Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 28


Meri mom aur Gajendra ka honeymoon, kitna pyara aur romantic hai.




Main wahan chhup kar khada tha, Mr. Ravi ke ghar ke bahar andhere mein, aur us 
nazare ki tezi ne mere andar wohi purani, sharmnaak garmi jaga di thi. 

Nafisa ki 
cheekhen khidki se halki halki sunai de rahi thi, uska jism Ravi ke be-rehem 
dhakkon ke neeche tedha ho raha tha, aur uski gaand ko itni berahmi se marte 
dekh mera haath pant ki taraf badha. 


Lekin main nahi chahta tha—kuchh rok raha tha, gandagi ke beech ek chhoti si
 hoshiyari. Woh Jabir ki Ammi thi, sirf meri gandi khayalon ki koi anjaan aurat 
nahi. 

Us hadd ko paar karna jaise ek aakhri seema todna tha jo abhi poori tarah 
tooti nahi thi, sab kuchh karne ke bawajood. 

Gunah pet mein mor raha tha, khwahish ke saath mila kar mujhe beemar kar raha
 tha, khwahish aur us ehsaas ke beech phansa hua ki yeh woh aurat hai jiski izzat 
karni chahiye, na ki usko cheez bana kar dekhna. Main palat gaya, phone jeb 
mein daala aur sadak par tez chal pada, subah ka sooraj ab ooncha tha, lambi
 parchhaiyaan jaise mera peecha kar rahi thi. 

Mere pair khud ba khud Jabir ke ghar ki taraf le gaye, usse baat karne ki zarurat 
sab se oopar thi. Chalte hue waqt mila sochne ka, yeh sochne ka ki kya kahunga—
photo ke baare mein kaise samjhaunga, kaise yakeen dilayunga ki hamari tooti 
dosti theek ho sakti hai. 

Jab pahuncha to ghar khamosh tha, darwaza thoda khula jaise usne gusse mein 
band na kiya ho. Maine halke se darwaza khatkhataya, phir andar dhakel kar 
dekha, woh living room mein chal raha tha jaise qaid janwar, chehra laal, 
aankhein aansuon se sooji hui. "Jabir," maine shuru kiya, awaaz dheemi. "Humein
 uske baare mein baat karni hai jo tune dekha." 

Woh palat kar mujh par jhapat pada, gussa chamakta hua. "Baat? Tune mujhe 
woh photo bheja, mujhe dikhaya... meri Ammi! Kaise mujhe ismein ghaseet 
sakta hai?" 

"Maine socha... shayad hum ek doosre ko samajh sakein," maine sofa ke kinaare 
baithte hue kaha, awaaz shaant rakhne ki koshish. "Rani ke saath jo hua, teri 
girlfriend aur mera, mujhe dhoke ka dard pata hai. Teri Ammi ko aise dekhna—
wohi dard hai. Shayad hum ek doosre ka sahaara ban sakein." 

Main: Arre Jabir, itna gussa mat kar. Dekh, shayad tu khush ho jaaye jo humne 
dekha. Teri Ammi Nafisa ko Mr. Ravi se chudte dekhna? Jaise woh akhirkaar
 thoda jee rahi hai, samjha? 

Jabir: (aage peeche chalte, chehra gusse se laal) Khush? Tera dimag kharab hai 
kya? Woh meri Ammi hai, yaar! Abbu ke saath dhoka de rahi hai principal ke
 saath? Yeh ghin aati hai! Tu kaise keh sakta hai yeh? 

Main: Yaar, soch. Tera abbu hamesha kaam ke liye door rehta hai na? Nafisa 
shayad akeli hoti hogi. Ravi se thoda maza lena matlab woh har waqt dukhi 
nahi rehti. Jaise uske liye tension door karne ka tareeqa. 

Jabir: Tension door? Tu bimaar hai! Yeh zina hai, ., mein bada gunah. Woh 
wafadar honi chahiye, ,,., padhti, achhi _ biwi. Na ki ***** aadmi
 Ravi ke liye taangein failaye. Tu pagal ho gaya hai jo isko theek samajh raha hai. 

Main: Main bas keh raha hoon, aaj kal yeh normal hai. Auraton ki bhi zarooratein
 hoti hain. Agar woh khush hai to ghar bhi khush rehta hai. Gusse wali Ammi 
khatam, sahi? 

Jabir: Normal? Ismein kuchh normal nahi! Tujhe daantna chahiye? Haan, daant 
raha hoon—yeh bakwaas band kar. Tu gunah ko chhota dikha raha hai jaise kuchh
 nahi. Tere saath kya hua, bhai? Hum college mein saath ,,., padhte the. 

Main: Theek hai, theek hai. Lekin sach, usko dekhna tere liye bhi faaydemand 
ho sakta hai. Jaise... baad mein akela hone par soch sakta hai. 

Jabir: Soch sakta hoon? Matlab kya? 

Main: Dheere dheere... matlab, thoda garam tha na? Uski karah aur sab. Us
 tasveer ko yaad kar ke... tension door kar sakta hai. Mutth maar sakta hai, 
samjha? Buri haalat se faayda nikaal. 

Jabir: (ruk kar, aankhein phaili) Mutth maaroon? Apni Ammi ke chudne par? Tu 
ghinona hai! Hairani bhi kam hai. Kaise suggest kar sakta hai? Yeh haram pe 
haram hai! 

Main: Arre, natural hai. Ham umar ke ladke karte hain. Aisa asli dekhna? Porn se 
behtar. Aankhein band kar ke replay kar—uski gaand uchalti hui, Ravi zor se.
 Maza aayega. 

Jabir: Bilkul nahi! Tu mujhe barbaad kar raha hai sirf keh kar. Yakeen nahi 
hota tu itna neeche gir gaya. Apni Ammi ke dhoke par mutth? Yeh galat hai.
 Tu woh dost nahi jo main samajhta tha. 

Main: Theek hai, lekin bata kyon usne dhoka diya. Tera abbu bahut door rehta
 hai, shayad ab satisfy nahi karta. Auratein bore ho jati hain, Jabir. Unhe 
excitement chahiye. 

Jabir: Satisfy? Yeh private hai! Lekin dhoka kyon? Baat kar sakti thi. 

Main: Izzat se keh raha hoon, sab auratein andar se thodi randiyan hoti hain, 
teri Ammi bhi. Bahar se deendar dikhti hain, lekin jab Ravi jaisa mard aata
 hai—mazboot, charming—to rok nahi paati. Biology hai, yaar. Randi matlab
 woh lund ki pyaasi, variety chahti hain. Teri Ammi alag nahi; woh insaan hai. 

Jabir: Sab auratein randiyan? Meri Ammi bhi? Izzat se ya na izzat se, yeh ghalat
 hai! Meri Ammi hamesha modest rahi, veil pehenti, humein Quran sikhati thi. 

Main: Matlab acche se—yeh taqat deta hai. Nafisa jaise auratein mazhab ke liye 
daba deti hain, lekin andar se jungli hain. Jo dekha: woh maze le rahi thi, zor 
zor karah rahi thi. Randi sirf matlab sex pasand hai, aur yeh theek hai. 

Jabir: Taqat? Tu besharm hai. Lekin... tu aisa kyon sochta hai? Saboot? 

Main: Soch, chachiyan, cousins—shaadiyon mein afwaahein affairs ki. Sab 
auratein chhupati hain, lekin dil se randiyan hain. Teri Ammi? Wahi. Usne 
dhoka diya kyonki thrill chahiye tha, Ravi ka bada lund sab hilane ke liye. 

Jabir: Samajh raha hoon, lekin dard hota hai. Kya woh badal sakti hai? Wapas
 wafadar ban sakti hai? 

Main: Nahi, badal nahi sakti. Ek baar forbidden phal chakha to khatam. Nafisa
 ab latak gayi—Ravi ke paas ya kisi aur ke paas jaati rahegi. Yeh uski fitrat hai. 

Jabir: Matlab badal nahi sakti? Log tauba karte hain. 

Main: Haan, lekin andar se khwahish rehti hai. ,,., padhegi, gunah mehsoos 
karegi, phir kar degi. Aisi auratein aise hi banti hain. 

Jabir: Yakeen nahi hota. Meri Ammi ne abbu se aisa dhoka kaise diya? Woh 
humare liye mehnat kar raha hai, aur woh... Ravi ke saath? Hairat hai. 

Main: Shock hai, lekin haqiqat hai. Abbu budhe ho gaye, routine ho gaya. Ammi 
excitement kahin aur dhoondhti hain. Meri Ammi ke saath bhi hua, Gajendra
 ke saath. 

Jabir: Teri Ammi bhi? Duniya pagal ho gayi. Lekin phir bhi, dhoka ghar barbaad
 karta hai. 

Main: Haan, lekin hamesha galat nahi. ,,., padhegi, tauba karegi, sab theek.
 Gunah maaf ho jaate hain agar sachchi ho. 

Jabir: ,,., padh li to theek? Lekin zina bada gunah—jahannam ja sakti hai. 

Main: Sach, woh roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, roza rakhti hai—ek slip 
(ya kai) saaf ho sakta hai. Tension mat le; yeh khatam nahi. 

Jabir: Shayad... lekin bahut aasan lagta hai. Agar woh na ruki to? 

Main: To agli baar tamasha dekh lena. Mazak kar raha—thoda. Waise bhi, 
mujhe jaana hai. Baad mein milte hain, theek? Thanda ho ja. 

Jabir: Ruk, aise mat ja. Yeh baat ne mujhe barbaad kar diya. 

Main: Kal aur baat karenge. Alvida. (main utha aur darwaze ki taraf chala) 

Hum ghanton baat karte rahe, gusse aur dukh ke beech. Usne saalon ki shak
 ki baatein nikali—der raat tak jaagna, chhupi calls—aur maine apne ghar ki 
thodi si barbaadi batayi, Ammi ke baare mein zyada nahi khola. 

Aakhir mein ek naazuk sulah hui, poori maafi nahi lekin itni ki gusse ke bina
 alvida keh sakein. "Kisi ko mat batana," usne kaha jab main ja raha tha. "Abhi 
nahi." 

Shaam ko hospital gaya abbu se milne, beemari ki khushboo, machine ki 
cheekhen aur nurses ki awaazein. Ammi pehle se wahan thi, bistar ke paas 
baithi, uska haath pakde, chehre par pyaar bhari fikr jo mera pet mor deti thi. 

Abbu hospital gown mein kamzor dikhte the, baahon se tube nikal rahe, lekin 
mujhe dekh kar halki muskurahat di. "Beta, achha laga tujhe dekh kar. Teri 
Ammi ne mera saath diya hai." 

Ammi ne upar dekha, aankhein meri aankhon se mili woh jhoothi garmi ke 
saath. Woh kitni badi munafiq thi—bahar se wafadar biwi, pillow theek karti, 
blanket adjust karti, jabki usne hi uski bimaari mein hissa liya tha. 

Sirf do raat pehle usne uski chai mein woh ajnabi powder daala tha, use behosh
 karne ke liye taaki Gajendra se chudne ja sake bina rukawat ke. 

Yaad saaf thi: woh dheere se chamach chalati, cup dete hue muskurati, jaanti 
thi yeh use gehri neend de dega. Ab kaise baithi uska haath sehla rahi thi jab
 uske kaamon ne use yahan wapas laaya? 

Doctor ne kaha relapse, pehli bimaari ki complication, lekin mujhe pata tha
—dhoka, stress, chahe woh na jaane, ne use aur kamzor kiya. 

Ammi ki munafiqat gehri thi; bahar se deendar biwi, bistar ke paas ,,., 
padhti, dilasa deti, lekin band darwaze ke peeche imaan ko purane kapde ki
 tarah utaar deti. 

Sirf powder nahi—woh gehre sadme ka nateeja tha. Usne Gajendra ko apni 
izzat utarne di, ghar ki ,,., lead karne wali aurat se lust ko pehla darja 
dene wali ban gayi. 

Uski jhoothi badi thi: abbu ki aankhon mein dekh kar pyar ka izhaar, jab uska 
jism abhi doosre mard ke chhoone ki nishaniyan dhare hue tha? Yeh sirf shadi 
ka dhoka nahi, hamare poore imaan ka dhoka tha jahan sachai aur paakizaagi
 buniyaad hain. Usne sirf chai nahi zeher diya; ghar ke bharose ko zeher diya, 
sirf chhoti khushiyon ke liye jo sabko dukh de rahi thi. 

Aur ab dekh kar Ammi aisi lag rahi thi jaise dopahar ko abhi chudi ho—veil ke
 neeche baal thode bikhere, gaal laal jo fikr se nahi, safed patloon aur safed 
phoolon wali shirt curves par chipki hui zyada se zyada provocative. 

Kapde bahar se modest, lekin patloon kamar par chipki, shirt ke button 
choochiyon par kase hue, taaza masti ki nishani. 

Ammi: (ward mein dakhil hote hue, safed phoolon wali shirt thodi tight adjust
 karti, patli safed patloon mein curves chipke hue, Gajendra ke saath mulaqat
 se abhi laal) Assalamu alaikum, Hussein. Aaj kaisa mehsoos ho raha? Doctor 
ne kaha test theek aaye. 

Abbu: (bistar par, monitor se jude, kamzor lekin hosh mein, aankhein uske
 kapdon par ghoorti) Wa alaikum assalam, Shahida. Thoda behtar. Seene ka 
dard kam hai, lekin... yeh kya pehna hai? Safed patloon aur phoolon wali 
shirt? Yeh bilkul teri tarah nahi. 






Ammi: (bistar ke paas baithti, taangein confidently cross karti) Arre yeh? Bas
 pehen liya. Kyon, kya masla? Main tujhe milne aayi hoon na? Bhookh kaisi 
hai? Nashta khaya jo laaye the? 

Abbu: (bhawen chadha kar, sawaal ko nazarandaaz) Shahida, chhod na. Tu 
achhe se jaanti hai. ., mein auraton ko modest pehenna chahiye—dhile 
kapde, poora cover. Yeh patloon tight hai, aur shirt... phoolon se bhari, jaise 
Western catalogue se. Agar masjid wale dekh lein to? Bilkul manzoor nahi. 

Ammi: (aankhein ghumati, lehja ghamandi) Hussein, please. Sirf kapde hain.
 Yeh comfortable aur saaf hai. Bahar kitni garmi hai? Jo abaya pehenti hoon
 woh dhul rahi thi, aur yahan gandi dikhti phirna nahi chahti thi. Waise bhi 
safed paakizaagi ki nishani hai. Main sheher mein ghum nahi rahi; hospital
 mein shauhar se milne aayi. Itna bada masla kya? 

Abbu: (awaaz thodi oonchi, lekin kamzor) Masla? veil aur modesty ka masla
 hai, Shahida! Yeh patloon teri taangon ki shape dikha rahi hai jaise... dikha
 rahi ho. Aur phool? Yeh flashy hai. Tu hamesha sahi salwar kameez ya abaya
 pehenti thi. Kya badal gaya? 

Ammi: (peeche tik kar, ghamand badhta, awaaz tez) Badla? Kuchh nahi badla
 siwaye iske ki main thak gayi hoon hamesha gunny bag jaise pehen kar sabko
 khush karne se. ., modesty ki baat karta hai, lekin rang ya araam ko 
mana nahi karta. Yeh pehna kyonki mujhe achha lagta hai. Safed patloon 
errands ke liye practical, aur floral shirt? Halki, saans leti hai. 

Abbu: (sir hilaate, hairani se) Yakeen nahi hota tu aise bol rahi hai. Achha 
lagta hai? Kab se deen se zyada 'achha lagna' zaroori? Bees saal se tu meri 
biwi hai, Shahida—hamesha modest, izzatdaar. Ab yahan aayi... TV par 
modern auraton ki tarah. Tight kapde jo figure dikha rahe? Yeh tu nahi. 
Beta kya kahega? Ya community? 

Main us waqt ward ke bahar tha, paani peene ka bahana kar ke sun raha tha 
Ammi aur abbu ki ladai. 

Ammi: (aur gusse mein, awaaz oonchi) Ab beta ko bhi laa rahe ho? Hussein, 
tu bimaar pada hai, aur main itni door se aayi hoon uski qadar ki bajaye
 meri patloon par atak gaya? Shayad agar tu apne purane tareeqon mein na
 atak gaya hota to dekhta yeh masoom hai. Main ghamandi se pehni? Nahi, 
main apna difaa kar rahi hoon kyonki tu be-wajah hamla kar raha hai. Safed 
patloon gunah nahi—sirf kapda hain! Aur phool? Bas sundar hain. 

Abbu: (hairani se, awaaz kaamp rahi) Masoom? Dekh khud ko—patloon chipki
 hui. Yahan se teri taangon ki shape dikhti hai. Hospital mein, doctor nurse ke
 beech? Sharmnaak hai. 

Yakeen nahi tu hamari shadi ki be-izzati kar rahi. Hum 
hamesha modesty par muttfiq the. Kya yeh isliye kyonki main bimaar hoon? 
Ab baghawat kar rahi? 

Ammi: (ab poora gussa, be-adabi se) Hamari shadi ki be-izzati? Arre yeh to tu
 keh raha hai, Hussein. Tu mahinon se yahan pada hai, ungli utha nahi sakta,
 aur main ghar chalati hoon, bill bharti hoon, sab sambhalti hoon. Aur ab tu
 mujhe kapdon par lecture deta hai? Shayad agar tu thoda mard hota to mujhe
 apne tareeke se 'achha mehsoos' karne ki zarurat na padti. Yeh safed patloon?
 Maine pehni kyonki chahti thi. 

Abbu: (seena pakad kar, dard se cheekh) Shahida, bas! Kaise baat kar rahi hai?
 Main tera shauhar hoon, bimaar hi sahi. Yeh mard hone ka nahi; imaan,
 qeemat ka masla hai. Tu kabhi aisi badtameez nahi thi. Yeh kapde tujhe badal 
rahe hain—ghamandi, jaise halal haram ki parwah nahi. 

Ammi: (ab khadi, haath kamar par) Badtameez? Tune shuru kiya mere kapde
 dekh kar hi judge karke. Agar safed patloon itni takleef de rahi to main chali 
jaati hoon, tu aaram se theek ho ja. Aur qeemat? Please—hamari 'qeemat' ne 
mujhe saalon se qaid rakha. Yeh floral shirt isliye pehni kyonki cute hai, aur 
patloon slim aur modern. Agar ., 'recommend' nahi karta to shayad .,
 ko update chahiye. Tu kamzor hai, Hussein, sirf jism se nahi dimag se bhi agar
 thoda badlaav bardaasht nahi kar sakta. 

Dad: (saans tez lete hue, dard ko badha-chadha kar dikhate hue, side pakad kar) 
Dekha? Ab hamare mazhab par hamla kar rahi ho? Yeh jhagda mujhe phir se
 seene mein dard de raha hai. Oof... bahut dard ho raha. Doctor ne kaha stress
 mere liye bura hai. Lekin tu rukti nahi. Yakeen nahi hota meri apni biwi mujhe 
aise be-izzat kar rahi hai sirf kuch kapdon ke liye. 

Ammi: (poora yakeen nahi kar rahi, lekin ruk kar) Seene mein dard? Ab bimaari
 ka card khel rahe ho? Theek hai, dard ko aur badha kar dikhao—shayad isse
 mujhe badalne ka ehsaas ho. Lekin main nahi badlungi. Yeh pant aur shirt dono
rahenge. Agar itna pareshan kar raha hai to socho tum itne insecure kyon ho. 

Dad: (zor se karah kar, lekin sach mein dukhi) Insecure? Shahida, yeh insecurity
 nahi, yeh usool hai. Yaad hai jab humari shadi hui thi? Tune waada kiya tha 
---c tareeqe par chalegi. Ab model ki tarah ghoom rahi hai. Aur dard sach 
hai—tere lafz chhuri jaise hain. Jhagda mat karo; bas waada karo agli baar 
theek kapde pehnogi. 

Ammi: (wapas baith kar, lekin abhi bhi gusse mein) Waada? Nahi, Hussein. Main
 tere mold mein fit hone ke waade kar chuki. Shayad agar tune mujhe zyada 
qadar ki hoti to main baghawat na karti. Aur jab hum jhagad rahe hain, bill 
kaun de raha hai jab tu yahan pada hai? Main, in 'gunah' wali pant mein daud-
dhoop kar. Tu kabhi shukriya nahi ada karta, sirf shikayat. 

Dad: (phir karah kar, aadha natak) Bill? Maine saalon mehnat ki thi ghar chalane
 ke liye! Ab yeh mere muh par phenk rahi ho? Aah... side mein dard. Yeh stress..
. Lekin theek hai, shukriya jo sambhal rahi ho. Lekin yeh kapde ka bahana nahi.
 Yeh tawajjoh kheench rahe hain—nurse log bhi ghoor rahe the jab tu andar aayi. 

Ammi: (mazak udaate hue) Ghoor rahe the? Achha hai—shayad koi mujhe notice 
kare ek baar. Tu ne mujhe bahut lamba time liya hai granted. Yeh safed pant 
mujhe mehsoos karati hai ki main dikhti hoon, Hussein. Floral shirt? Yeh zinda 
hai, jaise main chahti hoon. Agar hamara mazhab mana karta hai to shayad 
mazhab zyada sakht hai. Aur tere dard? Agar sach hai to nurse ko bula. Lekin
 inhe control ke liye mat istemaal kar. 

Dad: (gehri saans lete, zyada takleef dikhate) Control? Main rehnumai kar raha
 hoon. Lekin tu sahi hai—shayad maine teri qadar kam ki. Phir bhi yeh be-izzati
... bimari se zyada dard deti hai. Woh Shahida kahan gayi jo maine shadi ki
 thi? Jo veil pehan kar fakhr karti thi? 

Ammi: (thoda naram hote hue, lekin abhi bhi ghamandi) Woh Shahida badal
 rahi hai, Hussein. Zindagi bahut chhoti hai hamesha chhupne ke liye. Yeh 
kapde? Ab yeh main hoon. Agar tu qubool nahi kar sakta to shayad sirf kapdon
 se zyada baat karni padegi—jaise tu bimaar hone se pehle bhi kitna door tha. 

Jhagda dheere dheere badha, awaazein kam lekin garam, kamre ki khamoshi
 mein. Usne baahen kholi, haath phir uske haath par rakha. "Main tujhe maaf
 karti hoon, Hussein. Lekin meri baat bhi soch. Zindagi sirf qawaneen nahi; 
jeene ki hai. Main sochungi, lekin tujhe mujh par zyada bharosa karna hoga." 

Main andar aaya aur abbu se baat shuru ki, tab tak Ammi aur abbu jhagda
 chhod chuke the kyonki main tha. 






Mujhe pata tha Ammi aise kapde pehan rahi thi kyonki Gajendra ne uski 
achhaiyan cheen li thi. Usne use tukde tukde karke bigada, store room mein 
chori chori chumban se shuru, phir poora affair jo use aur zyada chahta tha. 
Abbu se pehle woh deendar ki misaal thi—paanch waqt ,,.,, zyada roza, 
ghar mein bhi poora parda. 

Ab uske kapde jism se chipke hue, chun kar jo lubhane wale, yeh dikha raha 
tha Gajendra ne uski chhupi khwahishon ko jaaga diya jo ab daba nahi sakti. 
Badlaav ki gehraai hairaan karne wali: Gajendra ke asar ne use chhinal bana 
diya, jism ki khushi ko roohani farz se upar rakhne wali. 

Ab mazhab ki parwah nahi; ,,., kabhi kabhi, jab man kare to chhod deti, 
veil ab sirf cheez, commitment nahi. Kaise ek din sajda karti hai aur doosre
 din ghair-'. ke liye taangein failati? Munafiqat mere dimag mein fail 
gayi—Abbu ko sabr ki ayat sunati thi jab khud zina ki ayaton ko nazarandaaz. 

Uska imaan, jo pehle roshni tha, ab bujh kar raakh, lust ne bujha diya. Woh
 har maayne mein chhinal ban gayi, chupke chupke, jhooth bina sharam, jism
 ab khushi ka zariya, mandir nahi. Badlaav poora; mazhab ab sirf dikhawa, 
jab zarurat tab pehna, warna phenk diya. 

Abbu ne baat badli, thaki hui awaaz mein. "Doctor keh rahe hain char din aur
 yahan rahunga. Test, monitoring... lekin jaldi ghar aa jaunga." Ammi ne haath
 dabaya. "Hum sambhal lenge. Ab aaram kar." 

Baad mein jab Ammi aur main hospital se saath nikle, hallway mein kadmon ki
 goonj, usne chupke phone nikala. Maine jhaanka aur dekha Gajendra ko 
message: "Hussein char din hospital mein rahega. Matlab humare paas waqt hai
—har raat agar chahein." 

Uska jawab jaldi aaya: "Perfect. Tera bekaar shauhar raaste se hat gaya? Un 
dinon ko yaadgaar bana denge. Janwaron ki tarah chudai, koi rukawat nahi." 

Woh halke se muskurai, jawab likha: "Haan, har raat. Intezaar nahi hota. Woh 
ab itna kamzor hai; yeh to rahat jaisa hai." Woh us point par kuch der baat
 karte rahe, phone buzz kar raha, message mein plan—kahan milna, kya pehna
, kaise chillayegi. Yeh be-dardi hairaan karne wali; abbu ko bojh ki tarah baat,
 woh mard nahi jise usne waada kiya tha pyar ka. 

Agla din, kitchen mein nashte par, Ammi ne aaram se baat shuru ki. "Beta, kal
 Gajendra ne kuch kaha—woh humein chhoti si trip par le jaana chahta hai, 
resort par. Sirf aaram ke liye, khas kar tere abbu hospital mein hone ki wajah se.
 Kya khayal hai?" Maine chamcha rakha, hairan. "Resort? Gajendra ke saath? 
Ammi, abbu bimaar hain—yeh galat nahi lagta?" 

Usne chai pi, sochti hui. "Jaanti hoon ajeeb lagta hai, lekin soch. Hum sab 
bahut stress mein hain—bill, hospital. Gajendra ne itni madad ki; yeh unwind
 karne ka tareeqa hai. Door nahi, bas chhoti getaway. Tu bhi break le sakta
 hai, tere doston ke saath jo hua uske baad." 

"Lekin abbu? Woh akela." Usne haath hilaya. "Doctor hain wahan, main bar bar 
check karungi. Sirf kuch din. Chal na beta—pool, achha khana, koi fikr nahi. 
Gajendra zid kar raha hai; kehta hai family ke liye treat." 

Hum us point par kuch der baat karte rahe, main timing par aitraaz, woh kehti
 recharge hoga to abbu ki behtar madad kar payenge. "Zindagi bimari se nahi 
rukti," usne kaha. "Thoda jeena bhi chahiye." 

Ammi ne abbu se chupke jhooth bola phone par, kaha gaon ja rahi hai cousin se
 milne kuch din. "Family ka kaam hai, Hussein. Jaldi wapas aa jaungi." Abbu ne
 ijazat di, bharose wali awaaz. "Theek hai, Shahida. Lekin yaad rakhna, wahan
 jeans ya modern kapde nahi—hamesha ki tarah modest pehenna." "Bilkul," usne 
qabool kiya, lekin jhooth tha—gaon jaane ya modest pehanne ka irada nahi. 

Mujhe pata tha yeh Ammi aur Gajendra ka chhupa honeymoon tha, bina dar ke
 maze lene ka mauka. Kitni be-dil ho gayi Ammi—ab parwah nahi, abbu ko
 hospital bed par chhod kar khushi ke peeche. 

Jab woh Gajendra ki chhinal nahi bani thi, woh meherbaan thi, tawajjoh dene 
wali, ghar ki dhadkan, pasandida khane banati, sone se pehle kahaniyan sunati,
 rehem ki misaal. Ab abbu ke dard ko nazarandaaz, uski hamdardi lust ne kha li.
 Farq saaf: purani Ammi uske paas rehti; nayi wali orgasm ko zimmedari se
 upar rakhti. 

Us raat Ammi ne pink top pehna jo seene se chipka aur laal dress jo naram 
lehron mein beh rahi thi lekin curves hint karti thi. Gajendra ne woh dress
 kharidi thi, chhupi mulaqaat ka tohfa, tissue mein lapet kar note ke saath ki 
yeh use mehsoos karayegi chaah. Woh ghoom kar dikha rahi thi jaane se pehle, 
aankhein chamak rahi. "Beta, achha nahi lag raha?" 

Gajendra ne private jet book kiya tha, sleek car se pick karne aaya. Ammi 
khush thi, halki hasi ke saath board kiya, leather seat naram aur andar 
chamakdar luxury. Use mehsoos hua jaise rani ban gayi, pamper jo abbu kabhi 
nahi kar sakte—champagne intezaar mein, attendant snacks de rahe. 






Uski khushi ki gehraai saaf thi: saalon tak kanjoosi, sada khushi mein guzara;
 ab Gajendra ne use ameeri di, qadar, chaahat, rani jaisa mehsoos. Yeh uske
 liye nasha tha, abbu ke saath sadi zindagi se bilkul alag. 

Hum jet mein dakhil hue, engine dheeme se goonj raha, andar baith gaye.
 Kitna shandaar jet—badi cabin, naram recliner, peeche chhota bedroom. 
Mujhe abbu ke liye dukh hua, hospital bed par pada, be-khabar Ammi ke is safar
 se, soch raha gaon gayi family se milne jab woh abbu ke madadgar-cum-rival 
ke saath baadalon mein ud rahi thi. 

Main Gajendra aur Ammi ke saamne baitha, woh peeche, yeh bandobast jaan bujh
 kar lag raha. Pehli baar itne mehenge jet mein, Ammi ki bhi— aankhein badi kar 
polished wood aur naram roshni dekh rahi. Gajendra aur Ammi pehle normal 
baat kar rahe, mausam, resort ki cheezein, mere saamne flirting nahi. "Yeh hum 
sab ke liye achha hoga," Gajendra ne kaha. "Saans lene ka mauka." 

Maine bahana banaya washroom jaane ka. "Abhi aata hoon." Lekin wahan chhup 
gaya, chhote vent se jhaanka, aur dekha woh gehre chumban kar rahe, uska
 haath uski raan par. 






Mujhe garam mehsoos hua, ek na-chaha hua utsaah ka jhonka—Abbu ki jaaydaad,
 unki dukaan ko bachane ke paise, yeh sab uske liye kharch ho rahe the jab woh
 akela dukh seh raha tha. 

Yeh safar lagbhag 8 ghante laga, jet aasman mein sukoon se chalta raha, resort
 ke paas ek private airstrip par utra. 

Hotel bahut mehnga dikhta tha—bada darwaza, sangmarmar ki farsh, crystal
jhoomar, har khidki se samundar ka nazara. Ammi ko kabhi aisa treat nahi mila, 
Abbu ne bhi nahi diya; unke honeymoon simple the, local safar, sasti jagahon par. 

Ab valet bag utha rahe the, staff welcome drink de rahe the—Gajendra ki duniya
 ne use ooncha uthaya, use khaas, pyar bhari mehsoos karwaya, jaise Abbu ki 
sadgi kabhi nahi kar sakti thi. Farq bahut bada tha: Abbu ka pyar mustaqil lekin 
saada tha; Gajendra ka lavish, utsaah bhara, woh khwab poore karne wala jo use
 pata bhi nahi tha. 

Hum resort ki taraf chal pade, taad ke ped hil rahe the, hawa mein namak ki
 taazgi. Mujhe pata tha pehli raat yahan woh use chodega, bilkul jaise pehle 
dinon mein—kacchi, joshili, bina rok-tok ke. 






Us raat humne do kamre book kiye—ek doosre se jude suite, balcony se samundar
 dikhta tha. Gajendra ne mujhse casually kaha, “Beta, tu left wala le le. Teri 
Ammi aur main doosra—woh bada hai, baithne ki jagah bhi hai. Flight ke baad 
woh aaram se so sakegi.” 

Main khush hone ka natak kiya, muskuraya, “Haan, yeh theek hai. Ammi ko jagah 
chahiye.” 

Ammi boli, awaaz halki, “Haan beta, yeh practical hai. Sabko privacy milegi, lekin 
paas hi rahenge agar kuchh chahiye to. Gajendra ne itni achhi jagah book ki,
 meherbaani ki.” 

Hum thodi der is baat par baat karte rahe, main resort ke pool ke baare mein
 poochhta, woh kehte mujhe pasand aayega, baat aasani se chalti rahi taaki asli
 iraada chhupa rahe. 

Ammi ne nahaya bhi nahi, aur dono kamre mein darwaza band hote hi chumban 
shuru kar diye. Kitni garam thi woh dono—flight ka intezaar ne badhaya, haath 
bechain. Gajendra ne use turant kheench liya, honth takrate hue, jaise bhookhe
 hon. Bechaini saaf thi; intezaar nahi kar sakte the, jism ek doosre se chipak 
gaye jaise chumbak. 






Usne uski badi gaand pakdi aur zor se masla, ungliyan naram gosht ko dress ke 
upar se nichod rahi thi, uske muh se dheemi karah nikal rahi thi. Ammi mein 
koi sharam nahi—doosre mard se chumban, Abbu se jhooth bol kar yeh trip, 
aur beta bagal wale kamre mein. Be-adabi ki hadd paar: shadi ke waade chhod 
diye, mazhab ki taleem, maa hone ki zimmedari. 

Koi jhijhak nahi, zubaan uske muh mein ghus rahi jaise yeh aam baat ho, Abbu 
se taza jhooth dimag mein. Mere itne paas hone par bhi khatra, lekin lust ne 
andha kar diya, sambhal ko be-parwahi mein badal diya. 

Mere dimag mein khayal aaya—kya agar main beech mein ruk jaaun jab woh 
chumban kar rahe hon? Kaisa hoga, unhe achanak pakadna, Ammi ki ghabrahat
 dekhna, Gajendra ka gussa? Taqat ka yeh palak palak badalna mujhe utsaahit
 kar raha tha—uske munafiq hone ko kaam ke beech mein dikha dena, saamna 
karwana. Lekin uljhan ne pakad liya: yeh sab barbaad kar sakta tha, ya mujhe 
faayda de sakta tha. 

Maine faisla kiya rukne ka, jigyasa jeet gayi, chupke se bahar nikla. 

Ab tak usne uski dress upar kar di thi, neeche peeli tight shorts dikhai, itni
 sexy ki poori gol gaand dikhti thi, kapda kasa hua. 






Maine darwaza khatkhataya aur andar gaya, bola, “Ammi, mujhe lagta hai tere
 kamre ka bathroom use kar loon—mera theek nahi chal raha.” 

Ammi shock, chumban ke beech ruk gayi, dress upar, purple top aur woh peeli
 shorts mein—rang chamakdar uski chamdi ke khilaaf. “Beta! Tu yahan kya kar
 raha hai?” woh hakla gayi, dress jaldi neeche ki, chehra safed. 

Gajendra peeche hata, khud ko sambhala. “Sab theek hai, beta?” 

Main natak kiya jaise kuchh dekha nahi, awaaz aam, “Haan, bas bathroom 
chahiye. Tera bada hai waise bhi.” 

Ammi ghabrayi, soch rahi thi maine uska dhoka dekh liya—baal theek kiye, meri 
aankhon se nazar bachati. “Haan beta, ja. Hum bas… baat kar rahe the.” 

Hum teeno thodi der baat ki, main dinner ke plan poochha, woh awkward jawab 
dete. “Resort ka restaurant bahut achha hai,” Gajendra bola. “Hum sab saath
 ja sakte hain.” 

“Theek hai,” maine kaha, uski halat par kuchh kahe bina guzar gaya. 

Maine dekha woh pasina aa raha tha, maathe par boondein, lekin main bathroom 
chala gaya. Baad mein jhaank kar dekha, woh phir chumban kar rahe the, josh 
phir se jaag gaya.