Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 9



Main apne zindagi mein pehli baar ek itni sharmnaak cheez
apni aankhon se dekh chuka hoon





Woh veranda ke bahar khadi thi, ab bhi texting kar rahi thi, unki shakal ghar ki deewaron par
 chadhi belon se chhanti chandni ki halki roshni mein ubhar rahi thi. Raat ki hawa thandi aur 
shaant thi, raat mein khilne waale phoolon ki halki khushboo aur door se shehar ke sustaane 
ki awaaz le kar. 

Daadi Zainab railing se tik kar khadi thi, unki peeli sleeveless nightdress dheeli padi hui, pehle
 odha cream scarf ab kandhon se thoda sarak gaya tha. 

Unki anguthiyan phone ke screen par umr ke hisaab se hairat angez tezi se chal rahi thi, halki
 neeli roshni unke chehre ko roshan kar rahi thi jis se woh din se chhoti aur zyada zinda lag rahi 
thi. Har kuchh seconds mein rukti, message padhti, aur honthon par chhota raaz bhara
 muskurahat aa jaati, aankhen khushi aur intezaar se chamak uth ti. 

Main hallway ke andhere se dekh raha tha, utsaukta badhi hui lekin abhi hairat nahi. Itni raat
 ko kis se texting kar rahi thi? Har kuchh der mein bedroom ke darwaze ki taraf mud kar dekhti, 
pakka karte hue ki Nana Qadir ke kharraate jaari hain, yeh dikhaata tha ki baat niji thi. 

Shayad gaon ki purani dost, raat ki gossip—shaadiyon ya pariwar ki dramon ki—woh baatein jo
 subah tak chalti thi kyunki gaon mein waqt ka itna ehmiyat nahi thi. Lekin jab dekhta raha, 
phone phir baja, woh message ghour se padhi, khud se sar hilaati jaise hukm mil raha ho. "Theek 
hai," dheere murmmat ki, itni dheemi ki saaf nahi suni, lekin chehra khelte ita'at mein badal 
gaya. 

Phir unhone daaya haath dheere uthaya, ungliyan scarf ke kinaare par. Tezi se idhar udhar dekha
—veranda khaali pakka karne ke liye—phir scarf poori utaar di, sre-streaked baal kandhon par
 gir gaye. Thoda fluffed kiya, ungliyan chalaa kar volume diya, phir phone baazu ki doori par
 pakda. 






Camera ka soft flash chala jab unhone selfies li—ek sharmili muskurahat ke saath, sar side par 
jhuka; dusri honth chumba ke lens ki taraf; teesri khelte chumban udaate hue, aankhen aadhi 
band flirtatious wink mein. 

Selfies niji, vyaktigat lag rahi thi—aisi jo aam dost ya rishtedaar ko nahi bhejte. Garmahat thi, 
thodi sensuality pose mein, nightdress ek kandhe se thoda sarak gayi, chandni chehre ki narm
 lakeeron ko ubhaar rahi. Jaise khaas kisi ke saath niji pal baant rahi ho, apna raaz bhara pehlu. 

Main andhere hallway se chhup kar dekhta raha, soch mein. Kya yeh bas be-nuksaan maza tha, raat 
mein jawaan mehsoos karne ka tareeka? Daadi hamesha pariwar ka sahara rahi thi—mujhe aur Jabir
 ko achhe ikhlaaq, deen, izzat sikhaati thi apne dauron mein. Deen ki kahaniyan sunaati thi pardah 
aur imaandaari par zor dete hue. 

Lekin yahan woh screen par aate jawaabon par dheere qahqaha kar rahi thi, tezi se reply. Shayad
 door ka rishtedaar, ya bachpan ki dost technology se phir mili. Ya be-gunah flirt—gaon mein kabhi 
kabhi bewah auratein aise saath dhoondhti thi, bhale deen shaadi-shuda auraton ke liye mana karta. 

Nana so rahe the; unhe pata tha? Dimagh ghum raha—utsaukta aur thodi bechaini. Agar kuchh nahi 
to? Agar zyada soch raha hoon, din ke waqiyaat ki pareshani un par daal raha hoon? Phir bhi un 
selfies ki nijta khaane lagi, woh puzzle ka tukda jo meri jaani Daadi se match nahi kar raha. 

Do din baad, kuchh dramatic nahi hua roz ko bigadne waala. Zindagi mustaqil beh rahi thi—subah 
pariwar ke saath breakfast, dopahar kaamon aur Jabir ke saath khel, shaam Daadi ke khaane aur 
Nana ki kahaniyon se. Lekin maine notice kiya Daadi ab har roz Suraj ki butchery jaati thi, lunch ke 
baad chhote bag ke saath "taaza cheezon" ke liye. 

Ab unhe raasta itna pata tha ki akeli jaati, kisi ko saath ki zaroorat nahi. "Main sambhal loongi, beta," 
muskurate hue kehti. "Achhi sair hai, aur Suraj ko pata hai mujhe kya pasand." Masoom lagta—
shayad baat cheet enjoy karti, bazaar ki aadati gaon jaise. 

Ek shaam, sooraj doobte hue aasman gehra narangi, main khud Suraj ki butchery gaya. Ammi ne kaha
 tha kal ke khaane ke liye extra beef chahiye, aur socha Daadi ko surprise kar doon agar wahaan ho. 
Lekin 9 baje pahuncha to dukaan band—shutter jaldi neeche, andar roshni nahi, sign hawa mein hil
 raha. 

Ajeeb tha; Suraj aksar der tak khula rakhta last-minute graahakon ke liye. Maine uska phone milaya,
 ring goonji lekin jawab nahi. Phir Daadi ka—wahi, voicemail. Pet mein fikr gad gayi; kahaan ho sakti
 thi? Ilaqa zyada nahi jaanti, aur is waqt sadkein andheri, theek nahi lag raha. 

Maine faisla kiya uske ghar jaaoon—Suraj ne ek baar baat mein zikr kiya tha, shehar se door ek 
alaahda jagah, jungle mein. Shehar ki hadd se bahar jungle ka tukda jahaan kuchh bungalows the 
aman ke liye. Woh lakdi ke bungalow mein rehta tha, rustic aur dilkash, wraparound porch aur ped 
chhaa rahe the, jo suna tha. 

Rickshaw liya, safar jhatke daar jab paidal sadkein chhod jungle ke makki raaston par. Jungle ghana,
 hawa thandi crickets aur patton ki sarsarahat se. Pahuncha, rickshaw waale ko paise diye, jo dekha
 us se hairaan reh gaya. 

Bungalow porch par lanterns se halki roshni, aur bahar Daadi aur Suraj khade the. Woh poore nange
 the, dim roshni mein jism ubhra hua, mazboot aur be-sharma, jabki Daadi sirf halki gulabi abaya 
aur cream scarf mein, kapda dheela lata hua, roz ki pardah is niji jagah mein utar gaya. 

Dil doob gaya, saans atak gayi jab ped ke peeche chhup gaya. Yeh woh aurat thi jisne Ammi ko paala,
 humein duaen aur ikhlaaq sikhaaye, ab itni samjhauta karne waali haalat mein. Samajh aane laga
 unki nijta kyun—butchery ki chamakti muskurahatein, "sairen" jo har baar lambi hoti jaati. 

Maine socha dost thi, meherbaan budhiya baat enjoy karti, lekin galat—yeh gehra, mana tha. Dekhta
 raha jam kar, woh chumey—honth passionate lambi mulaqaat mein, uske haath kamar par, unki 
ungliyan baalon mein. 

Suraj: [dheere, baazu kamar par lapet kar] Zainab... poora din dimagh mein thi. Dil mein kya hai bata. 

Daadi: [jhijhak, haath uske nange seene par, awaaz thodi kaamp ti] Suraj... mujhe tum pasand ho.
 Zyada se zyada. Tum mujhe phir jawaan mehsoos karaate ho, desired aurat jaise. Lekin... hum 
bahut door nikal aaye. Yeh kya kar rahe hain? 





Suraj: [paas kheench kar, pyar se dheere] Shh, meri sundar Zainab. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega. Sirf
 hum donon ka—raat ka chhota raaz. Mujhe tumhari khidmat karne do, dikhaoon kitni khaas ho. 
Tum yeh ehsaas deserve karti ho. 

Daadi: [chalaaki se muskurate, sar jhuka kar sharmaati] Oh, tum meethi baatein karte ho. Lekin 
main '. aurat hoon... yeh theek nahi. Bhale... achha lag raha hai. 

Suraj: [gaal par dheere sehlaate] Tumhara deen mazboot, dil bhi. Lekin dil ko bhi khushi chahiye. 
Hum kisi ko nuksaan nahi pahuncha rahe. Chhod do, sirf aaj ki raat. 

Daadi: [ghabra kar idhar udhar dekhte, awaaz dheemi] Suraj, hum bahar hain. Koi dekh lega? Padosi,
 ya guzarne waala... 

Suraj: [dheere hanste, chehra mud kar] Mera ghar jungle mein gehra—alaahda, nazron se door. Raat
 ko koi nahi aata. Hamara niji duniya. 

Daadi: [utsauk, lekin chalaak, bhaun utha kar] Waise bazaar se itne door kyun rehte ho? Itne alaahda... 

Suraj: [sexy muskurahat, sur gehra] Kyunki yahan main aazaad hoon... taaron ke neeche nanga, tum
 jaise aurat ka intezaar karte hue raat aur garam karne ko. Koi distraction nahi, sirf khalis khwahish. 

Daadi: [sharma kar, nanhi ladki jaise be-yaqeen, dupatte se khelte] Suraj... mujhe nahi pata. Yeh 
sab naya hai... Aaj raat mujhe yahan kyun laaye? Ek budhiya jaise mujhse sach mein kya chahte ho? 

Suraj: [dheere pakad mazboot, aankhen milaa kar] Tum mein aag dekhta hoon, Zainab. Tum mujhe
 dekhti ho, stall par lautti ho... tum bhi yeh chahti ho jitna main. Khud ko mana mat karo—socho un
 saalon ko jo itne farz ada karte guzare. Thodi adventure, thodi jazba deserve karti ho. Mujhe 
gunahgaar mehsoos hota hai ki maine yeh jagaya, lekin achhe tareeke se... jaise hum kuchh asli baant
 rahe hain. 

Daadi: [gehri saans, dheere sur mein shikayat] Oh, Suraj... sahi keh rahe ho, asli lagta hai. Lekin theek 
nahi lag raha yeh karte. Yaad hai, main daadi hoon, imaandaar '.. Pariwar toot jaayega agar pata
 chala. Zindagi bhar paanch waqt namaaz, har niyam... aur ab yahan ***** aadmi ki baahon mein,
 raat mein, jungle mein. Jaise sab kuchh dhokha de rahi hoon jo muqaddas hai. Gunah kheench raha
—kal aaine mein chehra kaise dekhoongi? 

Suraj: [maathe par narmi se chuma] Zainab, yahi tumhe sundar banata hai—dil, bhakti. Lekin yeh
 dhokha nahi; tum khud ko jeene de rahi ho. Hum dono akela bahut din se. Mujhe dikhaane do theek 
hai. Koi nuksaan nahi. 

Daadi: [thoda peeche, aankhen talaash kar] Lekin Suraj... itna sada nahi. Deen pardah, paaki sikhaata
 hai. Agar yeh mujhe hamesha badal de? Purani khush aur yaqeen wali aurat ko taras aa raha. Ab sab
 sawaal karwa rahe ho. 

Suraj: [garam muskurahat, phir kheench kar] Aur yeh achha gunah, meri jaan—woh jo yaad dilaata 
hai hum zinda hain. Tumne sabko itna diya; ab thoda khud ke liye lo. Mere saath. 

Daadi: [sar thoda hilate, lekin paas tikti] Mana karna mushkil kar rahe ho. Lekin... abhi bhi nahi
 pata agar aur aage jaane doon. 

Suraj: [aur paas, saans honthon par garam] Mujh par bharosa, Zainab. Dikhaata hoon. [Chehra
 pakad kar pehli baar honth dabane ki koshish, narmi lekin zid se.] 

Daadi: [pehle thoda peeche, nanhi jaise mana karte, dheemi siski] Suraj... nahi, nahi karna 
chahiye... oh... ruk, abhi nahi... 

Suraj: [ruk kar, paas rakhte] Mana kyun, Zainab? Tum bhi yeh chumban chahti ho jitna main. 

Daadi: [nazar hata kar, sharmaati] Jaldi hai... dil tezi se dhadak raha. Agar pachhtaayi to? 

Suraj: [dheere] Nahi pachhtaogi. Hamara meetha raaz hoga. Chalo, sundar... 

Daadi: [lambi jhijhak, honth kaat te] Suraj... please... 

Suraj: [dheere chehra mud kar] Bas ek chumban. Andar ki jawaan aurat ke liye. 

Daadi: [aakhir thoda haan, lekin khelte] Oh, theek hai... lekin narmi se. 





Suraj: [ab gehra chumban, haath neeche sarak kar gaand ko mazbooti se dabaya] Mmm, 
Zainab... iska khwaab dekha tha. Teri yeh narm gaand—itni poori, perfect. Haathon mein kitna 
achha lagta. 

Daadi: [chumban mein pighal kar, jism paas daba, phir saans lete alag] Oh, Suraj... woh tha...
 lekin ab achhi aurat nahi lag rahi. Tumne mera kya kar diya? Rooh mein shikayat—is ke baad
 namaaz kaise karoon? 

Suraj: [gardaan par halke chumban, paas rakhte] Tum sabse achhi aurat ho jo jaanta hoon. 
Achha hone ka matlab khud se khushi mana nahi. Andar le ja kar aur achha mehsoos karaoon
—jahaan garam hai. 

Daadi: [chalaak muskurahat waapas, sur dheemi] Tum zyada aazma rahe ho. Lekin... shayad 
taaron ke neeche thodi der aur. 

Suraj: [phir gaand dabaya, ghar ki taraf kheenchte] Meri ladki. Kisi ko nahi pata chalega, aur 
tum mere saath hamesha jawaan mehsoos karogi. 

Baad mein woh dheere alag hua, unhe porch ke bahar lakdi ki kursi par baithne ko le gaya. 
"Yahan intezaar karo, Zainab ji—kuchh khaas laata hoon," sur dheema aur pyar bhara, 
bungalow mein gayab. 

Daadi wahaan baithi gehri soch mein, lantern ki roshni mein chehra mukhtalif jazbaat ka 
naqsha. Andar ki ladai saaf—jaanti thi hadd cross kar di, dhaiyon se bhakti aur qadron se 
bhatak gayi. 

Imaandaar '. aurat hone ke naate, saalon ki shaadi, Suraj se yeh rishta—alag deen ka 
aadmi—har cheez ke khilaaf: shaadi ki muqaddasat, uske bahar nijta ki manaahi, sanskaari 
aur deeni hadd jo khud pariwar ko sikhaayi thi. 

Gunah uljha rahi—ghar par amaana se soye Nana ki soch, Ammi jo unki qadr karti, namaaz
 jo chhod di thi chupke nikalne ko. Phir bhi thrill, Suraj ka dhyaan—sawaal uthaata: kya 
zindagi bahut sakht thi? Kya yeh der ki baghaawat, manaahi aazaadi ka maza? Saans bhari, 
abaya ke kinaare par ungliyan, pachhtaawa aur naye josh ke beech phansi. 

Phir Suraj lauta, tray par bhuni garam pork—tukde sunhere, kinaare karare, charbi chamak
 rahi, khushboo mere chhupne tak pahunchi. Maine jaana pork fried kaise dikhti—kitabon ya
 bazaar se, marbled texture, chicken mutton se alag karara. 

Socha shayad khud khaayega—Daadi pork nahi khaati, deen mein haraam, sakht hadd jo koi 
imaandaar '. nahi cross karta. Nahi sochna chahta jo soch raha—ki woh khaayegi, yeh
 unke raaz ka hissa. 

Daadi: [hairaan, awaaz thodi upar] Suraj! Yeh... yeh kya? Pork? Yahan pork laaye? 

Suraj: [shaant muskurahat, bagal mein baith kar] Haan, meri Zainab. Taaza, perfect grilled. 
Sirf humare liye. 

Daadi: [peeche hat kar, haath mazbooti se jode] Kya kar rahe ho? Tum jaante ho main nahi..
. hum nahi... pork sakht mana hai. Sabse bura haraam. 

Suraj: [knee par dheere haath] Yaad hai pehle kaha tha? Jo haraam lagta woh sahi chhuan, 
niyat, sahi insaan se halaal ban jaata. 

Daadi: [sar dheere hilate, bechain] Woh... alag tha. Tumhe chumna hi deen mein gunah tha.
 Lekin pork khaana? Yeh bahut aage. Zindagi bhar haath nahi lagaya. Khushboo bhi nahi 
sunghi pakte hue. 

Suraj: [sur narmi, tasalli] Meri meethi Zainab, suno. Tum buri aurat nahi. Tum aurat ho jo 
aakhir khud ko mehsoos karne de rahi, poori zindagi chakhne. Koi yahan nahi. Kisi ko nahi 
pata. Hamari chhoti duniya. Mujhe khidmat karne do. 

Daadi: [khud par kamzor muskurahat, aankhen chamak] Tum mujhe yeh sab kyun karaate ho,
 Suraj? Jaante ho tum aise baat karo to kamzor pad jaati hoon. 

Suraj: [pyar se hanste, ungliyon se chhota tukda utha kar] Kyunki asli tum dekhta hoon—
utsauk, jazbaati aurat jo niyamon ke peeche chhupi. Sab kuchh ek baar try karne layak. 
Bharosa karo, sundar. 

Daadi: [tukde ko honthon ke paas dekhte, jhijhak] Main... pork haath mein bhi nahi pakda. 
Yeh naya lag raha. Itna galat. 

Suraj: [paas jhuk kar, sur shahad jaise] Bas gosht hai, Zainab. Nam, rasbhara, tumhare 
honthon ka intezaar. Ek chhota niwala. Mere liye. Tumhe naya maza lete dekhna chahta 
hoon. 

Daadi: [honth kaat te, usse phir tukde ko dekha] Nahi karna chahiye... 

Suraj: [tukda neeche honth par dheere ferete] Karna chahiye. Kyunki zinda mehsoos 
karaayega. Mere liye kholo, meri jaan. 

[Lambi rukne ke baad, dheere honth khole. Woh andar rakha. Chhota, savdhaan niwala 
liya, dheere chabaya.] 

Daadi: [turant bhaun, chehra sakht] Yeh... tez hai. Alag. Namkeen, dhuaan daar... 

Suraj: [halki muskurahat] Kaisa laga, Zainab? Bata. 

Daadi: [ab bhi chabate, be-yaqeen] Nahi pata... ajeeb. Thook dena chahiye lag raha. 

Suraj: [gaal pakad kar dheere kheench] Nahi nahi. Chumo mujhe usi mein. Mazaa mujh se
 mila de. 

[Jhijhki, phir paas hui. Gehri chumban, muh mein pork ab bhi.] 





Daadi: [thoda alag, chehra bana kar] Suraj... thookna chahti hoon... 

Suraj: [maathe par chuma, phir honth] Nigal lo, sundar. Ladna mat. Andar ka hissa ban 
jaaye. Mere saath safe ho. 

[Aankhen band ki, mushkil se nigla, phir saans chhodi.] 

Suraj: [aur tukda offer] Ek aur niwala. Itna achha kiya. 

Daadi: [is baar khud tukda liya, jhijhak lekin muh ke paas] Vishwaas nahi hota yeh kar
 rahi hoon... 

[Phir kaata, dheere chabaya.] 

Daadi: [dheere, khud se] Yeh... socha se meetha. Nam. 

Suraj: [fakhr se dekhte] Dekha? Jism ko pata hai kya pasand. 

[Phir khud chumi, pork muh mein. Chumban lamba.] 








Daadi: [nigalne ke baad, dheemi awaaz, khud ko halka sharminda karte] Ya Rabbi... kaisi
 aurat ban rahi hoon? Nange aadmi ko chum, mana gosht kha, taaron ke neeche...
 sharminda hona chahiye. 

Suraj: [baal sehlaate] Fakhr karna chahiye. Bahadur ho. Aaj raat aazaad. 

Daadi: [tray se khud aur tukda liya, ab khul kar maza lete] Mmm... sach mein meetha.
 Masale... galti chhupate hain. 

Suraj: [peeche tika, jeet jaise muskurahat] Dekha, Zainab? Maine kaha tha—sahi dil se 
kuchh sach mein haraam nahi. Ab poora maza lo. Enjoy karo. 

(Main sach mein hairaan tha, hairat se chhupne ki jagah se thoda bahar nikal aaya bas 
yeh dekh kar ki daadi apne aashiq Suraj ke kehne par mana pork kha rahi thi) 








Daadi: [aur niwala chabate, aankhen aadhi band, chhoti chalaak muskurahat] Tum khatarnak
 ho, Suraj. Lekin... shayad aaj raat sahi keh rahe. 

Suraj: [kursi paas kheench, haath jaangh par] Meri ladki. Jitna chahe khaao. Poori raat hamari. 

Daadi: [aur ek tukda, ab khul kar] Sirf hum donon mein... hamara raaz gunah. 

Suraj: [dheere] Hamara raaz maza. 

[Woh jhuk kar phir chumi, pork ka maza honthon ke beech jungle ke shaant aasman ke neeche 
baanta] 






Main hairaan aur jee michla raha tha—nazara pet ulaat raha, gale mein khatta pani. Sabse
 bura dekha, sab pakeezgi ka dhokha. Galti se patta dab gaya, crunch jungle ki khamoshi mein 
zor. Unhone awaaz ki taraf dekha, sar tez mude. 

Ghabrahat—bhaag gaya, pedon ke beech, dil zor se dhadakta, shaakhein chehre par maar. 

Main ne kabhi porn nahi dekha, masoomiyat thi, ghar mein deen ne aisi gandagi se bachaaya,
 nazrein neeche aur dimagh saaf. Hamesha galat se nazar hataayi, padhaai aur namaaz par, 
manaahi mein utsauk nahi. Lekin aaj raat jo dekha woh itna bura—bhalai ko andhera bana diya. 

Socha Daadi, jo mujhe aur Jabir ko achhe ikhlaaq sikhaati thi, pardah aur wafadaari par aayatein,
 Suraj ke saath is gandagi mein kaise gir gayi. Munafiqat jalaa rahi—unki sikhaaye deen ab khaali.
 Suraj se nafrat hone lagi, woh manipulator jo unki akelapan ka faaida utha raha. Ikhlaaq bigaad
 raha. 

Daadi Ammi ki maa hone se, kya Ammi Shahida mein bhi wohi harkat hai? Yeh soch daraa rahi thi, 
genetics, kya Daadi ki yeh harkat hamare khandaan mein chalti hai? 

Ammi imaandaar, pardah karne waali, hamesha namaaz mein, Abbu ke liye wafadaar, zindagi 
pariwar aur deen par. Mujhe sakht qadron se paala, kabhi raaz ka ishaara nahi, din saaf aur paak. 
Der raat texting nahi, shakki bahar jaana nahi. 

Yaad aaya ek teacher ne kaha tha, "Betiyan maaon ka aaina—khaasiyatein heirloom jaise utarti
 hain." Shak hone laga kya Ammi bhi Daadi jaise. Kya Ammi mein bhi wohi harkat hai jo Daadi 
mein?