Ammi ghar mein ghusi, tezi se kadam, andar se gusse mein—usne "madad" mein haath
chhue the, uske rough ungliyan jaanbujhkar chipak kar, ghuspaithiya. Use pasand nahi aaya,
vyaktigat jagah ka ullanghan.






Jab vah andar gayi, darwaza dridh band kiya, Gajendra gate par thodi der rukta hai. Uski nazar
uski jaati figure par, uski gaand ko ghoorta hai—itni komal aur har tezi kadam mein hilti hui, bhiga
kapda natural hilore ko aur dikha raha.


Main is aadmi se shocked tha—meri chhupne ki jagah
bahut paas lag rahi thi, uski be-sharmi dekh gussa jal raha tha jab woh muskura kar cigarette
phenkta hai mud kar.




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