Adultery Ammi aur uncle

[Ileana.]

Raat bhar ki bechaini aur dimaag mein chalte sawalon ke toofan ki wajah se meri aankh subah kaafi der se khuli. Mobile check kiya toh 10 baj rahe the. Suraj ki roshni kamre mein puri tarah phail chuki thi aur neeche se ghar walon ki aawazein aa rahi theen.
Main hadbada kar utha. "Shit! Bohot der ho gayi," maine socha aur jaldi se muh dhokar neeche bhaaga.
Dining area mein sab log breakfast kar rahe the. Mahaul bohot khushgawar tha. Hasi-mazak chal raha tha, chaye ke cup khanak rahe the.
Meri nazar seedha Ammi par gayi.
Wo Nani aur Najma Aunty ke beech baithi chaye ki chuski le rahi theen. Unhein dekh kar main ek pal ke liye thithak gaya.
Wo wahi Purple Cotton Silk Salwar Kameez pehne hue theen, jiska zikr unhone raat ko Vishal se kiya tha. Rang unke gore chehre par bohot khil raha tha. Suit ki fitting perfect thi ,na zyada tight, na zyada loose ,lekin kapda itna fine tha ki unke jism ke curves, khaas kar unka seena, prominent lag raha tha.
Lekin ek cheez alag thi.
Unhone veil nahi pehna tha, par baal khule bhi nahi the jaisa Vishal ne demand kiya tha. Unhone apne ghane kaalon baalon ka ek tight Jooda (Bun) bana rakha tha aur sar par ek loose dupatta odh rakha tha, jo baar-baar fisal kar unke kandhon par aa raha tha. Wo use laparwahi se wapas sar par rakh letiin.
Matlab unhone Vishal ki baat maani bhi thi aur nahi bhi. 
"Aa gaya laat-saab?" Nani ne mujhe dekhte hi tanz kiya, par unke chehre par muskurahat thi. "Hum toh samjhe aaj poora din sota hi rahega."
"Sorry Nani, wo raat neend nahi aayi theek se," maine safayi di aur kursi kheench kar baith gaya.
Ammi ne meri taraf dekha aur muskura diin. "Jaldi nashta kar lo Sahil. Aaloo ke parathe banaye hain." Unki awaaz aur bartav bilkul normal tha. Aisa lag hi nahi raha tha ki ye wahi aurat hai jo raat ko 'panty' aur 'doodh' jaisi baatein kar rahi thi. Ye dogla-pan mujhe andar hi andar khaaye ja raha tha.
"Humein nikalna kab hai?" maine paratha lete hue poocha.
"Bas aadhe ghante mein," Mamu ne kaha. "Humne ek Mini Bus book karayi hai. Venue yahan se 10 km door hai aur parking ki dikkat ho sakti hai, isliye socha sab saath hi chalein."
"Haan, maza aayega, picnic jaisa ho jayega!" Riya chahak kar boli.
Ammi ke chehre par sukoon tha, wo Najma Aunty ki kisi baat par has rahi theen.
Nani ne Ammi ko toka, "Aisha, tera dupatta baar-baar gir raha hai. Pin laga le na."
Ammi ne sar hila diya, "Haan Maa, abhi room mein ja kar set karti hoon. Waise bhi garmi lag rahi hai aaj."
"Sahil, tu abhi tak baitha hai?" Nani ne daanta. "Ja jaldi naha le. Bus aa jayegi toh hum rukenge nahi tere liye."
Main jaldi se paratha khatam karke upar apne kamre ki taraf bhaaga.
Kamre mein ghuste hi maine apna towel aur kapde uthaye aur bathroom mein ghus gaya. Shower chalu kiya aur thande paani ke neeche khada ho gaya. Paani ki boondein mere dimaag ko thoda shaant kar rahi theen.
Main abhi sabun laga hi raha tha ki mujhe bathroom ke darwaze ke bahar, bedroom mein kisi ke aane ki aahat sunayi di.
Maine shower ka paani band nahi kiya par apne kaan tez kar liye.
"Sahil?" Ammi ki awaaz aayi.
"Jee Ammi, naha raha hoon," main andar se chillaya, awaaz ko normal rakhne ki koshish karte hue.
"Achha... sun, mera phone shayad bed par reh gaya hai kya?" unhone poocha.
"Pata nahi Ammi, maine nahi dekha," maine kaha.
Bahar thodi der khamoshi rahi. Phir maine suna Ammi apne aap se badbada rahi theen. "Kahan rakh diya... uff."
Phir mujhe dressing table ke stool ke khisne ki awaaz aayi. Shayad wo wahan baith gayin theen.
Main sochne laga ki wo chali jayengi, lekin wo gayi nahi.
"Sahil..." unki awaaz phir aayi, is baar thodi dheemi aur... alag. "Tu taiyaar ho raha hai na? Vishal ka message aaya tha... wo log pahunch gaye hain wahan."
Vishal ka naam sunte hi mere kaan khade ho gaye.
"Haan Ammi, bas 5 minute," maine kaha.
Maine jaldi se shower band kiya aur towel se badan ponchha. Wahin bathroom ke andar hi maine jeans aur shirt pehen li. Mere dimaag mein abhi bhi wahi khayaal ghoom raha tha ki Ammi bahar kya kar rahi hongi.

Maine ek gehra saans liya, khud ko normal dikhane ki koshish ki, aur bathroom ka darwaza khol diya.

Kamre mein AC ki thandi hawa ke saath Ammi ke mehenge perfume ki khushboo ghuli hui thi.

Ammi dressing table ke stool par baithi theen, aaine ke bilkul qareeb. Unki peeth meri taraf thi, lekin aaine mein main unka chehra aur unki saj-dhaj saaf dekh sakta tha.

Wo bade dhyaan se apne honthon par lipstick laga rahi theen. Chehre par makeup bohot light aur natural tha- bas aankhon mein halka sa kajal, lashes par mascara aur gaalon par halka sa blush. Lekin unke honth... wo dark red rang mein chamak rahe the, jo unke gore chehre par qayamat dha raha tha.

Unke kaanon mein wo bhaari bharkam traditional jhumke nahi the jo unhone nikah wale deen pahne the.Unki jagah, bade size ke sunehare Hoops (Baaliyan) the, jo unhein bohot modern aur 'chic' look de rahe the. Gale mein ek patla sa, nazuk Gold Necklace tha jo unke collarbone par chamak raha tha.

Unhone baayin kalaai (left wrist) mein ek Designer Watch pahni thi -Rose Gold strap wali, jo kaafi classy lag rahi thi. Aur daayin kalaai (right wrist) mein, unhone heavy choodiyon ki jagah, kuch Patli Gold Bangles aur unke beech mein suit se match karti hui Purple Glass Bangles pehen rakhi theen. Jab wo haath hila rahi theen, toh unki halki 'khan-khan' pure kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Wo Purple Cotton Silk Kameez unke jism par janch raha tha. Kameez ka gala 'Boat-Neck' style ka tha, jo unki gardan aur shoulders ko highlight kar raha tha. Kameez ki fitting unke chest par ekdum tight thi, jisse unka ubhaar saaf pata chal raha tha, aur neeche kamar tak aate-aate wo thoda flowy ho gaya tha.
Neeche unhone Patiala Salwar pehen rakhi thi, jisme dher saari pleats theen. Wo salwar dikhne mein kaafi loose aur comfortable lag rahi thi, aur mujhe turant Vishal ki wo baat yaad aa gayi-"Salwar loose hai... koi rukawat nahi milegi."

Sabse badi baat-unke baal.
Wo 'tight jooda' (bun) gayab tha. Ammi ne apne ghane, lambe aur reshmi baalon ko poori tarah khol diya tha. Unhone baalon ko halka sa 'blow-dry' kiya tha jisse wo aur bhi bouncy lag rahe the. Dupatta ab sar par nahi, balki unhone stylish tareeke se ek kandhe par daal rakha tha aur doosra sira haath mein pakda hua tha.

Mujhe aaine mein dekhte hi wo rukiin. Unhone palat kar meri taraf dekha.
"Taiyaar ho gaye?" unhone poocha.

Main unhein bas dekhta reh gaya. "Jee... lekin Ammi..." maine jaan-bujh kar sawal kiya, unka reaction dekhne ke liye. "Nani toh keh rahi theen ki baal baandh kar chalo, dupata sar par lo. Aapne toh poore khol diye? Nani gussa karengi."
Mujhe laga tha wo darr jayengi ya koi bahana banayengi sar dard ka.
Lekin Ammi ne aisa kuch nahi kiya.
Wo apni jagah se uthiin, aaine mein dekh kar apne khule baalon ko ek haath se jhatka aur apni gardan thodi tedhi karke muskuraayiin. Unki wo muskurahat mein darr nahi, balki ek gazab ka Confidence tha.

"Are chhoro bhi Sahil," unhone beparwahi se kaha, aaine mein apni earring theek karte hue. "Tumhari Nani toh purane khayalat ki hain. Aaj kal sab fashion mein aise hi rehte hain. Aur waise bhi..."

Unhone meri taraf ghoom kar, seedha meri aankhon mein dekha aur apni ek lat (hair strand) ko ungli mein ghumaate hue boliin, "Mujhe lagta hai khule baal mujh par zyada suit karte hain. Main achi lag rahi hoon na?"

Unka ye andaaz... ye nakhra... ye meri Ammi nahi thi. Ye koi aur hi aurat thi jo aaj apni khoobsurti ki numaaish karne ke liye bekaraar thi.

"Haan... achi lag rahi hain," maine mushkil se gala saaf karte hue kaha.

"Good. Chalo ab, neeche sab wait kar rahe hain," unhone apna purse uthaya, jisme wo phone tha jo Vishal se juda tha, aur kamre se bahar nikal gayin.

Unke jaane ke baad bhi kamre mein unke perfume ki mehak reh gayi.
Hum neeche utre. Bahar ek safed rang ki Mini Bus khadi thi. Poora khandan usme sawar ho raha tha.

"Aao bhai, jaldi aao! Driver wait kar raha hai!" Mamu ne bus ki khidki se awaaz lagayi.

Ammi bus mein chadhin. Hawa chali aur unke khule baal udd kar unke chehre par aa gaye. Unhone style se unhein hataya aur Najma Aunty ke saath wali seat par ja kar baith gayin.

Main sabse aakhir mein chadha aur door ek khidki wali seat par akela baith gaya, jahan se main Ammi ko dekh sakta tha.
Bus start hui aur masti ka daur shuru ho gaya.

"Chalo bhai, bore nahi hona hai. Antakshari shuru karte hain!" Riya chilla kar boli.

 "Team A ladke, Team B ladkiyan!"
Shor-o-gul shuru ho gaya. "Baithe baithe kya karein, karna hai kuch kaam..."

Sab log taaliyan baja rahe the, gaane ga rahe the. Hasi ke thahake lag rahe the. Mahaul bohot light aur energetic tha.

Mera cousin Sameer mere paas aaya aur mujhe kheenchne laga, "Abbe Sahil, gaana ga na! Tera turn hai 'M' se."
Maine uska haath jhatak diya. "Nahi yaar, mood nahi hai. Sar dard hai mera," maine bahana banaya aur khidki ke bahar dekhne laga. Main poori bheed mein akela (aloof) mehsoos kar raha tha.

Mera dimaag antakshari mein nahi, balki bus ki aage wali seat par tha.
Rearview mirror se mujhe Ammi ka chehra dikh raha tha.

Wo gaana nahi ga rahi theen, bas baaki logon ko dekh kar smile kar rahi theen aur beech-beech mein taali baja deti theen.
Lekin maine notice kiya... beech-beech mein, jab sab gaane mein mast hote, wo chori se apna phone apne purse se nikalti, apni god (lap) mein rakhti aur check karti.

Har baar phone dekhne ke baad, unke chehre par ek raazdaar muskurahat (secret smile) aa jati thi. Wo baar-baar apne khule baalon ko apni ungliyon se sehla rahi theen aur apni Designer watch mein time dekh rahi theen.

Jaise-jaise bus venue ke paas pahunch rahi thi, Ammi ki bechaini aur excitement badhti ja rahi thi. Aur peeche baitha main... main bas jal raha tha, yeh soch kar ki unki ye saari tayyari, ye khule baal, ye lipstick, ... sab us ek aadmi ke liye thi jo wahan shikaar karne ke liye taiyaar baitha tha.

Bilkool realistic update likha hai aap ne. Bahut hi badhya writing hai bhai. Hats off.