Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 22


Ab main maza le raha hoon yeh dekh kar ki meri mom Gajendra ki randi ban
 rahi hai. Woh mere dad ki zindagi barbaad kar rahi hai.






“Shahida! Gajendra aur main thodi der ki sair pe ja rahe hain. Zyada der nahi hogi—shayad aadha ghanta ya 
uske aas-paas. Bazaar se kuchh chahiye to bata dena.” 


Ammi kitchen se nikli, haathon ko dish towel se ponchhte hue, chehra ghar ki mamooli saadgi ka mask pehne
 hue. Lekin main dekh sakta tha uski halat mein chhupi bechaini—kandhon ki thodi si tanav, aankhein ek pal 
Gajendra ki taraf phir abbu par thahri. “Sair? Hussein, tum sach mein tayyar ho? Doctor ne kaha tha aaram
 karna.” 

Abbu ne uski fikron ko muskurahat se taal diya, wohi muskurahat jo pehle hamesha uski naa ko haan mein 
badal deti thi. “Main theek hoon, sach mein. Gajendra sahi keh raha hai—yahaan baithne se taqat nahi aayegi.
 Bas gali ke kone tak chalenge aur wapas. 

Thak gaya to palat aayenge. Waada.” Usne Ammi ke gaal par halka 
sa chumban kiya, woh naram ehsaas jo mere andar kuchh mor deta tha, jaante hue uske raaz. 

Ammi ne veranda se un dono ko jaate dekha, baahen seene par baandhe hue. 

Woh bilkul thaki hui lag rahi thi, kandhe jhuke hue, ek pal ke liye chehra haathon mein chhupa liya. Main
 mehsoos kar sakta tha woh gandagi jo woh lad rahi thi—Gajendra ke saath ke lamhon ki sharam abhi bhi, usi 
din kitchen ke kisi chhupa kone mein jab abbu veranda par the, usne Gajendra ka lund muh mein liya tha, 
majboori se jhuk kar, honth uske ird-gird lapet kar. 

Kuchh minute baad woh uthi, jaise mayoosi jhad kar. “Mujhe ,,., padhni hai,” usne zor se kaha, chahe koi 
sunne wala na tha. Sab kuchh hone ke bawajood—haram kaam, shadi ke waade ka dhoka, Gajendra ke saath haram 
khushi mein doobna—woh kamre ke kone mein ,,., ki ja-,,., par gayi. 





Lekin yeh soch ka lamha darwaze par tez dastak se toot gaya. Ammi ,,., ke beech ruk gayi, sir utha kar hairan.
 “Kaun ho sakta hai?” usne khud se kaha, jaldi se salam pher kar ,,., khatam ki. 

Usne veil theek kiya, haath se saaf kiya, aur darwaze ki taraf dheere se gayi. Aankhon mein fikr thi—lag raha tha
 Gajendra hi hoga, jaldi wapas aa kar koi bahana bana kar use phir gunah ke jaal mein kheenchna chahega jab 
abbu bahar hain. Haath knob par ruk gaya, saans ruk kar chhoti si jhaanki se dekha. 

Rahat hui—aur meri bhi—woh Gajendra nahi tha. Darwaza khola to aunty Nafisa, Jabir ki Ammi, khadi thi,
 chehre par garam muskurahat aur haath mein dhaka hua bartan. “Salaam, Shahida! Umeed hai disturb nahi 
kar rahi. Taza samosay laayi hoon—jaanti hoon Hussein ko kitne pasand hain, aur hospital se abhi nikle hain to
 thoda mazaak chahiye hoga.” 

“Salaam, Nafisa! Andar aao, andar aao,” Ammi ne kaha, side hokar raasta diya, lekin muskurahat thodi majboori 
wali thi, ,,., aur andar ki ladai se abhi ubhar rahi thi. Dono ne halka sa gale lagaya, purani dosti ki tarah, aur 
Ammi use sofa par le gayi. “Bahut din ho gaye tum aayi nahi. Baitho. Chai banaati hoon.” 

Nafisa meri dost Jabir ki Ammi thi, jis ki girlfriend Rani ki gaand maine maari thi, woh dhoka jo abhi bhi raaton 
ko sataata hai. Jabir mera bhai jaisa tha, aur maine us rishte ko sabse gande tareeke se tod diya—Rani ki tight,
 kunwaari gaand mein dhakke maarte hue jab woh karah rahi thi, tel lagakar raasta aasan kiya, waada kiya ki
 uski kunwaari Jabir ke liye bachi rahegi. 

Yeh yaad mujhe beemar kar deti thi, lekin Nafisa ko yahan Ammi ke saath baat karte dekh kar nafrat aur badh
 gayi. Main us se nafrat karta hoon kyonki usne apne shauhar ko dhoka diya tha, jo bahar mulk mein kaam kar 
raha hai, har mahine paisa bhejta hai. Maine dekha tha usko hamare ***** tuition teacher Mr. Ravi ke saath
 chumban karte hue. 

Woh ganja aadmi moti chashme wala, raat ko darwaze par—honthon se honth jude, jism chipke hue, uske haath
 uske baalon mein jaise usne apne waade poore bhula diye hon. Yeh munafiqat thi: masjid ke events organize
 karne wali aurat, nek baatein sikhane wali, lekin raat ko kafir mard ke saath haram gale lagati hui. 

Aur bura yeh soch kar ki Nafisa Ammi ko gunah ki taraf aur dhakel degi. Dono purani dost thi, chai pe saalon
 se raaz baantti thi—shadi ki pareshaniyaan, shauhar ke door ya bimaar hone ki tanhaai. Nafisa ka dhoka shayad
 un baaton mein zeher ki tarah ghul jayega, dhoke ko mamooli bata kar, keh kar ki kahin aur se sukoon lena
 theek hai. 

Main chhupa darwaze ke peeche, kaan laga kar sun raha tha. Ammi achanak boli, “Beta! Idhar aao zara. Aunty
 Nafisa aayi hain—ja kar salaam karo theek se.” 

Main majboori se nikla, chehre par majboori wali muskurahat daal kar. “Salaam, Aunty Nafisa. Aap kaise hain?” 

“Salaam beta! Dekho kitna bada ho gaya,” usne garam awaaz mein kaha, aankhein maa jaisi mohabbat se, jo
 ab mujhe jhoothi lagti thi. 






Baad mein maine kaha, “Aunty Nafisa, aap se mil kar acha laga, lekin homework khatam karna hai. Maaf 
kijiye.” Main politely bahar nikal gaya, lekin apne kamre mein darwaza thoda sa khol kar chhup kar sunne 
laga, kaan gap par laga kar. 

Ammi: Um, Nafisa, kuchh dil par hai. Nahi jaanti bolun ya nahi... 

Nafisa: Arre behen, bol na. Saalon se dost hain—kuchh bhi bata sakti ho. Kya pareshani hai? Ghar ki baat? 
Paisa? Khul kar bol, main sun rahi hoon. 

Ammi: Itna aasan nahi. Soch kar hi sharam aati hai. Shayad kuchh aur baat karen—mausam acha hai na aajkal? 

Nafisa: Shahida, ab taal mat. Jaanti ho main judge nahi karungi. Dono shadi-shuda auratein hain, pehle bhi 
raaz baante hain. Jo bhi hai, hum dono ke beech rahega. Dabane se aur bura hoga. 

Ammi: Theek hai... lekin waada karo mujhe kam na samjhogi. Main... main kisi se mil rahi hoon. Sirf milna
 nahi—affair chal raha hai. Hamare naye padosi Gajendra ke saath. 

Nafisa: Kya? Gajendra? Bagal wala *****? Hey Khuda, Shahida! Mazak to nahi? (hansti hai) Wah, deewar paar
 bade lund ki taraf! Kabhi socha nahi tha tu itni himmat wali hai! 

Ammi: Nafisa! Yeh mazak nahi. Main serious hoon. Bahut bura lag raha hai. Please, halke mein mat lo. 

Nafisa: Theek hai, sorry—bas hairaan ho gayi! Lekin sach bata, kaise shuru hua? Poori kahani suna, main mar 
rahi hoon jaanne ke liye. 

Ammi: Bilkul masoomiyat se shuru hua. Ek mahine pehle woh bagal mein shift hue, ek din grocery madad ki
 jab Hussein hospital mein the. Baatein shuru hui... woh meherbaan, dilkash. Phir ek raat hospital mein, jab
 Hussein so raha tha apne bistar par... 

Nafisa: Hussein so raha tha? Wah Shahida, kitni chalaak! Kya hua? 

Ammi: Hum... humne chumban kiya. Wahi kamre mein. Achanak, galat, lekin uske honth mere par... ruk nahi 
paayi. 

Nafisa: Sirf chumban? Wah shuruat! Phir? Poora bata. 

Ammi: Aur gehra hua. Agli baar maine... maine muh se kuchh kiya. 

Nafisa: Ohhh, matlab blowjob diya? Behen, bol na saaf! Sab sochte hain kabhi na kabhi. 

Ammi: Haan... maine choosa. Hospital ke store room mein. Jab mera shauhar upar bimaar pada tha. Bahut
 gunah mehsoos hota hai, Nafisa. Uske saath dhoka, ab jab woh itna kamzor hai—yeh maaf nahi ho sakta. 

Nafisa: (mazak mein) Wah, jab woh bimaar tha? Bilkul next level naughty, Shahida! Bet buri ladki jaisa laga 
hoga na? Padosi ka lund choosti hui jab bechara Hussein so raha tha. Tsk tsk, masjid ki auratein kya kahengi? 

Ammi: Bas kar Nafisa—yeh mazaak nahi. Roz bura lagta hai. Main achhi biwi hoon, jaanti hai? ,,., waqt par 
padhti hoon, ghar ke liye khana banati hoon, bete ko achhe qadron ke saath pala. Hussein hamesha meherbaan
 raha, sab kuchh diya. Kaise maine uske saath dhoka kiya? 






Nafisa: Theek hai, mazak band. Lekin sun, Shahida tune kuchh galat nahi kiya. Sach mein. 

Ammi: Kya? Kaise keh sakti ho? Hum dono _ hain, zina bara gunah hai! Socha tha tu kahegi tauba kar, 
na ki yeh... 

Nafisa: Arre please. Sach bolne par tanqeed mat kar. Dekh, Hussein mahinon se bimaar hai na? Shayad tujhe
 chhua bhi nahi. Tu aurat hai, zarooratein hain, Gajendra unhe poora kar raha hai. Ghar chhod to nahi rahi—
Hussein ke liye abhi bhi hoon. Kabhi kabhi side ka maza main shadi ko chalaye rakhta hai. 

Ammi: Nafisa, yeh tere muh se sun kar hairaan hoon. Hamara imaan? Kitab saaf kehti hai zina haram hai.
 Humein apni nek rakhi hai. 

Nafisa: Nek? Ha! Sab auratein farishte banne ka dikhawa karti hain, Shahida, lekin andar se sab randiyaan hain. 
Scarf ke peeche chhup kar nek banti hain, lekin mauka mile to sabse pehle mazedar cheez par jhapatti hain. Yeh
 insaani fitrat hai. 

Ammi: Yeh... yeh bahut zyada hai! Kaise keh sakti ho? Hum sab aise nahi. 

Nafisa: Sach mein? Yaad hai hamari dost Fatima? Hamesha parda ki baat karti thi, lekin pichle hafte delivery wale
 se flirt karte dekha. Aur masjid wali aunty jo sab jaante hain uske bhai ke dost ke saath soti hai. Hamare 
mohalle mein bhi yeh har jagah hai. Auratein duniya ke dar se dikhawa karti hain, lekin khwahish dil mein hoti
 hai. 

Ammi: Haan... kuchh to sahi keh rahi ho. Maine bhi dekha hai auratein chupke raaz baantti hain. Aur Gajendra 
ke saath... kuchh azaadi jaisa lagta hai. Lekin phir bhi gunah... 

Nafisa: Bilkul! Thoda qubool kar. Jab tak kisi ko pata na chale koi nuqsaan nahi. Aur bata—Gajendra tujhe zinda 
mehsoos karata hai? Hussein se zyada? 

Ammi: Kabhi kabhi haan. Yeh josh nasha hai. Lekin rooh ki fikr hoti hai, jannat ki. 

Nafisa: Jannat intezaar karegi. Abhi thoda jee le behen. Agli baar mujhe bula lena, main detail sunna chahti 
hoon ki woh “padosi madad” kitna bada hai! (aankh maar kar) 

Ammi: Nafisa, tu aise kyon bolti hai? Jaise koi aur hi ban gayi hai. Hum saath badi hui, ,,., saath padhi—kaise
 imaan ko itni aasani se taal deti hai? 

Nafisa: Kyonki main jaag gayi hoon, Shahida. Aur chunki raaz baant rahe hain... mera bhi affair chal raha hai. 
Mr. Ravi ke saath, mere bete Jabir ke college principal ke saath. Haan, woh khoobsurat aadmi. Mahinon se chal
 raha hai. 

Ammi: Kya?! Nafisa! Mr. Ravi? Jabir ka principal? Apne shauhar ke saath yeh kaise kar sakti hai? Woh bahar mulk
 mein mehnat kar raha hai, paisa bhej raha hai, bacchon ke liye qurbani de raha hai. Yeh dhoka hai! 

Nafisa: Dhoka? Arre. Mera shauhar saalon se door hai, wahan ghulam ki tarah kaam kar raha jab main yahan sab
 sambhal rahi hoon. Hamara mazhab hamari khwahishon ko daba deta hai, Shahida, kehta hai yeh aag andar
 dabao jaise gunah ho. Lekin gunah nahi! Ravi mujhe zinda mehsoos karata hai, chaha jata hai. Main is layak
 hoon. 

Ammi: Teri akhlaq, Nafisa... kahan gayi? Tu bahut badal gayi. Hum saath roza rakhte the, kitab padhte the. Ab
 tu jaise koi gair-mulki aurat bina sharam ki baat kar rahi hai. Kaise justify karti hai? 

Nafisa: Akhlaq? Ha! Sun behen—pichle hafte parent-teacher meeting ke baad maine Ravi ka lund uske office mein
 choosa. Mota, dhadakta, mere shauhar ke diye se behtar. Phir usne mujhe desk par jhukaya aur zor se choda,
 teen baar jhadwaya. Ravi bistar par khuda hai—aurat ko sambhalna jaanta hai, jaise yeh dabaye hue _
 mard nahi. 

Ammi: Bas! Yeh gandi baatein nahi sunni Nafisa. Ya Khuda, mere kaanon ki hifazat kar. Apne ghar soch—tera
 beta Jabir us principal ko poojta hai. Aur tera shauhar... yeh sab paak cheezon ko barbaad kar raha hai. 

Nafisa: Paak? Arre Shahida, sach bol—jab Gajendra ne tujhe choda to kuchh bijli si nahi lagi? Woh josh, jism 
dimag ko dhoka deta hua? 

Ammi: Nahi, main... uske baare mein baat nahi karungi. Yeh private hai, gunah hai. Kuchh aur baat karen. 

Nafisa: Arre nahi. Bol na. Maine apna ganda bata diya, ab teri baari. Kaisa laga? Garmi, dhakke... bet taare 
dikhe honge. 

Ammi: Theek hai... overwhelming laga. Gajendra ke haath meri kamar par, gehre dhakke, meri marzi ke 
khilaaf karah nikal rahi thi. Jism jhuk kar khushi ki lehrein, jab dil haram cheekh raha tha. Itna bhara hua 
mehsoos hua, chaha jana... lekin qabool karna bhi bura lagta hai. Mujhe gandi mehsoos hoti hoon. 

Nafisa: Gandi? Yeh hi to maza hai! Aur bata—paon ke ungliyan mor gayi? Woh jagah maari jo tera shauhar 
kabhi nahi maar saka? 

Nafisa: Kyonki iqraar karne mein maza aata hai. Ab sach bol—kya tu raat ko so paati hai bina Gajendra ke
 lund ke khayal ke? Ghar ke kaam karte waqt bhi taango ke beech khujli nahi hoti? 

Ammi: ...Nahi. Palat-ti rehti hoon, sab yaad aata hai. Bartan dhote waqt bhoot jaise haath mehsoos hote
 hain. ,,., padhte waqt dimag uske lund par chala jaata hai. Jaise main nasha kar rahi hoon. Zor se 
bolne se aur bura lagta hai. 

Nafisa: Dekha? Yeh asli chhinal aur randi ki nishani hai, Shahida. Qabool kar—tera jism aur maang raha hai. 

Ammi: Nafisa, zubaan sambhal! Yeh hadd se zyada hai. Main aisi nahi—main Ammi hoon, biwi. Yahan sakht 
hadd hai. 

Nafisa: Hadd se zyada? Sach ka jawab nahi de sakti. Teri chut jhooth nahi bolti. Yeh saara gunah sirf samaj 
ki baat hai. Andar se tu yeh chahti hai, bilkul meri tarah. 

Ammi: Lekin... sab _ auratein? Abaya mein dikhawa, andar se chhinal? Yeh sab par chadha dena hai. 
Sab aise nahi. 

Nafisa: Arre, sab aise hi hain. Idhar udhar dekh—hamari chachiyan "deendar" behnon ke baare mein chugli
 karti hain jo chupke nikal jaati hain. Teri woh cousin jo ex se message pakdi gayi? Hum sab ek jaise bane 
hain, Shahida. Imaan humein bandhta hai, lekin khwahish toot kar nikal aati hai. Qabool kar—tu mehsoos
 karti hai jaise jinn ne sawaar kar liya hai, na? 

Ammi: Haan... mehsoos hota hai jaise sawaar ho gaya hoon. Yeh khwahish achanak aati hai, Gajendra ke 
khayal se geeli ho jaati hoon. Kyon main? Kyon ab? Jaise shaitan khud dor kheench raha ho. 

Nafisa: Bilkul! Lekin shaitan nahi—tu khud, akhirkaar zinda hui. Dabao to murjha jayegi. Qabool kar to 
zindagi phat padegi. 

Ammi: Nafisa, kya tu sach mein chhinal hai? Itni bejhijhak bol rahi... 

Nafisa: Bilkul haan, main chhinal hoon. Lekin achhi wali—raaz rakhti hoon. Mera shauhar nahi jaanta, Jabir
 ko bhi kuchh pata nahi. Phir bhi ,,., padhti hoon, khana banati hoon, bahar se perfect biwi. Raaz yahi
 hai: maza lo bina zindagi barbaad kiye. 

Ammi: Lekin yeh munafiqat nahi? Do zindagiyan jeena? 

Nafisa: Munafiqat? Hoshiyari. Zindagi barbaad mat kar, Shahida. Tu garam hai—abaya ke neeche badi 
gaand hilti hai, choochiyan jo traffic rok dein. Inka istemaal hona chahiye, pooja hona chahiye. Bimaar 
shauhar par barbaad mat kar jo tujhe satisfy nahi kar sakta. Zindagi chhoti hai—maza utha jab mauka hai. 

Ammi: Meri shakal? Nafisa, yeh cheezon ko object banana hai. Lekin... sun kar kuchh hil gaya. Hussein ki
 bimaari ne mujhe itne dinon se tanha chhod diya. 

Nafisa: Dekha? Hil gaya—yeh aag hai. Soch Gajendra har curve ki tareef kare, tujhe devi jaisa mehsoos 
karaye. Tera shauhar? Pyara hai, lekin boring. Imaan ke naam par sexless qabr mat ja. 

Ammi: Shayad... lekin agar sab barbaad ho gaya to? Khatra... 

Nafisa: Khatra hi maza deta hai. 

Ammi: Lekin... yeh khayal dil ki dhadkan tez kar deta hai. Tu mujhe aur bighaad rahi hai, Nafisa. 

Nafisa: Bata, socha hai Hussein soye hue waqt usko bula loon? Chupke se andar, bedroom mein uske bagal 
mein us par sawar ho jaun. 

Ammi: Maine... khayal kiya hai. Uske mazboot baahon mein dabna, jab Hussein kharrate le raha ho. Khatra
 mujhe aur zyada utsaahit karta hai. 

Nafisa: Bas yeh! Meri ladki. Ab Ravi ke baare mein—uske zubaan ka ek jaadu hai jo... 

Ammi: Nafisa, details bas! Lekin theek hai, bolti ja—jaanti hoon kaise tu sab balance karti hai bina gunah
 mehsoos kiye. 

Nafisa: Main ise behtar sex mein badal deti hoon. Pichhli baar Ravi ne mere hi dupatte se haath bandhe—
ramz hai na? Us kapde se azaadi jo humein bandhta hai. 

Ammi: Yeh... creative hai. Aur twisted. Kya Jabir ko college mein shak hai? 

Nafisa: Bilkul nahi. Ravi class mein usko "ehsaan" ke taur par extra madad deta hai. Jeet-jeet. Lalach achha
 hai. Zindagi afsos ke liye bahut chhoti hai, Shahida. Agli ,,., mein Gajendra ko yaad kar, dekh kaisa lagta
 hai. 

Ammi: Kufr! Lekin... qabool karti hoon, meri ,,.,ein haal hi mein bhatak rahi hain. Shayad hum sab thoda
 sawaar hue hain. 

Nafisa: Passion ke jinn se. 

Ammi: Nafisa, kya tu mujhe sach mein chhinal maanti hai is sab ke liye? Andar se mehsoos hota hai main ek 
hoon. Uske saath jaise main control kho deti hoon. 

Nafisa: (hanste hue) Arre Shahida, agar joota fit baithta hai! Lekin seriously, har aurat mein chhinal pan hota
 hai. Khud ko kyon saza deti hai? Qabool kar—lagta hai tu zindagi ka sabse bada maza le rahi hai. 

Ammi: Yeh mazak nahi, Nafisa. Ruk nahi sakti, chahe koshish kar loon. Jab Gajendra ke saath hoti hoon, bahar
 se mana karti hoon, haram bolti hoon, lekin sach mein... uska lund itna chahti hoon. Mota, nasen bhara, aur
 kaise mujhe bhar deta hai—maaf kar, lekin din bhar sochti rehti hoon, ,,., ke waqt bhi. 

Nafisa: (zor se hanste) Lund chahti hai? Ladki, ab to porn star ki tarah bol rahi! Yeh to mazaak hai—deendar
 Shahida ,,., mein padosi ke lund ke khayal mein khoyi hui. Bolti ja, yeh suna hai. 

Ammi: Hasna band kar! Yeh serious hai. Mehsoos hota hai jaise jinn control kar raha ho, aur maang raha ho.
 Aur sirf... aam cheez nahi. Usne... kuchh aur kiya. Bol nahi sakti. 

Nafisa: Kya, gaand chudai? Bol na. Kya usne teri gaand maari, Shahida? Yeh hint de rahi hai na? 

Ammi: Haan... usne meri gaand maari. Wahi, zor zor se dhakke maare jaise main kuchh nahi. Poora waqt
 karah rahi thi, chahe pehle dard hua. 

Nafisa: Wah, gaand? Hairaan hoon! Socha nahi tha tu itni aage jayegi, behen. Yeh to agli satah ki chhinalpan
 hai. Bet bahut maza aaya, haan? 

Ammi: Aaya... aur yeh sabse bura hai. Mujhe uski be-izzati pasand aati hai—meri gaand soonghna, mujhe 
gandi _ randi kehna, minnat karwana. Yeh qabool karna sharamnaak hai, lekin yeh mujhe kuchh
 aur nahi utsaahit karta. 






Nafisa: Humiliation kink? Wah Shahida, tu toh badi surprises bhari hai. Lekin sun, ek baar gaand marwa li
 toh wapas us normal deendar aurat banne ka koi raasta nahi. Jaise ek line paar kar li—ab palat nahi sakti. 

Ammi: Kyon? Kya matlab? Main tauba kar sakti hoon na? Zyada ,,.,, zyada roza... 

Nafisa: Tauba? Hah! _ auratein jo apni peeche wali mein mard ko jaane deti hain? Woh hamesha ke 
liye nishaan lag jaati hain. Paakizaagi gayi—ab tu sirf chhinal hai, seedha seedha. Hamara mazhab modesty
 ki baat karta hai, lekin gaand? Yeh toh seedhi gandagi hai, wapas nahi aati. Tu hamesha yeh be-izzati ki 
khwahish karegi, chupke se randi ki tarah ghoomti rahegi. 

Ammi: Yeh bahut sakht hai, Nafisa. Lekin... shayad tu sahi hai. Uska lund mujhe sata raha hai—ghanton baad 
bhi muh mein maza, gaand mein failne ka ehsaas. Kuchh mera jism par qabza kar liya hai; main khud ko
 chhooti hoon uski be-izzati soch kar, jab Hussein bagal ke kamre mein ho. 

Nafisa: Dekha? Teri boring housewife banne ki saari ummeedein barbaad. Imaan waise bhi bekaar hai—paanch
 waqt ,,.,, parda, farishta banne ka natak. Zindagi mazaak ke liye hai, Shahida! Chhoti khushiyan le, lund
 le, zinda mehsoos kar. Ibadat ki parwah kis ko jab yeh khushi itni achhi lagti hai? 

Ammi: Tu mujhe barbaad karna chahti hai na? Mujhe gunah mein aur gehra dhakel rahi hai. Main achhi biwi 
thi, wafadar Ammi... 

Nafisa: Barbaad? Bilkul nahi—main tujhe azaad kar rahi hoon! Woh saara deendar natak qaid tha. Qabool kar:
 tujhe uski chhinal banne mein maza aata hai. Wapas jaane ki ummeed chhod de—ek baar gaand mari aur 
be-izzati hui toh tu latak gayi. Andar ki randi ko gale laga; jannat ke waade se zyada maza toh yeh hai. 

Ammi: Shayad tu sahi hai. Main sapne dekhti hoon uske lund ke mujhe qabza karne ke, har gandi soch par 
control. Lekin mera beta? Hussein? Meri rooh? 

Nafisa: Unko ek pal ke liye bhool ja. Hamara mazhab sirf mardon ke banaye qaid ke rules hain. Maine imam
 ko bhi rakhelein rakhte dekhe—sab munafiq. Tu khaas nahi; secret chhinalon ke club mein aa ja. Ab tere liye 
koi paakizaagi nahi bachi, Shahida. Agli be-izzati ka time fix kar le. Tera asli naam hai "Gajendra ki Chhinal" 

Ammi: Nafisa, bas kar... lekin inkaar nahi kar sakti. Pichhli baar usne mere balls chaatwaye jab mujhe 
imaanheen kutiya bola. Be-izzati thi, phir bhi main pehle se zyada zor se jhadi. Main barbaad ho gayi na? 
Wapas normal ka koi raasta nahi. 

Nafisa: Poori tarah barbaad—aur isme maza le rahi! Bata, kya woh tujhe veil pehne hue chodta hai? Woh
 toh garam hoga. 

Ammi: Kabhi kabhi haan. Woh veil side karta hai, kehta hai yeh mujhe pavitra randi banata hai. Main itni
 nangi, itni gunahgaar mehsoos karti hoon. Kyon yeh utsaahit karta hai? 

Nafisa: Kyonki normal zindagi soti hai. Aage badh behen—imaan ko poora barbaad kar de. Agli baar pakde
 jaane ki koshish kar; woh thrill sabse behtar hai. 

Ammi: Nahi! Yeh bahut door hai... lekin soch... oh nahi, tune mere saath kya kar diya? 

Us raat, jab ghar shaam ke routine mein doob gaya, hawa mein chhupi bechaini ghul gayi. Dinner chup tha
—chicken curry aur chawal, Ammi ki khas dish—lekin baad mein jab abbu aur main sofa par cricket match
 dekh rahe the TV ki chamakti roshni mein, Ammi ka phone jeb mein dheeme se vibrate hua. 

Usne jaldi dekha, chehra thoda safed pad gaya, phir phone chhupa liya. Gajendra ka tha, main jaanta tha
—shayad uske ghar bulaawa, meethi baaton mein lapete waade ya hukm. 

Abbu ne uski bechaini dekhi, kursi par hilti hui, aankhein ghadi par. "Shahida, aaj raat tu thodi alag lag
 rahi hai. Sab theek? Tu jumpy hai, jaise kuchh intezaar kar rahi ho. Hospital se phone aaya kya phir?" 

Ammi ne majboori se hanse, veil ke neeche baal theek kiye. "Arre kuchh nahi Hussein. Din bhar thak gayi 
hoon bas. Nafisa aayi thi, achha laga lekin yaad dila diya kitna kaam baaki hai. Shayad jaldi so jaun." Woh
 uthi, dress theek ki, lekin bahana khokhla tha, haath thode kaamp rahe the jab table saaf karti rahi. 

Abbu ne sar hilaaya, lekin maatha sikud gaya fikr se. "Jaise tu kahe. Lekin agar kuchh pareshan kare toh 
bata dena. Humne saath bahut kuchh saha—bimaari, paison ki tension. Hum team hain." Uske lafz pyar bhare
 the, jo unki shadi ko sambhale hue the, lekin Ammi ne sirf halki muskurahat di aur kitchen ki taraf chali gayi. 

Raat ke andhere mein woh chupke nikal gayi, abbu match mein khoye hue the toh intezaar kiya. "Main thodi 
taazi hawa le aati hoon, Hussein. Jaldi wapas," woh dheeme se boli, lekin usne sunna bhi nahi, wicket par cheer
 kar raha tha. 

Main uske peeche gaya, ab chhupne ki aadat pad gayi—saya mera saathi, door se peeche, dil tez dhadak raha 
dar aur us bimaar thrill se. Kyon karta tha main yeh? Use bachane ke liye? 

Ya aur dekhne ke liye? Sadkein halki roshni wali, nami bhari hawa mein keede goonj rahe the, woh tez chal 
rahi thi, kabhi peeche mud kar dekhti lekin andhere mein mujhe nahi dekha. Gajendra ka ghar saamne tha, 
do manzila, saaf lawn wala, hamare chhote makaan se bilkul alag. 

Usne dheeme se darwaza khatkhataya, teen baar, darwaza turant khula. Gajendra wahan khada tha, saaf 
neeli shirt black pant mein, baal theek, chehre par shikari muskurahat. 






"Shahida, tu aayi. Achhi ladki. Jaldi andar aa—koi dekh na le." Woh tez andar gayi, pakde jaane ke dar se,
 darwaza band hua. 

Mujhe jhaankne ki jagah pata thi—side ki khidki jahan parda thoda khula, jhaadiyon ke peeche chhupa jahan
 main pehle khada hua tha. Wahan pahunch kar position li, thrill badhta gaya gunah ke bawajood. 

Ammi: (bechain, uski nazar se bachati, awaaz thandi) Dekh, main us baare mein baat nahi karna chahti. Yeh 
khatam hona chahiye, Gajendra. Jo bhi yeh... cheez hai hamare beech, khatam. Main thak gayi. Yeh mujhe 
barbaad kar raha—meri shadi, mera imaan, sab kuchh. Main Hussein ko aur dhoka nahi de sakti. Woh achha 
aadmi hai, main usse pyar karti hoon. Humare ghar ko barbaad hone se pehle rukna hai. 

Gajendra: (dheeme se hanste, deewar se tik kar, baahen baandhe) Khatam? Woh aurat kehti hai jo raat ke 
beech mein mere darwaze par aayi, bimaar shauhar ko jhooth bol kar. Agar sach mein khatam karna hota toh
 nahi aati. Qabool kar, Shahida—tu yeh chahti hai. Khud ko gunahgaar bata rahi hai, lekin yahan hai. 

Ammi: (kamzor se, sir hilaati) Nahi, yeh sach nahi. Main... majboor thi. Tune message kiya kuchh zaroori hai 
bola, maine socha mohalle ki watch ya kuchh masoom. Maine plan nahi kiya. Please, jo bhi hai de de aur jaane 
de. 

Gajendra: (bhaun utha kar, maza lete) Mohalle ki watch? Yeh bahana? Kamzor, Shahida. Ek mahine se chal raha
 hai—hospital mein chumban, store room mein choosna, teri gandi gaand ko janwar ki tarah chodna. Ab natak 
kar rahi accident? Waise Hussein kaisa hai? Abhi bhi bimaar se ubhar raha jab tu chupke ghoom rahi? 

Ammi: (saans chhod kar, ghadi dekhti) Woh behtar hai, ghar par aaram. Aaj usne mere bete ke baare mein baat
 ki—kitna fakhr hai us par. Ghar wali baatein, jaanti hai? Normal zindagi. Is gandagi ke ulat. Unko isme mat 
ghaseeto? Bas... tu mujhe yahan kyon bulaya? 

Gajendra: (sar hilaate) Haan, woh "kuchh zaroori". Ruk. (kitchen counter par gaya, chhota polythene bag 
uthaya jisme safed powder bhara, use diya) Le. Yahi tha jo lene aayi thi. 

Ammi: (bag lete hue, shak se dekhti) Yeh kya hai? Powder jaisa lag raha... aata? Kyon de raha hai? Aur raat 
mein? Bata, Gajendra. Yeh samajh nahi aa raha. 






Gajendra: (shaitani muskurahat) Yeh aata nahi, Shahida. Yeh khas sedative hai—nuksaan nahi, lekin kaam 
karta hai. Aaj raat ka plan alag hai. Main tujhe tere hi ghar mein chodna chahta hoon, Hussein ke saath.
 Soch thrill—woh living room mein behosh, aur hum bedroom mein, tu mere neeche karah rahi. 

Ammi: (aankhein phail kar, peeche hati) Kya? Bilkul nahi! Pagalpan hai, Gajendra. Mera ghar? Shauhar ke 
saath? Inkaar. Bahut khatra, bahut galat. Agar woh jaag gaya toh? Ya beta sun liya? Nahi, main nahi karungi. 

Gajendra: (kandhe uchkaate, zid se) Arre aasan hai. Raat ko sone se pehle chai mein thoda sa—ek chutki—daal 
dena. Ghanton behosh, koi dard nahi, yaad nahi. Peeche ke darwaze se andar, janwar ki tarah chudai, aur 
subah hone se pehle main nikal jaunga. Tune isse bura kar chuki—ab kyon rukna? 

Ammi: (awaaz mazboot lekin kaamp rahi) Kyonki main waisi aurat nahi hoon, Gajendra. Main achhi biwi hoon,
 deendar _. Roz ,,., padhti hoon, roza rakhti hoon, apne bete ko Quran padhati hoon. Yeh powder 
wali baat? Apne shauhar ko nashe mein dena? Yeh woh hadd hai jo main bhi paar nahi karungi. Please, ise 
wapas le lo. 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste hue, paas aate hue) Achhi biwi? Deendar? Oh Shahida, yeh natak band kar. Tu 
achhi nahi— tu dhokebaaz randi hai jisne use barha bar dhoka diya. Hospital yaad hai? Jab woh upar so raha 
tha tab mera lund choos rahi thi? Ya pichle hafte, meri gaand ki boo sunghwane di, garam kutiya ki tarah
 karah rahi thi? Tune uske saath aur bura kiya— mera cum muh mein rakhe usko chumban diya. Tu gandi hai, 
munafiq jo veil ke peeche chhupi hai. 







Ammi: (kaamp kar, awaaz kamzor) Yeh... yeh insaaf nahi. Tab main kamzor thi. Pareshan thi. Lekin ab mujhe
 sab par afsos hai. Please, aise baatein mat karo. 

Gajendra: (zor dete hue, mazaak udaate) Afsos? Bakwaas. Tune apne taangein mere liye failayi, ***** padosi
 ke liye, jab ghar mein deendari ki baatein sikhati thi. Bimaar shauhar ko dhoka diya jab use sabse zyada
 zarurat thi. 

Mere muh, meri chut, aur woh gandi gaand jahan se tatti nikalti hai— khud ko be-izzat kiya aur 
har pal maza liya. Tu chhinal hai, Shahida. Gandi _ chhinal jo pichle hafte jhadne se bhi tez barbaad 
hui. Tera imam kya kahega? Ya tera beta agar jaan le uski Ammi lund ki bhookhi randi hai? Ab mujhe chumban
 de. 

Ammi: (mmmm, usko chumban karte hue, bag pakde) Bas... bas karo. Tu sahi hai, theek hai? Maine bahut buri
 cheezein ki hain. Lekin ab mere paas koi chaara nahi, hai na? Tu mujhe jaane nahi dega jab tak main maan 
na loon. 

Gajendra: (jeet ke muskurate hue) Bilkul. To powder le, uski chai mein daal jaise maine kaha— bas thoda sa,
 achhe se ghuma. Woh bacche ki tarah so jayega. Phir jab ho jaye mujhe call karna. Hum uske naak ke neeche
 maza karenge. 

Ammi: (haar maante hue sir hilaati, aankhein ponchhti) Theek hai... main karungi. Baad mein call karungi. 
Lekin yeh aakhri baar hai, Gajendra. Waada karo. 

Gajendra: (use jaate dekh kar, peeche se pukarte) Aakhri baar? Bilkul nahi, tu veili chhinal. Gandi randi,
 mera powder haath mein le kar shauhar ke paas bhaag rahi hai. Nikal, chhinal— ja usko nashe mein daal mere
 liye. Pehle chumban de. (Usne zor se chumban kiya) 




Ammi: (darwaze par ruk kar, peeche mud kar nahi dekhti, awaaz dheemi) Alvida, Gajendra. (Woh nikal gayi, 
darwaza dheere se band karte hue.)