Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 18



Ek izzatdaar maa ka poora patan





Once bathroom ke andar jaane ke baad, usne darwaza lock kiya aur sink ke upar jhuk kar mirror
 mein apna chehra dekha. Jo aurat saamne dekh rahi thi woh meri jaani-pehchaani deendar, 
saabit Ammi se bilkul alag thi— aankhein paagal si, aansuon se bhari hui, honth thode sooje hue
 jo pehle store room mein jo hua tha uski nishani the. 

Lekin yeh sirf yahi nahi tha; woh be-izzat
 lag rahi thi, jaise purani deewar se paint utar utar kar gir raha ho, uski izzat har layer ke saath
 utar rahi thi. 


Uski peeth jhuki hui, kandhe jhuke hue jaise koi bhari bojh uthaye ho, pehle wali fakhr bhari
 chaal ab haar maane wali, maili si aurat ki tarah ho gayi thi. Woh gandagi si lag rahi thi, jism 
par uske kaamon ke ghair-mahsoos daag lage hue, chehra khud se nafrat se badal gaya tha,
 chehre ke nuqush pehchaan se bahar ho gaye the. 

Jo kaam usne kiya tha woh usko gehre tareeke se neeche gira deta tha. Gajendra ka lund choosna,
 jo pehle unke gaand chudai se uski apni tatti se dhaka hua tha— yeh har hadd ka ullanghan tha,
 be-izzati ki gehraai mein girna. 

Jismani taur par uske muh ko maila kiya, woh muqaddas jagah jo ,,., aur khane ke liye hoti hai
, ab sabse gande kaam ki cheez ban gayi. Jazbaati taur par uski khud ki izzat toot gayi, wafadar
 biwi aur Ammi se lekar itne gande kaam mein shamil hone wali aurat ban gayi jo uske imaan ka 
mazaak udati thi. 

Sanskriti aur mazhab ke nazariye se yeh sabse badi be-izzati thi: hamare mazhab mein aise kaam 
haram hain, rooh aur jism dono ko maila kar dete hain. Usne paakizaagi ki haddon ko paar kiya,
 apne shauhar aur mazhab ke bahar ek mard ko apne jism ko us tarah istemaal karne diya jo uski 
rooh ko maila karta hai. 

Woh khud ko insaan se kam mehsoos karti thi, uske khwahishon ka khilona,
 har naa-khwahish submission ke saath uski azadi khatam hoti ja rahi thi. 

Yeh gandagi sirf haqiqi nahi thi; yeh uske dimag mein ghus gayi, uski qeemat, Khuda ki ibadat, 
Hussein ki biwi hone ki zimmedari par sawaal uthane lagi. Us muh se kaise ,,., padhegi? Bacchon 
ko raat ko goodnight kiss kaise degi? Yeh usko poora barbaad kar deta tha— jism, dimag aur rooh—
 us aurat ki khali khaal chhod kar jo woh pehle thi. 

Ek ruki hui siskari ke saath Ammi ne sink on kiya, paani tez behne laga jo uski bechaini ki tarah tha. 
Usne haathon mein paani liya, chehre par baar baar chhidka, thanda paani gaalon par aansuon ke 
saath beh raha tha. Yeh woh lafz the jo usne khud se kahe, bilkul jaise maine suna tha usko khud 
se baat karte hue... 






"Oh Khuda, main kya ban gayi hoon? Baar baar muh dho rahi hoon, lekin Gajendra ke lund ka maza
— meri apni tatti se dhaka hua— zubaan par laanat ki tarah chipka hua hai. 

Ya Rabb, maine usko 
meri gaand mein ghusne diya, us mota Hiindu lund se kheench kar failaya, aur ab paani se kulli kar 
rahi hoon jaise yeh gandagi dhul jayegi. Main be-izzat ho gayi hoon, Shahida, mitti se bhi neeche, 
ek bekaar randi jo niqab ke peeche chhupi hai. 

Mirror mein khud ko kaise dekh sakti hoon? Chehra to deendar _ Ammi ka dikhta hai, lekin
andar se main tatti se maili hui chhinal hoon jo garam kutiya ki tarah karah rahi thi jab woh meri
 haram ched mein dhakke maar raha tha. 

Ab khud se jhooth nahi bol sakti— mujhe maza aaya, mujhe uska lund meri gaand mein pasand aaya.
 Har dhakke se gandi khushi ki lahar aayi, mera jism mujhe dhoka de raha tha, uske ird-gird jakad 
kar jaise aur maang raha ho. 

Kyon itna acha laga? Woh jalan wali kheench khushi mein badal gayi, 
mujhe itni zor se jhadwaya jitna kabhi nahi hua. Lekin hey Khuda, yeh gunah... mujhe iska itna 
bura lag raha hai, is haram ullanghan ki khwahish karne ka. 

Mera shauhar ne kabhi gaand chudai ka zikr bhi nahi kiya— bees saal ki shadi mein sirf dheere se, 
missionary style chadar ke neeche, jaise acche _ mard. Lekin main? Padosi ke liye gaand
 failayi, ek kafir ke liye, aur usko woh jagah maila karne di jahan sirf gandagi nikalti hai. Main
 hamesha ke liye maili ho gayi hoon, main Shahida hoon, ek be-izzat kachra jo jannat ke layak nahi. 

Main iske liye dozakh jaungi, jahannam mujhe khule aag se jalaane ke liye intezaar kar raha hai. 
,,., ab mujhe paak nahi karegi; main roz paanch waqt sajda kar loon, ayatein padh loon awaaz 
phatne tak, lekin shaitan ne mujhe haasil kar liya. 

Khuda ek aisi aurat ko kaise maaf karega jo shauhar ko dhoka dekar khush hoti hai? Mera bechara 
Hussein hospital mein kamzor pada hai, soch raha hai uski biwi wafadar hai, jab main chupke se
 gaand marwati hoon aur phir saboot saaf choosti hoon. 

Main buri Ammi hoon, bahut buri biwi— 
mere bacche mujhe izzat se Ammi kehte hain, lekin agar unhe pata chale unki Ammi peeche se 
chudne wali randi hai to woh mujh par thook denge. 

Phir bhi... usko dhoka dena mujhe utsaahit karta hai, yeh chhupa dhoka meri chut ko abhi bhi 
geeli kar deta hai. Samajh nahi aata; yeh nasha hai, dhoke ki khushi aur sharam ka milaap. Gunah
 itna meetha kyon lagta hai? 

Aur ab, uske lund par apni tatti ka maza... maine nigal liya na? Ghabra kar bhi pee gayi, bhookhe 
janwar ki tarah. Bekaar, Shahida, tu bilkul bekaar hai— munafiq jo parda ki baat karti hai lekin aur
 be-izzati ke khwab dekhti hai. 

Agar Gajendra kisi ko bata de to? Agar main usse phir maang loon? Nahi, ruk... lekin dil ke andar
 jaanti hoon main karungi. Yeh lust ne mera imaan sada diya, mujhe us aurat ki parchhai bana diya 
jo main banne ka dawa karti thi. Maaf kar de ya Khuda, lekin mujhe lagta hai main bachna nahi chahti." 



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"Oh Khuda, mujhe maaf kar de," woh khud se mutter ki, awaaz paani ke upar mushkil se sunai de rahi
 thi. Usne sabun uthaya, haathon mein zor se ragad kar jhaag banaya phir honthon aur zubaan par zor
 zor se ragda, kulli ki aur thook di baar baar. Lekin kaafi nahi tha; woh bhootni maza abhi bhi tha,
 namkeen, mitti jaisi yaad uske gunah ki. 

Usne toothpaste uthaya, brush par khoob saara daala aur zor zor se saaf karne lagi, mint ka jhaag 
muh bhar gaya, bristles har jagah— daant, masoode, zubaan, muh ki chhat par bhi. Zarurat se zyada 
zor lagaya jaise sirf tatti ke nishaan nahi balki yaad ko hi ragad kar nikaal de, harkatein bechain aur
 majboor. 

Kulli ke baad kulli, muh bhar paani se garara karte hue gala dard karne laga, jhaag zor se thookti rahi.
 Phir bhi brush ke beech beech mein khud ko bura bhala kehti rahi: "Main kya ban gayi? Randi? Us... us 
gandagi ko choos rahi thi. Meri apni... ya Khuda, main kitni neeche gir gayi?" 

Woh ruk gayi, phir mirror mein dekh kar sab kuchh dohraane lagi, khud se guftagu jaise iqraar. 

"Shahida, yeh shuru kaise hua? Sirf bill aur dukaan bachane ka shukriya. Phir uska haath... store room
 mein woh chumban. Maine usko paas aane diya, haathon ko ghoomne diya. Aur phir... hey Khuda,
 usne peeche se liya, meri... meri gaand mein. Dard hua, lekin maine karaha na? 

Hussein ko dhoka diya jab woh bimaar so raha tha ward mein. Aur baad mein jab woh bahar nikala, .
.. gandagi se dhaka, aur maine... muh mein liya. Uske naukar ki tarah saaf kiya. Khud ka maza us par
— namkeen, ganda, galat. 

Ab wapas nahi ja sakti na? Gunah ho gaya, rooh par likh gaya. Hussein's biwi, bacchon ki Ammi, ab yeh
ban gayi. Mirror se aankh nahi milati. Lekin main wapas kyon jaati hoon? Uski madad? Ya mere andar 
kuchh andhera? Nahi, rukna hai. 

Lekin woh abhi yahan hai... intezaar kar raha." Uski awaaz phat gayi,
 aansu beh rahe the jab woh towel se chehra ponchhti rahi, khud ki be-izzati ka yeh rasam jo koi 
maafi nahi deta. 


Mere chhupne ki jagah se dekha jab Ammi bathroom se nikli, chehra ragad kar laal lekin abhi bhi 
pareshan. Usne brown towel jism ke ird-gird lapeta tha, shayad socha yeh waqt guzarne ke liye, aur 
temptation se bachne ke liye. 

Lekin jab woh guest room ki taraf chali jahan Gajendra intezaar kar raha tha, uski chal jaan bujh kar, 
jaise chumbak ki tarah. Towel uske curves se chipka hua, poora jism dikha raha— kamar hilti hui har 
kadam ke saath, gaand saaf hil rahi thi. 






Woh badi, bhari hui thi, woh qism jo modest kapdon mein bhi nazar aati hai, thoda hilti hui jaise 
naram jism ka jadoo. Towel us par kasi hui, bade gaand ke gol tukde outline kar rahi thi jo dheere se 
uchal rahe the, saalon ki zindagi aur maa hone ka nateeja. 

Socha kitna kismat wala Gajendra jo is
 sapne jaisi badi gaand tak pahunch gaya— jo mere abbu Hussein ne apne private lamhon mein pyar kiya
 tha, ab yeh bahar wala maila kar raha tha. Yeh chori lag rahi thi, hamare ghar ki paakizaagi ka 
ullanghan. 

Woh kamre mein chupke se dakhil hui, darwaza band kiya. Gajendra bistar par baitha tha, sirhane ke
 sahare, muh mein cigarette, dhuaan chhat ki taraf chhod raha tha. 

Kamra tambaku aur halki khushboo se bhara tha, lamp ki roshni se chhayaen uske chiseled seene par
 naach rahi thi. Usne dekha jab woh paas aayi, dheere se muskurahat faili. Ammi bistar ke kinaare 
baith gayi, towel kasa hua, haath god mein jaise dhaal. Woh chup thi, aankhein neeche, haal hi ki
 khud se baat ka bojh badal ki tarah. 

Ammi: (bistar ke kinaare baithi, taza towel jism par lapeta, baal abhi geele, aankhein neeche haathon 
par sharm se) Main... maine do baar nahaya, Gajendra. Phir bhi bahut gandi mehsoos ho rahi hoon. Jo
 humne kiya... meri gaand... yakeen nahi hota tumne... 

Gajendra: (paas baith kar, ek haath kandhon par dheere se, awaaz naram aur garam) Shhh, Shahida. 
Idhar aao. (use thoda kheench kar) Tum kamal thi. Teri chhoti tight gaand... ne mujhe itna achhe se 
jakda, jaise saalon se mera intezaar kar rahi ho. Itni garam, itni jakad wali kabhi mehsoos nahi hui. 
Tumne har inch liya jaise paida hi iske liye hui ho. 

Ammi: (awaaz chhoti, aankhein idhar udhar) Kyon mujhe itna neeche giraya? Tumne mujhe... uske 
baad choosne pe majboor kiya... jab woh meri gaand se nikla tha. Meri apni gandagi se dhaka. Kaise
 kar sakte ho mere saath? Main Ammi hoon, biwi... _ aurat. 

Gajendra: (gaal par haath pherte hue, muskurate) Kyonki tum tab toot kar khulne par khoobsurat
 lagti ho, meri jaan. Jab tumne apne pious chehre se mera lund par apna maza chakha to sabse sachchi
 cheez thi. Koi dikhawa nahi, veil mein chhupi bhook nahi. Mujhe pasand aaya jab tum thoda 
ghabrayi phir bhi nigal gayi. Tum shandaar ho, Shahida. Sabse khoobsurat aurat jise maine haasil kiya. 

Ammi: (gaalon par halki laali, lekin chehra thoda ghumaya, khud ke khilaaf khush hote hue) Aise mat 
kaho... Mera shauhar kabhi... usne kabhi meri peeche wali ke baare mein socha bhi nahi. Mere bacche
... agar unhe pata chale unki Ammi kaisi ban gayi... 

Gajendra: (paas jhuk kar, awaaz pyaar bhari fisfisahat) Tera shauhar tujhe deserve nahi karta. Woh 
bimaar bistar par pada hai jab main yahan har inch ki pooja kar raha hoon. 

Aur mat dikhawa kar sab 
_ auratein farishte hain, Shahida. Abaya aur niqab ke neeche sab ek jaise— asli lund ki pyaasi
, aise mard ki jo lene se darta nahi. Tu sirf sabse sundar hai jisne akhirkaar qabool kiya. 

Ammi: (chupke se, khud se) Maine kabhi socha nahi... meri gaand aise khulegi. Tere ird-gird fail kar. 
Pehle dard hua... phir laga... (ruk gayi, sharm se) 






Gajendra: (thodi der baad, uska chehra utha kar) Bolo. Keh do tumhe mera lund gaand mein pasand
 aaya. Iqraar karo, baby. Mujhe in meethi honthon se sunna hai. 

Ammi: (sir dheere hilaati, awaaz kaamp rahi) Nahi... nahi bol sakti. Yeh galat hai. Maine kabhi socha 
nahi woh hissa... khushi de sakta hai. Yeh haram hai. Gandagi hai. Inkaar karti hoon. 

Gajendra: (naram muskurahat, aankhein pyaar se) Khud se jhooth bol rahi ho, Shahida. Aankhon mein
 dikhta hai. Lekin theek hai. Main tumse pyar karta hoon. (ruk kar, sachchi awaaz) Maine bahut auraton
 ko choda— Hiindu,jo bhi. Koi bhi tumhare barabar nahi. 

Tum alag ho. Tera jism jaise mere 
liye bana. Teri karah, jab main gehra gaya to jakadna, mera naam le kar roona jab ,.' se maafi maang
 rahi thi... kisi ne yeh nahi diya. Main tumhari aadat pad gaya hoon. 

Ammi: (saans rukti, chhoti si uljhi hui siskari) Tum... tum mujhse pyar nahi kar sakte. Yeh sirf lust hai. 
Gunah. Mera ghar... mera deen... 

Gajendra: (aur paas, kaan ke paas honth) To phir yahan baithi mujhe haath lagane kyon de rahi ho? 
(gardan par dheere chumban) 

Ammi: (jism tan kar, halka dhakka seene par) Gajendra... nahi... phir nahi... (lekin dhakka aadha,
 aankhein neeche jab sheet ke neeche uska lund phir sakht hone laga) Kyon... kyon itni jaldi bada ho 
raha hai? 

Gajendra: (halke se hanste, ab jaw par chumban) Kyonki main doosra round chahta hoon, meri pyari.
Phir se teri perfect gaand ko nigalna chahta hoon. Tera naam le kar karahna chahta hoon jab main bhar
 doon. (uske honthon ko dheere gehra chumban) 





Ammi: (sirf ek second tak virodh— honth khul gaye, uske muh mein dheemi siskari jab usne chumban 
wapas kiya, haath halke se uske kandhon par) 

Gajendra: (chumban tod kar honthon par fisfisaya) Meri achhi ladki. Dekha? Tum bhi chahti ho. 

Ammi: (aankhein band, chumbanon ke beech awaaz mushkil se) Ya Khuda... maaf kar... (phir gehra 
chumban, towel thoda sarkta jab woh us par jhuki) 






Woh pehle sakht hui, phir thoda pighal gayi, jism dimag ko dhoka de raha tha jab chumban lamba hua, 
joshila aur zid wala. Uske ungliyan jawline par, gardan par, ek dheemi saans uske muh se nikli. Chumban
 taqat ka naach tha— woh lead kar raha, woh majboori se follow, kamra unki saanson se garam. 

Thoda peeche hata, Gajendra muskuraya, aankhein iraade se kaali. "Dekha? Itna bura nahi tha. Ab khadi 
ho ja mere liye, Shahida. Doosra round. Tu ne mujhe phir garam kar diya." 

Ammi ki aankhein phaili, lekin seedha inkaar nahi kiya. 

Gajendra bhi utha, haath uski kamar par rakh kar bistar ke saamne wali deewar ki taraf le gaya. "Bas yeh,
 achhi ladki. Palat, peeth meri taraf. Haath deewar par." Ammi ne kiya, haath thande surface par, jism 
uski taraf se door. Woh peeche khada hua, uska saya. "Gajendra, please... mujhe ghar jaana hai. Mera 
ghar... Hussein... yeh rukna chahiye." 






Gajendra: (Ammi ke paas aate hue jo deewar se tik kar khadi thi, patle towel mein nahane ke baad, 
aankhein bhookhi) Dekh teri halat, Shahida, taza taza aur doosre round ke liye tayyar. Teri chut abhi bhi 
pehle se tapak rahi hogi. Thoda jhuk— main yahin tujhe chodunga. 

Ammi: (towel ke neeche laal hote hue, door ki taraf dekhti lekin hat nahi rahi) Gajendra... main... theek 
hai, lekin jaldi. Mera ghar kabhi bhi aa sakta hai. 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste, towel ka kinaara pakad kar) Haha, sun to sahi— is baar mana bhi nahi kiya?
 Kya hua us deendar _ Ammi ko jo pehle raham maang rahi thi? Ab to bas utsauk chhinal ban gayi,
 na? Hiindu padosi ke liye bina ladai fail rahi hai. Bechari. 

Ammi: (dheemi karah jab woh towel dheere uthata, taangein dikha kar) Mmm... aisa mat kaho... yeh 
sharmnaak hai... 

Gajendra: (towel aur upar, nangi raanon aur phir gol, hilti gaand ke tukde) Oh, lekin sach hai. Bata, 
Shahida— tera bekaar shauhar jaanta hai uski biwi lund ki bhookhi randi ban gayi? Ya tera woh sust beta,
 naam kya hai? Jo shayad tere jaise choochiyon ke baare mein soch kar mutth maar raha ho. Bet uska
 baap jaisa bekaar hai, hospital mein sabzi ki tarah pada. 

Ammi: (saans rukti, jism kaamp raha lekin wahi khadi) Bas karo, Gajendra! Mere shauhar ke baare mein
 aisa mat bolo— woh bimaar hai, bekaar nahi. Aur mera beta... usko isme mat ghaseeto. Ahh... please, 
yeh mera ghar hai... 

Gajendra: (muskurate, ab poori badi, bhari gaand nangi; crack door se main chupke dekh raha tha, 
aankhein phaili Ammi ki badi, gol gaand dekh kar) Kyon? Sach dard deta hai kya? 

Tera shauhar shayad 
namard hai, isliye tu yahan mera lund maang rahi. Aur tera woh ladka— bet virgin loser hai, teri panty
 soonghta jab tu gunah kar rahi hoti. Kya usko pata uski Ammi ki gaand itni moti aur chudne layak hai? 
Sochta hoon kabhi dekha ho aur khada ho gaya ho. 

Ammi: (siskari, chehra chhupati lekin thoda peeche kamar) Nahi... unke baare mein bura mat bolo...
 galat hai... oh Khuda... 

Gajendra: (haath badha kar, gaand ke tukdon ko zor se masalta, naram gosht nichodta) Mmm, yeh gaand 
mehsoos kar, Shahida— itni badi aur rasili. Mere lund ko phir se paththar bana diya, sirf chhoone se. 
Jaanti hai, jab bhi abaya mein jhukti hai, yeh moti _ gaand mujhe sakht kar deti. Bet tera ghar
 bhi dekhta hai, woh gande log. 

Ammi: (khud ke khilaaf karah, gaand uske haathon mein peeche dhakel rahi) Ahhh... Gajendra... baatein
 kaafi... 

Gajendra: (underwear neeche, 11-inch lund bahar, nasen bhari, sakht, uski raan par thapak) Dekh teri
 gaand ne kya kiya— 11 inch Hiindu maans, tere dhoke wale chedon ke liye. Ab phir se is gandi jagah ke 
saath khelen. 

Ammi: (uski ungli crack par mehsoos, gaand ke ched par chakkar) Mmm... nahi, ruk... tune abhi 30
 minute pehle meri gaand maari... abhi dard hai... please, phir wahan nahi... 

Gajendra: (na sunte, ungli zor se ched par ragadte, gandi baatein) Oh, yeh chhota tatti ka ched? Abhi
 bhi mere cum se garam, haan? Tu pavitra banne ka dikhawa karti hai, lekin yahan se teri gandagi 
nikalti hai, Shahida— tu sirf tatti karne wali chhinal hai towel ke neeche. Abhi bhi gunah ki boo aa rahi
 hogi. Cheeks faila, dikha kitni farmaanbardar hai. 

Ammi: (ruk kar lekin dheere peeche haath, gaand ke tukde faila kar, ched poora nanga) Ohhh... theek 
hai... lekin dheere... ya ,.', maaf kar... 

Gajendra: (un gli zor se, chakkar lagate jab lund hilta) Achhi ladki— dekha woh jhapakti ched, gulabi
 aur ganda. Yeh woh jagah jahan tu roz gandagi nikaalti hai, paak banne ka natak. Ab mera khelne ka 
hai, tu munafiq veili chhinal. Mehsoos kar? Phir se dhadakne wala hai. 

Ammi: (zor se karah, jism uske lafzon ke khilaaf) Ahhh... itna zor mat ragdo... bahut zyada hai... mmm.
.. please, aise nahi... 

Gajendra: (hanste, doosri ungli rim par) Zyada? Tu khud randi ki tarah fail rahi hai. Qabool kar— teri
 gaand ko yeh pasand hai, chahe muh mana kare. Tera Nabi kya kahega aisi Ammi ke baare mein, jo
 kafir se tatti wale ched mein ungli karwa rahi hai? 

Woh paas jhuka, gardan par garam saans, naram awaaz se. "Ab kyon rukna, Shahida? Nahane ke baad 
wapas aayi, mere paas baithi. Iska matlab hai. Doosra round behtar hoga— waada. Kyon nahi chahti? 
Gunah mehsoos hota hai? Ya jaanti ho phir zor se karahogi?" 

Gajendra ne towel dheere upar kiya, nanga jism hawa mein, kapda kamar par jama. Usi waqt, jaise 
uske iraade ko samajh kar, Ammi ne peeche haath badha kar gaand ke tukde failaye, ungliyan naram 
moti gosht mein dhansayi. 

Uski gaand itni udar thi— bhari, gol, thodi si harkat se hilti, jaise pakka phal daali par larz raha ho.
 Chamdi chamakti, garam zaitooni rang, side par thoda dimpled uske pakadne se. 

Uska gaand ka ched ab dheela tha, pehle tight se ab thoda khula aur faila hua pehle chudai se, uske
motai se muscles fail gaye, haqiqi nishani uski taaza submission ki. Lamp ki roshni mein thoda 
jhapakta, abhi bhi geela jo bacha tha. 

Uske 11-inch lund, pehle se sakht aur underwear ke khilaaf dabav, woh nikaala, mota, nasen bhara sir
 uski gaand par rakha. Woh intezaar se dhadak raha tha, lambai darawni aur impressive, thoda upar
 curve. "Tayyar, Shahida? Bolo tum yeh chahti ho." 

Ammi siskari, awaaz kaamp rahi. "Gajendra, yeh bahut bada hai... please dheere. Nahi jaanti phir se 
le sakti hoon." 

Woh aage dabaya, sir kam virodh mila. "Shh, relax. Dekha? Is baar aasani se ja raha." Aur gaya— pehle 
chudai ne use dheela kiya, jism ki geeli pan aur pehle round ke baqi se andar aana aasan. 

Uske muscles, pehle thake hue, jaldi haare, gaand ka ched uske ird-gird fail kar kam ladai se. Yeh
 badlaav saaf tha: jism adjust, virodh ke bawajood, be-izzati gehri jab woh itni aasani se qubool kar 
rahi thi. 

Ammi dard se cheekhi jab woh gehra gaya. "Ahh! Dard ho raha! Dheere, Gajendra!" 

"Aaram se, pyari. Saans le. Tu bahut achhe se le rahi— pehle se behtar. Achha nahi lag raha? Andar
 gehra." Woh dheere aage, baatein uski saanson ke beech. 

"Yeh... yeh jal raha! Kyon ab itni aasani se andar ja raha? Oh Khuda..." 

"Kyonki tera jism mujhe yaad hai, Shahida. Yeh chahta hai. Thoda peeche dhakel— haan, aise." 

Woh achanak poora andar, uski gaand ke tukdon par thapak, poore 11 inch gehre. Mere jhaankne se 
dekha main hairan kaise itni lambi cheez itni gehrai tak pahunch rahi thi uski gaand mein— itni lambi,
 andar ke hisson ko chhoo rahi, stretch kar rahi jo dardnaak hona chahiye lekin ab ajeeb tarah se
 qubool. 

Mujhe abbu ke liye dukh hua, dil dukha. Hussein, hospital mein lad raha zindagi se, jab uski biwi aise
 barbaad ho rahi— jism ullanghan, wafa tooti. 

Yeh sirf jismani nahi; rooh barbaad, us aurat ko jo woh 
pyar karta tha kisi aur ki jeet bana diya, karahen dhoka goonj rahi jab woh be-khabar so raha. Kaise 
wapas uske paas jaayegi? Maili, hamesha ke liye badli hui