Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 14



Kya meri mom kabhi wapas apni paak aur deendaar maa ban 
payegi, ya woh kabhi nahi badlegi??





Gajendra ke peeche darwaza band hone ki awaaz ke baad ghar mein ek ajeeb sannata chha gaya, 
sirf door se raat ke traffic ki halki goonj sunai de rahi thi. 


Main hallway ke andhere mein chhup gaya, dimag mein uljhan aur dar ka toofan uth raha tha. 
Abhi drawing room mein kya ho raha tha? Kya maa ne use sirf baat karne ke liye andar aane diya,
 ya phir wahi purana silsila shuru ho gaya? 

Uska thoda sa hatna, Gajendra ki aankhon mein woh 
junoon — sab kuchh pet mein ubaal ki tarah mehsoos ho raha tha. Main aur jasoosi nahi kar saka;
 raat ke yeh raaz pehle hi mujhe kaafi zakhmi kar chuke the. 

Chupke se main apne kamre mein chala gaya, darwaza dheere se band kiya jo meri tanhai ko aur 
gehra kar gaya. Kamra chhota aur jaana-pehchaana tha, deewaron par football sitaron ke purane
 poster kinare se utar rahe the, ek akeli bulb se halki garam roshni mere bigde bistar par pad rahi
 thi. 

Main gaddi par gir pada, spring cheekh uthi, aur chhat ko dekhta raha jahan dararein makdi ke 
jaal ki tarah faili hui thi — jaise meri zindagi ke toote tukde. Thakan mujhe kheench rahi thi, lekin 
neend bahut door thi. Iske bajaye ek anjaan jazba utha — woh purana tanav jo jism mein badhta 
tha, jiski zaroorat nikalni padti thi. 

Yeh raat ke bhayanak manzaron se nahi tha; woh to mujhe sunn aur ghin bhara chhod gaye the. 
Maine ladne ki koshish ki, muthi band ki, saans par dhyaan diya, dil hi dil mein dua padhi taaki is 
waswase ko door kar sakun. 

“Main yeh nahi kar sakta,” maine budbudaya, karwat badli, kuchh aur
 sochne ki koshish ki — padhai, football, aane wala Eid ka jashn. 

Lekin haar maan li; dimag Jabir ki girlfriend Rani ke paas chala gaya, aur godam mein hum dono
 ke gunah bhare kaam ki yaad. Uska jhukna, jism ka dheela padna, woh dheemi karah jo woh daba
 rahi thi — sab kuchh wapas aa gaya, woh sharmnaak aag jaga di. 

Jis tarah maine uski gaand maari thi. Uski tatti mere lund par lagi hui jab main uski gaand mein 
dhakke maar raha tha. 

Maine haath pant ke andar daala, pehle dheere dheere hilaya jab Rani ka laal chehra, uski mana 
karne ki awaaz jo baad mein manzoori mein badal gayi, soch raha tha. 

Lekin asal mein woh nahi 
thi jo yeh sab karwa rahi thi; andar se yeh maa aur Gajendra ki wajah se utha tha. Dhoka, uljhan —
 yeh sab andhera jazba ban kar nikla, dard ko is gande tareeke se mehsoos karne ka. 

Jitni tez hilaya, utni hi gunah ki lahar aayi. Main kaisa beta hoon? Maa ke dhoke ki soch kar muth 
maar raha hoon? Main sabse bura beta lag raha tha, ganda aur sharminda, jaise koi laanat mujhe 
mila ho jo rishton ko ganda bana deti ho. 

Maine bahut zor se muth maari, bilkul sharam nahi rahi. Jaldi saaf kiya, chehra takiye mein 
chhupaya, aur maafi ki duaen maangi. 

Aakhir neend ne mujhe apne haathon mein le liya, tooti-phooti aur darawne sapnon wali. 

Subah ki roshni patli pardaon se andar aayi, maa ko neend se jagaya. Woh bistar mein hilti hui uthi,
 chadar uske charon taraf uljhi hui thi jaise toofan ka saboot. 

Kamre mein hawa garam aur bhari thi, sex ki boo — paseena, jazba, aur woh ghane rishte ki
 khushboo jo raat bhar jism ke saath thi. Yeh boo takiyon, chadar aur deewaron mein ghul gayi thi,
 kamra jaise lut gaya ho. Maa ne naak sikodi, gandagi ki lahar uthi. 

Kyon? Kyunki yeh uska shadi-shuda bistar nahi tha jahan abbu ke saath pyar aur halal rishte mein
 waqt guzarta tha; yeh raat thi jab woh temptation ke aage jhuk gayi, jism Gajendra ko diya jo 
uske waade, imaan aur ghar ke khilaf tha. 

Woh gandi mehsoos kar rahi thi, jaise gunah uski khaal
 mein ghus gaya ho, nazar nahi aata lekin hamesha ke liye nishaan chhod gaya. 

Subah kisi aur mard ke saath uthna aur ajeeb tha — pet mein ek ghabrahat. Gajendra wahan leta 
tha, halki saans ke saath kharrate le raha tha, chaati chadar ke neeche upar neeche ho rahi thi, 
chehra sukoon mein tha. 

Woh umar mein 50 ke akhir mein tha, namak-mirch baal, mazboot jism, 
lekin neend mein woh kamzor lag raha tha. 

Maa ne usse der tak dekha, dil mein pachtawa aur thodi si mohabbat ka mila jula ehsaas. Yeh kaise 
hua? Sirf baat karne aaya tha, phir chumban, phir zyada, hospital ka junoon ghar tak aa pahuncha. 

Usne neeche dekha — abhi bhi woh gulabi scarf sar par dheela, kal ka hara bra aur panty, ab uljha
 hua aur jagah se hata hua. Lace uski khaal mein gadh raha tha, yaad dilata tha ki kitni jaldi unhone
 kapde utare the, junoon ne hoshiyari ko hara diya. Uska bhara hua jism, bra se ubhre seene aur
 kamar, chadar ke neeche bhi nanga sa mehsoos ho raha tha. 

Bistar ke kinare baith kar maa ne sir jhukaya, haathon ko jod kar dua maangi. “O God, mujhe
 paak kar,” woh zor se boli. “Mera dil aur jism is gunah se saaf kar. Maaf kar mujhe raaste se
 bhatakne ke liye. Mujhe shaitan ki awaaz ke khilaf mazboot bana.” 





Lekin jab main apne kamre mein leta tha, baad mein jab woh mujhe dekhne aayi aur main sota hua
 ban raha tha, woh duaen sahi nahi lag rahi thi. Maa hamesha deendar thi, humein ,,., padhati thi,
 halal haram ki yaad dilati thi. 

Phir bhi raat bhar zina karne ke baad dua maang rahi thi? Yeh nakli lag raha tha, jaise zakhm par 
bandaid laga rahi ho jo khud baar baar kholti ho. Kyon paaki maang rahi thi jab kaam indulgence ke 
the? Yeh mujhe aur uljha raha tha, meri maa jo main poojta tha aur ab jo aurat main dekh raha tha 
— dono mein gehra faasla ban gaya. 

Dua ke baad maa chupke bistar se uthi, Gajendra ko na jagane ke liye. Bathroom gayi, thande tiles ne 
nange pairon ko jhatka diya. Shower khola, garam pani jharne laga, bhap se chhota kamra bhar gaya. 
Akele mein gehre khayal ubhar rahe the jaise pani ke saath nali mein ghoom rahe the. 

“Main kya kar rahi hoon?” woh chupke soch rahi thi, jism ko zor zor se ragad rahi thi jaise Gajendra 
ka chhuna mita sake. “Mera shohar Hussein bimaar hai, zindagi se lad raha hai, aur main yahan… kisi 
aur mard ke saath. Kis liye? Shukriya? Tanhaai? Gajendra ne bill, dukaan ki madad ki — haan, lekin yeh
 keemat bahut zyada hai. Yeh haram hai, meri rooh barbaad kar raha hai. 

Phir bhi… uski meherbani, uski taakat… jo Hussein abhi nahi de sakta, woh kami bhar deta hai.” Gunah
 aur bahaana mila hua tha, aansu pani mein mil rahe the. 

“Mujhe rukna chahiye. Mere bete ke liye, 
mere maa-baap ke liye, mere deen ke liye. Lekin kaise? Woh zid pe hai, aur mera ek hissa… kamzor
 ho jata hai.” Woh pani ke neeche der tak khadi rahi, saaf jawab ki talaash mein jo aasani se nahi mila. 

Bahar nikli, taza lekin abhi bhi pareshan. Kapde badle aur soch samajh kar chuni — ya aisa lag raha 
tha. Ek laal resham satin dress pahni, bina aasteen, jism se chipki hui, seene aur kamar ko aur ubhaar
 deti hui. 

Subah ke ghar ke liye yeh dress bahut tight aur thodi chunauti wali thi, ghutne ke upar rukti 
hui, roshni mein chamak rahi thi. 

Baad mein maine dekha to hairan hua — yeh dress kyon? Maa roz ke kaam ke liye abaya ya salwar
 kameez pasand karti thi. Kya yeh aaram ke liye thi? Ya raat ke jazbe ka asar, auratpan ki yaad? 

Phir woh kitchen mein gayi, jaise kuchh hua hi nahi. Bartanon ki khanak, masala ki siskari — biryani
 ya chapati jo bhi bana rahi thi. Pyaaz katna, chai chalana — sab kuchh purana andaaz. Yeh normal pan
 mujhe aur uljha raha tha; kaise woh sab theek dikha rahi thi? 

Jeera aur lahsun ki khushboo gunah ki
 boo chhupa rahi thi, lekin mujhe pata tha. Yeh sirf dhong tha, gunah ko dabane ki koshish. 

Maa pehle mujhe dekhne aayi, darwaze par halki thapki di. Main sota hua bana, aankhein band, saans
 ek samaan, uska saamna nahi karna chahta tha. 

Woh thodi der khadi rahi, haath se mera maatha
 sehlaya. “Soo ja beta,” woh dheeme se boli, phir darwaza band kiya. Daada-daadi ke kamre mein bhi 
gayi — dheere se andar, daada par chadar theek ki, daadi jo hil gayi lekin jaagi nahi. 

“Ooh main kismat wali hoon, sab abhi so rahe hain,” woh soch rahi thi, rahat ki saans li. Usne socha 
kisi ko pata nahi — der raat ka aana, dheemi awaazein, band darwaze ke peeche junoon. Ghar apne
 raaz chhupa raha tha, ya woh umeed karti thi. 

Kitchen wapas aayi, nashta banaya — taza parathe, anda, chai. Phir hairat ki baat — ek plate aur banayi,
 dhyan se lapeti. Yeh Gajendra ke liye? Mera dil doob gaya jab main darwaza thoda khol kar dekha. 

Mujhe pata tha maa padosiyon ki madad karti thi — Ramzan mein khana baantti thi, boodhon ki khabar 
rakhti thi — lekin yeh alag tha, yeh pyar wala andaaz tha. Kya kal sapna tha? Ek hissa abhi bhi inkaar
 kar raha tha, lekin har cheez bahut saaf thi — darwaze ki khat khat, uska andar aana, uska rukna. 

Maa bedroom mein wapas gayi, Gajendra jaag raha tha. “Yeh kha lo jaane se pehle, main nahi chahti 
tum yahan ruko, meri maa aur mera beta yahan hain,” woh dheeme se boli, plate side table par rakhi.
 Gajendra utha, aankhein ragdi, chehre par muskurahat faili. 







“Shahida, tum mere liye bahut achchi ho. Kal raat… lajawab thi.” Usne use kheench kar chhota sa 
chumban diya, haath kamar par ruk gaya. “Nashte ke liye aur sab ke liye shukriya.” Maa sharma gayi,
 dheere se alag hui. “Jaldi karo, peeche ke darwaze se jao. Koi nahi dekh sakta.” 

Baad mein jab Gajendra peeche ke darwaze se nikal gaya, maa mujhe nashta laayi. Main bahar baitha 
tha, porch ki seedhiyon par, sadak dekh raha tha jahan zindagi normal chal rahi thi — bacche khel rahe
, thele wale chillate hue. Woh tray le kar aayi, laal dress hil rahi thi. 

“Beta, yeh lo — garam hai to
 kha lo,” uski awaaz garam thi lekin thodi ghabrahat wali. Haath thoda kaamp rahe the jab tray rakhi, 
aankhein idhar udhar, lambi nazar nahi milayi. 



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“Shukriya, maa,” maine kaha, paratha ka tukda muh mein daala taaki normal lage. “Abbu ka kal raat
 kya haal tha? Hospital se koi khabar?” Woh mere paas baith gayi, dress theek ki. “Woh theek hai, 
doctor umeed kar rahe hain. 

Main der tak thi, lekin… aaram ke liye ghar aayi.” Shabd soch samajh kar 
the, lekin ungli mein angoothi ghumana, darwaze ki taraf dekhna — sab kuchh bata raha tha. Woh
 kuchh bahut bada chhupa rahi thi, gunah andar ubal raha tha. 

“Achcha hai. Tum thaki hui lag rahi ho. Sab theek?” maine dheere se poocha, uski harkat dekh raha tha.
 “Haan, bas wahi fikrein. Bill wagairah. Lekin Gajendra — uncle Gajendra — ne bahut madad ki hai. 
Waise, kal raat koi awaaz suni? Hawa tez thi.” Sawal aam tha, lekin awaaz thodi phat gayi, tasalli ki
 talaash mein. 

“Nahi, main to gehri neend mein tha,” maine jhooth bola, muskurahat di. “Yeh paratha bahut tasty
 hai, hamesha ki tarah.” 

Woh thoda relax hui, kandhe par haath rakha. “Kha lo beta. Aur abbu ki sehat ke liye dua karna.”
 Humne chhoti chhoti baatein ki — meri padhai, padosi ki nayi gaadi — lekin uski hansi nakli thi, 
aankhein andheri. 

Yeh normal pan sirf chehra tha, kinare se toot raha tha. 

Us din baad mein maa ke baare mein uljhan mujhe kha rahi thi. Main kabhi uska yeh chehra nahi 
dekha tha — chhupana, yeh dress, kisi aur mard ke liye nashta. Jaise ek raat mein woh ajnabi ban 
gayi ho. Mujhe jawab chahiye the, kuchh samajhne ka tareeka. 

Tab mujhe Kunal yaad aaya, mohalle ka woh ajeeb aadmi jo kehta tha usse raaz dikhte hain. Woh 
chhoti dukaan chalata tha jahan jadi-bootiyan aur cheezein bechta tha, lekin asli kaam tha uska 
crystal ball wala falit. Log kehte the woh bhavishya dekh sakta hai, chhupay raaz khol sakta hai. 

Bechain hokar main wahan chala, bazaar ki bheed mein se guzarta hua jahan khane ki khushboo aur
 dhuein mil rahe the. Kunal ki dukaan andheri thi, agarbatti ki boo bhari hui. 

Usne mujhe jaante 
hue sir hilaaya, lambi daadi aur pagdi se raaz bhara chehra. “Ah, chhote bhai. Dil ki pareshani? Ya
 ghar ki?” usne cushion ki taraf ishara kiya. 

Main: (andhere kamre mein dakhil hote hue, agarbatti ki boo bhari) Hello? Kya yeh Kunal falit wale
 ka ghar hai? Maine suna aap woh cheezein dekh sakte hain jo doosre nahi dekh paate. 

Kunal: (table se upar dekhte hue, tarot card aur chamakta crystal ball ke saamne, pagdi ke neeche
 muskurahat) Ah, swagat hai, chhote khojkar! Haan, main hoon Kunal, jo taqdeer ke parde mein 
jhankta hoon. Aao, mere saamne baitho. Aaj roohen bechain hain — kya baat laaye ho mere chhote 
se ghar? Dil ki takleef shayad? 

Main: (jara hichkichate hue baithte hue, haathon se khelte hue) Haan, kuchh aisa hi. Dimag bahut 
uljha hua hai. Ek cheez baar baar sochta hoon, andar se kha rahi hai. 

Kunal: (aage jhukte hue, dheemi awaaz mein) Dimag ek badi bhooolbhulaiya hai, mere dost. Batao, 
kaunse saaye tumhare khayalon mein ghoom rahe hain? Dil khol kar bolo — taare sunte hain, lekin
 faisla nahi karte. 

Main: (gehri saans le kar, awaaz dheemi) Meri maa ke baare mein. Unka naam Shahida hai. Woh… ek
 mard ke saath thi, naam Gajendra. Hamara padosi. Matlab, usne… uske saath rishta banaya. Main
 yakeen nahi kar pa raha. Sab kuchh sar par chadh raha hai. 

Kunal: (aankhein phail kar, mombatti girate girate) Kya? Tumhari maa — Shahida, ek _ aurat?
 Kisi aur mard ke saath? Hey bhagwan, yeh… hairat ki baat hai! Mere khayalon mein bahut raaste dekhe
 hain, lekin us jaisi deendar aurat ka yeh raasta? Aur batao, beta. Yeh kaise hua? Roohen kehti hain yeh
 aag haram wali hai. 

Main: Sab ganda hai. Woh hamesha sahi thi, veil, roz ,,.,. Lekin ab… Gajendra ke saath? Mujhe nahi
 pata kaise shuru hua, lekin sach hai. Mujhe bas samajhna hai kyon. 

Kunal: (sir hilaate hue, abhi bhi hairan) Ek _ maa ka yeh jazba? Poora aalam hil gaya hoga! Tum
 mujhse kya chahte ho, chhote? Uski wajah ka raaz? Ya is rishte ka bhavishya? 

Main: Pehle yeh ki mujhe kaise pata? Maine ek baar suna, phir woh cheezein dekhi jo nahi dekhni chahiye 
thi. Phone pe sandesh, chupke nikalna. Bahut zyada ho gaya. 

Kunal: (halke se hanste hue, aankhon mein shararat, mood halka karne ki koshish) Ah, dil ke chhup-chhup 
ke raaste! Chori chori ki awaazein aur nazrein — jaise purane qisse. Lekin afsos, ek nek aur izzat wali 
aurat jaise Shahida, padosi ke saath bistar garam kar rahi hai? Tsk tsk, imam behosh ho jayenge! Waise bhi
 taqdeer sabko ghuma deti hai. 

Main: (gusse se) Mere liye mazaak nahi hai. Yeh meri maa ki baat hai. Woh ghar ki buniyaad honi chahiye,
 yeh nahi. Main has nahi sakta. 

Kunal: (serious hote hue, maafi maangte hue) Maaf karna, khojkar. Mera mazaak andhere se bachne ka
 zariya hai jo roz dekhta hoon. Tum sahi ho — yeh badi baat hai. Chalo gehrayi mein jaate hain. Tumne 
uski asliyat ki baat ki. Kya matlab? Uske andar ka sach, jo parde ke peeche chhupa hai? 

Main: Bilkul. Mujhe apni maa ki asliyat jaanna hai. Ab woh kaun hai? Wohi aurat hai jo main jaanta tha, 
ya kuchh hamesha ke liye badal gaya? 

Kunal: (chehra serious, haathon ko crystal ball ke upar rakhte hue) Theek hai. Parde hatega. (Haath ball ke
 upar ghumate hue, dheeme mantar padhte hue) Ae purane darshan ke gole, Shahida ki rooh ke taar dikha! 
Dhund chhanta de, sach chamka de! (Crystal ball halki neeli roshni se chamakne lagi, andar taare ghoom
 rahe the) 





Main: (aage jhukte hue, aankhein badi) Wah, sach mein chamak raha hai… 

Kunal: (gehri awaaz mein, aankhein adhi band jaise trance mein) Dekho… uski shuruaat dikhti hai. Shahida
 gunahgar nahi paida hui, woh buri aurat nahi. Nahi, woh nek raaste par chali, imaan ke bagiche ki kali. 
Wafadar biwi, pyari maa, paanch waqt ki ,,., jaise aasman mein agarbatti. Subah-e-Mecca jaisi paak. 

Main: Yeh wahi maa hai jo mujhe yaad hai. Phir kya hua? 

Kunal: (jaadu wali awaaz mein jaari) Badlaav… dheere dheere aaya. Ek kamzori ka lamha. Hospital ka daura 
shayad? Shohar ke aas paas bimaari ka saaya. Aur wahan… Gajendra aata hai. Pehla gunah — chhupa hua
 chumban. Woh… ghutno par baith kar uska muh liya. Wohi mod tha, jahan uski raksha tooti. 

Main: (hairan hokar peeche hata) Ruko, kya? Tumhe blowjob ka kaise pata? Maine to bataya nahi! Yeh 
bilkul wahi tha jo pehle hospital mein hua… Kya tum mere dimag padh rahe ho? 

Kunal: (raaz bhari muskurahat ke saath, neeli roshni tez) Crystal sab dekhta hai, chhote. Woh woh raaz 
bhi kehta hai jo tum chhupate ho. Darna mat — roohen nishpaksh hain. Aage bataun? 

Main: (hakkalate hue, dil tez dhadak raha) H-haan… bolo. Lekin yeh bahut ajeeb hai. 

Kunal: (trance mein wapas, awaaz goonjti hui) Ab gehrayi… orb saaf dikha raha hai. Haan! Shahida par 
ek rooh ka saya hai — lust ki rooh, jo paak ko ganda banati hai. 

Main: Saya? Kaise? Jaise koi jin ya kuchh? 

Kunal: (gambhir hokar, ball neeli dhadkan ke saath) Sirf jin nahi, yeh hawaas ki rooh hai. Yeh kamzor dil 
walon par hamla karti hai, nek auraton ko hawaas ka bartan banati hai. Yeh waswase kehti hai, haram ke
 jazbe ko bhadkati hai. Tumhari maa lad rahi hai, lekin har gunah ke saath yeh mazboot hoti ja rahi hai. 

Main: Lekin yeh uske andar kaise aayi? Kya pehle se thi? 

 

Kunal: (paas aate hue, aankhon mein roshni chamak rahi) Aah, woh shuruaat... woh pehli baar hui thi jab
 usne Gajendra ko muh mein liya, pati ke saath dhoka diya. Us pal mein ruh ne mauka pakad liya. Gunah
 darwaza kholta hai—zina, haram mohabbat. Ruh ko ganda karta hai, aur woh aur zyada mangti jaati hai,
 jaise pyaas jo kabhi bujhati nahi. 

Main: Yeh bahut bura hai. To isliye ki usne dhoka diya aur gunah kiya, yeh ruh usmein ghus gayi? Lekin 
woh _ hai—kya uska imaan uski hifazat nahi karta? 

Kunal: (siskari lete hue, jaadu thoda toot gaya) Imaan to dhaal hai, lekin dhaal bhi fitne mein toot sakti
 hai. Yeh ruh gandagi par palti hai, nekpan ko riya-kari bana deti hai. Ab batao—tum uske liye kya chaahte 
ho? Wapas normal hone ko? 

Main: Haan! Main apni maa ko kaise wapas normal kar sakta hoon? Is ruh ko nikaalne ka koi tareeqa hoga. 

Kunal: (sir dheere se hilate hue, neeli roshni kam hui) Afsos, talib, jab yeh andar ghus jaati hai to aasani
 se nahi jaati. Tumhari maa kabhi poori tarah apne purane roop mein nahi lautegi. Yeh ruh chhaya ki tarah
 chipak jaati hai; woh ise hamesha saath rakhegi, roz uske fisfisfaahat se ladegi. 

Main: Hamesha? Aisa nahi ho sakta. Mujhe is ruh ke baare mein aur batao. Yeh hai kya cheez? Kahan se 
aati hai? 

Kunal: (peeche jhuk kar, thodi se dhaari pakadte hue) Yeh ek purani taqat hai, insaani khwahishaaton 
ke barbaad se janmi. Kuchh ise fitne ka jinn kehte hain, kuchh jism ka lanat. Yeh dhoke ke kaamon se 
ghus jaati hai, har haram milne se badhti hai. Maalik ko be-qarar bana deti hai, gunahon ki taraf 
kheenchti hai, jaise jaal jo aur kasa jaata hai. 

Main: To maa ise kaise roke? Ya ise rokne ka koi tareeqa hai? Koi rasam hogi shayad. 

Kunal: (awaaz gambhir ho gayi) Ilaj... yeh maut laata hai, dost. Ruh ko nikaalne ke liye use kisi doosre 
patre mein bhejna padta hai, jo uske qareeb ho. Shayad... tumhare abbu mein. Lekin khatra hai—woh
 unhe hamesha bimar bana degi, unki jaan ki taqat khaati rahegi. 

Main: Kya? Abbu mein bhej do? Woh to unhe mar dalegi! Bilkul nahi, main yeh nahi kar sakta. Yeh ilaj
 nahi—mashkil se bhi bura hai. 

Kunal: (samajhdaari se sir hilaate hue) Main tumhari aankhon mein khauf dekhta hoon. Bahut log aise
 raaste thukra dete hain. Socho, talib. Ruhon ko tawazun chahiye; ek rooh ki azaadi doosri ki qaid ke
 badle. 






Main: Main... main baad mein aaunga. Mujhe sochne ka waqt chahiye. Lekin agar main faisla kar loon,
 to kya yeh mere haath mein hai? Kya main uske liye chun sakta hoon? 

Kunal: (dheeme se hanste hue) Nahi, chhote. Yeh faisla tumhare haath mein nahi, Shahida ke haath 
mein hai. Use ruh se muqabla karna hoga, uski tasleem karni hogi, aur tabhi transfer chun sakti hai.
 Tum raah dikha sakte ho, lekin parda uske liye uthana hoga. 

Main: Lekin agar woh nahi chaahegi? Woh itna badal chuki hai. Hum use baat kar sakte hain, sab kuchh
 samjha sakte hain. Shayad zyada ,,., padhein, ya kisi imam se milein? 

Kunal: (sir jhukaate hue) ,,., taqatwar hai, lekin yeh ruh sirf lafzon par hansti hai. Yeh inkariyat par 
palti hai. Agar woh apne gunah qubool kar le, shayad ise thoda kamzor kar sake. Lekin transfer hi woh
 ek sachcha bhagaane ka tareeqa hai jo meri roohani tasveeron mein dikha. Batao, kya tumne usse is
 rishte ke baare mein baat ki? 

Main: Nahi, main kaise kar sakta hoon? Yeh bahut awkward hai. Woh inkar kar degi. Lekin ab yeh ruh
 jaanne se baat badal gayi. Shayad main bina bataaye hint de sakta hoon. 

Kunal: (hoshiyari se muskurate hue) Ahmiyat ki samajh. Ghar ka rishta nazuk hai; dheere chalna. Ruh 
tumhari dakhal ko mehsoos kar sakti hai aur use Gajendra ki god mein aur zor se dhakel sakti hai. 

Main: Yahi to dar lag raha hai. Ek baat aur—kya meri maa ab randi ban gayi hai? Is wajah se? 

Kunal: (soch kar ruk kar) Nahi, asal mein nahi. Shahida asliyat mein randi nahi hai. Woh ek aurat hai jo
 fas gayi hai. Lekin usmein Asmodea ki ruh basta hai—isse purane naam se lust ki ruh kehte hain. Yeh us 
par mask ki tarah peheni hai, use aisa behave karwaati hai, lekin uski asli rooh neeche lad rahi hai. 

Main: Asmodea? Kabhi suna nahi. To woh poori tarah gum nahi hui? Bina abbu ko nuksaan pahunchaye
 umeed hai? 

Kunal: (kanch ka gole thoda chamka) Umeed isi roshni ki tarah jhilmilati hai. Asmodea rukne wali nahi,
 lekin mohabbat—ghar ki mohabbat—kabhi kabhi ise bhookha rakh sakti hai. Use paakpan se gher lo,
 usko uski jadon ki yaad dilao. Lekin khatra hai, talib; dakhal karna khatra bulawa hai. Jab taare phir 
milenge tab aao. Abhi shaanti se jao. 

Main: Shukriya, Kunol. Yeh mujhe sochne ke liye bahut kuchh de gaya. Agar haal aur kharab hue to 
main wapas aaunga. 

"I see... ek aurat jo hui hai. Jinn se nahi, balki randi-pan ki ruh se, jaise tum kehte ho. Fitne ki fisfisahat,
 use mana cheezon ki taraf kheench rahi hai. Yeh chhoti chhoti shuruaat karti hai—chumban, chhuan—
lekin agar na roka jaaye to badhti jaati hai. Tumhari maa lad rahi hai, lekin kheench bahut mazboot hai.
 Khayal rakhna, dekhna bhi ise tummein bhi khilaati hai." 

Yeh padhne ne mujhe thanda kar diya. Jab main ghar ja raha tha, dopahar ki dhoop tap rahi thi, lekin
 mere khayal toofan bhare the. 

Kunal ke shabd goonj rahe the: randi ruh ka kabza? Yeh sach lag raha tha, aur tukde jod raha tha—maa ke
 badlao, dress, Gajendra. Kya yeh haqeeqat hai, ya kamzori ki majaz? Aur dekhne ki warning—kya yeh 
meri khwahishaaton ko samjhaati hai? 

Main jaane-pehchane nazaron se guzra—masjid jahan hum ,,.,
 padhte the, park jahan Jabir aur main guzarte the—lekin sab ganda lag raha tha. Humare ghar mein 
kyon? Kya abbu ki bimaari ne gunah ke darwaze khol diye? 

Tab kuchh khench raha tha—ek andaza, ya shayad Kunol ka jaadu baaki tha. Seedhe ghar ki jagah main
 Mr. Ravi ke makaan ki taraf mud gaya, yeh jaanne ko majboor ki aunty Nafisa wahan hai ya nahi. 

Shaam
 ke saaye lambe hote ja rahe the jab main peeche ki galiyon mein jhuk kar chhupa, kanton wale akasiya
 mere baazu cheerte the, mitti mere kadmon talon mein uth rahi thi. Main kharab film ka jasoos jaisa 
lag raha tha, dil tez dhadak raha tha—utsaah aur dar ke saath. 

Uske sadhe bungalow ke kinare par pahunch kar main jhaadi ke peeche se dekha—aur hairat se yeh 
ittefaq hua. Nafisa darwaze par khadi thi, dheeme se dastak de rahi thi, idhar udhar ghabra kar dekhti 
hui. Us par sadgi bhara kala abaya tha, lekin uski harkat raazdari cheekh rahi thi. 

Unhone yeh plan kiya
 hoga; jaise woh apna wazan badal rahi thi, ghadi dekhti thi—yeh koi aam milna nahi tha. 

Aur usi pal maine socha ki Nafisa mein bhi wohi ruh basta hai, bilkul jaise Kunol ne maa ke liye bataya
 tha. Yeh uske uncle Karim ke saath dhoke ko samjhaata tha, mazhab ke bahar ke aadmi ke saath milne 
ko. 

Nafisa idhar udhar dekhti rahi, raaste ko taaki karti rahi, honth kaat rahi thi ghabrahat mein. "Jaldi 
karo, Ravi," woh dheeme se boli. Aakhir darwaza khula, Mr. Ravi sambhal kar bahar jhaanka. 

"Tum itne der kyon lage?" Nafisa ne fufkaate hue kaha, jaldi se andar ghus gayi. 





"Log mujhe yahan khada dekh lete to? Kya tum chahte ho poora mohalla baat kare?" Ravi ne darwaza 
band kiya, dheeme se hansta hua use gale lagaya. 

"Maaf karo, meri jaan. Main nahane mein tha, tumhare liye taiyaar ho raha tha. Tum jaanti ho main 
kitna intezaar karta hoon in lamhon ka." Uske haath uski peeth par ghume, use aur kareeb kheenchte hue. 

Woh thodi pighli, lekin dheeme se daanti. "Intezaar? Tumne to mujhe dil ka daura dila diya. Agar Jabir 
jaldi ghar aa jaata? Ya koi padosi dekh leta? Humhe zyada sambhalna padega, Ravi. Yeh khel nahi hai." 
Phir woh ghar mein gaye, usne darwaza band kiya. 

Usne uske maathe par chuma, phir honthon par, chumban gehra hua. "Main jaanta hoon, Nafisa. Lekin 
jab tumhare saath hota hoon, duniya gayab ho jaati hai. Tumhara shauhar door, meri biwi gaon mein—
yeh hamara waqt hai." 

Jab woh chumban kar rahe the, uski ungliyan uske abaye ke button kholne lagi, dheere se utaar kar 
neeche ka bhura panty aur bra dikha diya. Woh madad ki, kapda utaara, jism ek doosre se dab gaye, haath
 ghum rahe the—uske haath uski jhulon par, uske haath uski shirt pakde. 






Main aur dekhna nahi chahta tha; yeh manzar gandi aur jaankaari wali ehsaasaat jaga raha tha. Kunol ne 
warning di thi: jitna zyada dekhoonga, utna sharminda nahi rahunga, gunah ko aam samajhunga, shayad
 khud hi usmein ghus jaunga. 

Jaise aag ko khurak dena—voyeurism ka shuruaati chingaari moral ko kha jaane wale toofan mein badalti
 hai. Dekhna hadd ko mita deta hai, mana ko normal bana deta hai, dekhne wale ko rooh mein shamil
 kar deta hai. Main peeche hata, lekin jaankaari ne mujhe ghar ke doosre taraf kheench liya, jahan parda
 thoda khula tha. 

Jhaank kar dekha to phir hairat hui: Jabir ki maa Nafisa ab nangi bistar par, Mr. Ravi par sawar. Woh upar
 neeche ho rahi thi, chhatiyan har dhakke ke saath uchhal rahi thi, uska lund uski chut mein gehra ja
 raha tha. 

Kamre mein unki aahen goonj rahi thi—uski khushi ki saansein, uski koshish ki siskiyaan. Woh aage jhuki,
 use bhookhe andaaz mein chuma, kamar gol ghuma rahi thi, ehsaas ko kheench rahi thi. Pasina unki
 khaal par chamak raha tha, bistar zor se chillata tha. 

Nafisa par gussa umad aaya, haalaanki woh rishtedaar nahi thi. Woh kaise kar sakti hai? Apne ghar, apne 
imaan ke saath dhoka, is budhe ustaad ke saath? Yeh personal laga, Jabir ke dard se juda. Aur cheezein
 khul rahi thi—woh gandi baatein fisfisati thi, 






"Zyaada gehra, Ravi, mehsoos karao," jabki woh uski gaand dabata, uski raftaar ko guide karta. Mujhe 
Jabir par taras aaya; pehle uski girlfriend Rani ko gaand mein choda, ab uski maa Nafisa, asli randi, poori
 tarah lust ke hawale. Kunol ne kaha tha agar ruh poori tarah qabza kar le to aurat Nafisa jaisi ho jaati
 hai—be-qaid, bina pachtaye sukh talash karti. 

Tab maine chupke se qasam khayi: main apni maa par aisa kabhi nahi hone doonga. Poori tarah nahi. Jo 
bhi usmein basta hai, main usse ladunga. Main chal pada, aur dekh nahi saka, raat poori tarah gir chuki 
thi, taare aasmaan par chamak rahe the. 

Ghar jaate hue kadam dhilaane laga; jaana nahi chahta tha 
kyunki ab ghar randikhana lagta tha. Kyon? Daadi ka Suraj ke saath rasoi mein chumban, maa ka kal raat
 Gajendra ke saath zina—ghar ki paaki jagah gunahon se maili ho gayi. 

Hamara ghar pehle pavitra tha, maa ki mojoodgi se nekpan ka aashiyana, ab gand ki boo aati hai, har
 kone mein sex ki khayali boo latakti hai. 

Mujhe pata tha maa der se aayegi, abhi bhi hospital mein abbu ki dekhbhaal kar rahi hogi. Ek andheri
 gali se shortcut lete hue main hamare darwaze par pahuncha—jaise ummeed thi, taala laga tha. Jaise hi 
chabi nikaal raha tha, saamne Gajendra ke ghar ki taraf dekha—aur hairat se jam gaya. 

Maa wahan thi uske saath darwaze par, haath uske baazu par, kuchh kehte hue dheeme se sir hilati hui. 
Us par resham jaisi neeli dress thi jo jism ko shaandaar andaaz mein lapet rahi thi, halka neela scarf 
kandhon par. Usne use andar bulaya, haath uski peeth ke neeche rakha, darwaza band hua. 

Mujhe nahi pata woh kya karne wala tha—baat? Aur kuchh? Shayad usi bistar par chodega? Aur kyon maa
 hamesha mana karne ke baad bhi uske ishaare qubool karti hai? 

Subah paakpan ki dua maangi thi, rokne
 ki qasam khayi, phir bhi jaise patanga aag ki taraf kheench li gayi. Yeh takraar mujhe kha rahi thi, 
main andhere mein khada raha, chabi haath mein bhool gaya.