Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 31


Main ek besharm beta hoon jo bilkul bhi shukriya ke laayak nahi
, kyunki maine apni mom ko apne dad ke saath dhokha dete 
hue dekha.


Agli subah main dheere dheere jaaga, hotel ke kamre ki patli pardaon se suraj ki roshni
 andar aa rahi thi, bistar par garam nishaan bana rahi thi. 

Mera haath abhi bhi sookha aur chipchipa tha raat ke veery se, jo maine zor zor se 
mutth maar kar giraaya tha Ammi ke Gajendra se gaand marwane ke zinda yaadon par
— uska jism kaise tedha hua tha, karahen mere dimag mein goonj rahi thi jaise koi 
mana hua geet. 

Maine aankhein ragdi, neend aur abhi bhi uttejna ka mila jula ehsaas, chadar taangein
 mein uljhi hui bechain neend se. Gajendra ne jo hotel book kiya tha woh sach mein
 shandaar tha, naram farsh, king size bistar jo aapko aaram mein dubo deta, aur 
balcony neeche shaant bagiche ki taraf. 

Jaise honeymoon suite, bilkul Ammi aur Gajendra ke chhupke getaway ke liye perfect, 
unka gair-qanooni ishq phool raha tha jab abbu ghar par the, Ammi ke jhoothon mein
 phanse hue— "family trip" ya jo bhi bahana usne banaya tha is baar. 

Woh shayad soch
 raha hoga woh kuchh kaam nipta rahi hai ya rishtedaaron se milne gayi hai, kabhi
 shak nahi kiya uske dhoke ki gehraai ka. 

Maine taangein failayi aur utha, dhundhla pan jhatka, aur unke kamre se judi darwaza
 ki taraf chala. Pehle halka thokha, phir thoda zor se jab turant jawab nahi aaya. 
Andar se pehle chumban ki awaazein sunai di. 





"Ammi? Jaag gayi?" maine pukara, kaan darwaze se lagaya. Andar se karahen ki
 awaazein— pehle dheemi, phir tez hoti hui, laay daar aur bilkul pehchaan wali. 

Mera dil zor se dhadka; kya woh subah subah chodna shuru kar rahe the? Awaazein gehri
 thi, saans ki garam foonk aur dheemi baatein, dimag mein uljhe haath pair aur garam
 twacha ki tasveer bana rahi thi. 

Socha shayad woh jud kar uthi hongi, Gajendra ke haath din shuru hone se pehle hi 
uske jism par ghoom rahe honge, duniya ki parwah kiye bina unka josh phir se bhadak
 raha hoga. 

Yeh bilkul samajh aata tha— woh chhupne ke is bubble mein the, har pal indulg karne
 ka mauka. Karahen aur tez hui, aurat ki siskari jo main pehchaan gaya Ammi ki thi, 
aur maine tasavvur kiya woh ek doosre mein khoye hue, meri mojoodgi se be-khabar. 

Ek hissa unke be-parwahi par jal raha tha, kaise woh khwahish mein poora samarpan
 kar dete hain, doosra hissa usi purani, sharmnaak jaankaari se ubal raha tha. 

Darwaze ke paar unki baat sunai di, dhundhli lekin kaafi saaf scene banane ke liye. 

(Main darwaze par thok raha hoon jo dono kamron ko jodta hai, masoom ban kar lekin
 andar se muskurata hua kyonki mujhe bilkul pata hai kya chal raha hai aur unke 
"honeymoon" mood ko kharab karna chahta hoon) 

Main: Ammi? Jaag gayi? Darwaza kholo, breakfast ke baare mein baat karni hai. Hotel
 ka buffet jaldi band ho jayega. 

(Ammi aur Gajendra apne kamre mein khade the, nahane ke baad taza, dono safed 
hotel towel mein lapete hue. Gajendra ke haath busy— ek ungli uski geeli chut mein
 andar bahar, doosri uski tight gaand ke ched mein. 

Woh Ammi ke peeche khada tha,
 Ammi ke ghutne thode jhuk gaye, chehra khushi se laal, lekin woh normal banne ki
 koshish kar rahi thi) 

Ammi: (awaaz garam saans wali, khud ko sambhalte hue) Uh... aa rahi hoon, Zaid!
 Bas... ek second do. 

(Woh Gajendra se sakhti se fisfisayi, lekin kamar apne aap uski ungliyon par peeche
 dhakel rahi thi— woh is haram thrill se pagal ho rahi thi) 

Ammi: (fisfisate hue) Gajendra, ruk... please... woh bilkul yahin hai... 

Gajendra: (muskurate hue, nahi rukte, ungliyan tez) Shh, tujhe pasand hai. Mehsoos 
kar kitni geeli ho gayi hai? 

Main: Ammi, kis se baat kar rahi ho? Gajendra abhi so raha hai kya? Socha tha hum
 sab saath neeche jayenge. 

Ammi: (dheemi karah jab Gajendra ungli chut ke andar modta) Mmm... nahi, woh...
 jaag gaya hai. Hum bas... tayyar ho rahe hain. 






Main: Tayyar? Itni der se andar ho. Kyon awaaz ajeeb lag rahi hai? Jaise karah rahi ho
 ya kuchh. Theek ho? 

Ammi: (saans rukti jab Gajendra clit par angutha ragadta aur doosri ungli gaand mein 
gehri) Ahh... main theek hoon! Bas... bistar ke frame se paon thok diya. Aah! 

Main: Paon thok diya? Phir se? Kal raat bhi yahi kaha tha. Hey, Gajendra! Andar ho?
 Kyon darwaza nahi khol rahe? 

Gajendra: (dheeme se hanste hue, ungliyan andar hi rakhte hue pukara) Haan beta. Ek 
second do— hum... nahane ke baad ponchh rahe hain. 

Ammi: (jaldi se haan mein, awaaz kaamp rahi) Haan Zaid... bahar intezaar karo. Jaldi 
nikalte hain. 


Main: (zid karte hue, phir halka thokha, andar se hansta kyonki pata tha unka maza 
kharab kar raha hoon) Aao na, kholo! Bhook lagi hai. Itni der kyon? Ajeeb awaazein aa 
rahi hain— jaise saans rukna ya kuchh geela sa. 


(Darwaze ke paar Ammi ki dhundhli karahen aur Gajendra ki ungliyan chut aur gaand mein
 zor zor se kaam karne ki geeli chatak awaazein) 

Ammi: (Gajendra se fisfisate hue, beech mein karah) Gajendra... ahh... ruk jao please...
 tune kal raat meri chut aur gaand dono maari thi... nahi kar sakte... woh yahin hai... 

Gajendra: (fisfisate, tez nahi karte) Lekin tujhe khatra pasand hai na? Tere ched meri 
ungliyon ke ird-gird jakad rahe hain. Aur maang rahe hain. 

Ammi: (lafzon ke bawajood pasand karte hue, jism kaamp raha) Mmm... bahut khatarnak
 hai... lekin... oh Khuda... 

Main: (zor se thokha, abhi bhi bewakoof ban kar) Ammi? Phir woh awaazein— yeh geeli 
chatak kya hai? Jaise koi pudding hilaya ja raha ho. Darwaza kholo! 

(Main chupke se darwaze ke chhed mein aankh lagaya, andar saaf dekh raha tha: Ammi ka
 towel thoda sark raha, choochiyan ubhar rahi; Gajendra peeche, ungliyan uski chamakti
 chut aur ched mein andar bahar. Uske ras taangein par tapak rahe the) 

Ammi: (ab zor se karah, rok nahi pa rahi) Ahh... Zaid, kuchh nahi! Bas... bathroom mein
 nal tapak raha hai. 

Main: Nal? Zyada to... chhodo. Gajendra, aao na— usko darwaza khulwane do! 

Gajendra: (ungliyan dheere bahar nikaalte hue, Ammi siskari) Intezaar kar, Zaid. Bas tayyar. 

(Chhed se dekha Gajendra ne chut wali ungli muh mein daali, chus kar saaf ki— santusht
 hum ke saath uske meethay ras ka maza lete hue. Phir gaand wali ungli bhi, dheere chus 
kar, musky mitti jaisa swad savor karte hue) 

Ammi: (dekh kar, ghin aur uttejna dono, fisfisate) Gajendra... yeh ganda hai... meri
 gaand... aise nahi chaat sakte... 

Gajendra: (muskurate) Mere liye jannat jaisa maza hai. Tera yeh ganda chhota ched mera
 sabse pasandida hai. 

Ammi: (darwaze ki taraf mud kar, abhi bhi dheemi karah jab woh phir se tease karta) Zaid
... woh ek minute mein kholega. Please... ahh... bas intezaar kar. 

Main: (andar se grin karte hue, ek aur thokha) Ammi, phir karah rahi ho. Sach batao kya
 ho raha? Nahi khologi to subah bhar thokta rahunga! 

Ammi: (ab minnat karte hue, awaaz mein khushi jab Gajendra ungli phir chut mein daalta)
 Zaid please... mmm... apne kamre mein wapas ja. Hum neeche breakfast ke liye milenge.
 Waada... ohh... 

Main andar se muskuraya, uljha hua grin thrill se, lekin dil mein jaanta tha main unhe 
pareshan karna chahta tha— unke chhupke duniya mein ghusna, shayad jalne se ya bas 
unke reactions dekhne ke liye. 

"Ammi, kholo! Baat karni hai," maine zor se pukara, phir thokha. Woh kholti nahi, bilkul;
 bahut risk tha, Gajendra wahan tha aur unki halat itni kharab. 

Woh darwaze ke paar minnat ki, awaaz tan kar. "Beta please... kuchh minute do. Main..
. Gajendra ke saath kuchh zaroori kaam kar rahi hoon. Jaldi nikalte hain." 

Mujhe bilkul pata tha woh "zaroori" kaam kya tha— unki gandagi, chori ke lamhe. "Theek hai
 Ammi," maine masoom ban kar kaha, aur apne kamre mein wapas chala gaya, bistar par 
baith kar phone scroll karne laga waqt guzarne ke liye. 

Gajendra: (pukarte hue) Haan beta— paanch minute aur. Teri Ammi... busy hai. 

Main: Busy? Kis cheez se? Aao na, 

Ammi: (saans rukti, Gajendra ke haath ko dhakelne ki koshish lekin naakaam) Zaid... meri 
baat suno... ahh... bas ja. Please beta... hum jaldi kar lenge. 

Main: (halke se hanste hue, decide kiya kaafi pareshan kar diya) Theek hai theek hai. Jaldi 
karo! Bhook lagi hai. Neeche milte hain. 

(Main darwaze se peeche hata, muskurata hua apne kamre ki taraf, jaanta tha unke subah
 ke maze mein gadbad daal di. Darwaze ke paar Ammi ki rahat bhari saans aur ek aur karah
 sunai di) 

Ammi: (Gajendra se fisfisate) Shukr hai Khuda ka... ab jo shuru kiya tha poora kar... 

Gajendra: (muskurate) Khushi se 

Kareeb 20 minute baad mera phone baja— Ammi ka call tha. "Aao beta abhi," unhone kaha,
 awaaz saabit thi lekin thodi saans phooli hui si. 

Maine phir darwaza khatkhataya aur jab unhone khola to andar gaya. Ammi bahut 
khoobsurat lag rahi thi, lambi kaali zulfon ko khula chhoda hua, honthon par halka laal 
lipstick jo unke bhaare honthon ko aur nikhar de raha tha, simple towel mein bhi unka bhara
 jism saaf dikhai de raha tha. 

Kapda unki geeli chamdi se chipka hua tha, choochiyon ka ubhaar, kamar ka dubna, aur
 kamar ka failav— sab auratpan ki khushboo de raha tha. 

Woh hamesha se hi dilkash thi, lekin bina rumal ke woh aur qareeb, aur insani lag rahi thi
— baal chehre ke ird-gird naram lehron mein, kuchh taar abhi bhi nahane ke baad geele,
 taaza bebasiyat ki hawa de rahe the. 

Unki chamdi chamak rahi thi, shayad subah ke kaamon se, aankhon mein chamak thi jo 
maa wali mohabbat aur kuchh chhupa raaz mila rahi thi. 

Towel mushkil se unko sambhal raha tha, neeche ki narmi ka ishara de raha, taangein
 chamakti aur sakht, thoda sa cross kiye hue jab woh wazan badal rahi thi. 

Yeh nazara unko jawani ke poore rang mein dikha raha tha, bharosa aur chaahat bhari, ghar
 mein dekhi jaane wali parda-posh shakl se bilkul alag. 






Woh abhi bhi towel mein thi, bina rumal ke— kuchh jo maine kabhi nahi dekha tha. Ghar 
mein non-mahram mardon ke saamne baal hamesha dhak leti thi, hamare mazhab ki
 aadat, lekin yahan is khas jagah par woh qawaneen bhool gaye lag rahe the. 

Gajendra unke bagal mein khada tha, ungliyan dheere se naak par le ja kar soongh raha
 tha— wohi ungliyan jo kuchh minute pehle unki chut aur gaand ke andar thi. Hawa mein
 halki, qareebi boo thi. 

Humne ek doosre ko garamjosh se salaam kiya, baat-cheet aam si chal padi halanki
 neeche kuchh lahre thi. "Subah bakhair, beta," Ammi ne kaha, mujhe jaldi se gale 
lagate hue, towel mujhse ragad gaya. "Neend achhi aayi?" "Haan Ammi, bistar 
araamdeh tha," maine jawab diya, gale lagate hue. "Aur aap dono?" 

Gajendra muskuraya, mere kandhe par thapki dete hue. "Bacche ki tarah soya. Yeh 
jagah perfect hai— khamosh, koi rukawat nahi. Sirf teri khatkhatahat alag thi." 

Ammi halke se hanse. "Hum abhi tayyar ho rahe the. Neeche hotel ka nashta bahut 
achhi boo de raha hai. Bhookh lagi?" "Thodi si," maine kaha. "Ammi aap bahut achhi
 lag rahi hain. Araam se." 

Unhone thoda sharma kar kaha, "Shukriya beta. Thoda break mil gaya to achha lag raha.
" Gajendra bola, "Break ki baat karte hue, pool par chalte hain baad mein? Hotel ka 
private pool hai— hum teeno ke liye perfect unwind karne ke liye." 

Mujhe idea pasand aaya, chehra khil gaya. "Bahut achha lagega! Mujhe swimming bahut
 pasand hai." Ammi ne mujhe phir gale lagaya, baahon mein garamah. "Theek hai, maza
 aayega." 

Phir Gajendra aaya, hum dono ko bade bear hug mein le liya, baahen mujhe aur Ammi 
ko saath mein ghere hue. "Family time, sahi?" Isse Ammi bechain ho gayin, jism
 thoda sa tan gaya jab main bilkul wahan tha, is gale mein phansa hua. 





Gale lagate hue usne dheere se haath badha kar Ammi ki badi gaand pakdi, towel 
ke upar se nichoda— mere saamne yeh himmat bhara, khatarnak kaam. Main hairan 
reh gaya ki woh itne khule mein risk le rahe the, aankhein phail gayi. 

Kaise itne laaparwah ho sakte hain? Main kuchh inch door, unki halat mein tabdeeli
 mehsoos kar raha tha, saans ruk gayi thi. Yeh be-hud thi, haddon ko aise paar karna 
jo agar main galat react karun to sab toot sakta tha. 

Yeh himmat mujhe utsaahit bhi karti thi aur darati bhi thi— Gajendra apna daawa dikha
 raha tha, Ammi khatre ke bawajood ijazat de rahi thi. Yeh unki lat ka saboot tha, 
khwahish ne hoshyari ko maar diya, natije se andha kar diya. 

Ammi usko ishaaron se rok rahi thi— aankhein phailati, sir halka sa hilaati, haath dheere 
se uska haath hata rahi thi— lekin woh dheemi hanse, awaaz mein ghabrahat aur masti
 mila hua. 

"Sambhal ke, Gajendra," unhone fisfisaya, mujh par nazar daalte hue. "Abhi nahi." Woh 
hanse. "Kya? Sirf dostana gale lagana. Sahi na beta?" 

"Haan... bilkul," maine kaha, saath nibhate hue, halanki dimag daud raha tha. Ammi 
dheere se alag hui. 

"Bas, ab kaafi gale lagana. Beta, tu ja kar kuchh halka kapda pehen le? Hum jaldi neeche
 chalte hain." Maine un se rumal na pehnne ka sawaal nahi poocha— yeh sawaal dimag 
mein latka tha, lekin chhod diya, is naazuk sukoon ko bigadne ka dil nahi kiya. 





Jab main bahar nikla, Ammi ne darwaza band kiya. Patle lakdi ke darwaze ke paar unki
 baat sunai di, dhundhli lekin saaf. "Kya lagta hai usko humare baare mein pata hai?" 
Ammi ne bechain awaaz mein poocha. 

Gajendra ne tasalli di. "Shahida, relax karo. Woh abhi baccha hai— shayad sochta hai hum
 sab dost hain yahan. Agar shak bhi kare to kya kar sakta hai? Hum sambhal kar hain." 

"Lekin kabhi kabhi jis tarah dekhta hai... mujhe gunah mehsoos hota hai. Woh mera beta
 hai." 

"Gunah se teri mere liye feelings nahi badlengi. Idhar aao— mujhe gale lagaane de. 
Dekha? Sab theek hai." Unhone saans chhodi, shant hote hue. "Tum sahi kehte ho. Bas..
. theek hai." 

Us lamhe mujhe abbu ke liye dukh nahi hua; ajeeb tarah se mujhe Ammi ka abbu ko
 dhoka dena acha laga, unki chhupi zindagi ka khulna maza de raha tha. Main ek
 be-sharam beta ban gaya tha, unke dhoke mein khushi mehsoos kar raha tha bajaye
 ghar ki izzat bachane ke. 

Yeh acha lag raha tha, azadi jaisa, umeedon ke bojh se chutkara— unke gunahon mein
 shamil hona, us ladke ki bajaye jo roz paanch waqt ,,., padhta aur bina sawaal
 kiye hukm manta tha. 

Beta hone ke naate mujhe abbu ki izzat bachani chahiye thi, unko saamna karna 
chahiye tha, mazhab ki wafa aur izzat ke sabaq par amal karna chahiye tha. Lekin
 yeh chhupa ilm ka nasha, mujhe taqatwar mehsoos karana, usko hara deta tha. 

Main be-sharam tha haan— dekhna, madad karna, unke girne se maza lena. Yeh unki
 be-sharmi se milta tha, humein ek uljhe tareeke se bandh deta tha. Pavitra kitaabon 
mein maa-baap ki izzat ka zikr tha, lekin maine usko andhere mein badal diya, 
barbaadi mein sukoon dhoondh liya. 

Be-sharam hona azadi jaisa lag raha tha, us deendari se chutkara jo hum sabko
 bandhe rakhta tha, ghar ke chhupe sach ko bina pachtawe ke qubool karne deta tha. 

Phir hum hotel ke bahar swimming pool gaye, sirf hamare liye private area, oonche 
hedges aur umbrellas ke neeche lounge chairs se ghira hua. Paani chamak raha tha,
 hawa mein chlorine aur phoolon ki tazgi thi. 




 

Ammi ne halka neela dress pehna tha, bahut halka aur patla, jisme se uski choochiyan aur
 badi gaand saaf dikhai de rahi thi. Kapda uske curves se chipka hua tha aur sirf jaanghon
 tak pahunch raha tha, taangein poori nangi. 

Main soch raha tha ki usko sharam kyon nahi aati aise kapde pehen kar ek aise mard ke 
saamne jo uska shauhar nahi— hamare mazhab mein hamesha parda aur haya ki baat 
hoti hai, khas kar non-mahram mardon ke saamne, lekin yahan woh bilkul be-dar aur
 be-sharam thi. 

Main safed chhoti aur jungle-print shirt mein tha, casual aur paani ke liye tayyar. 
Gajendra ne bhi safed chhoti aur bina aasteen ki shirt pehni thi, uski baahen mazboot
 aur tambai rang ki. 








Ammi ne shuru kiya Gajendra ke saath lounge chair par baith kar, unche glass mein 
peela aam ka ras pee rahi thi, meetha aur taza. Woh dheeme se baatein kar rahe the
 jab main shallow end mein khelne chala gaya, paani mein chhapaak macha raha aur
 thande paani ka maza le raha. 

Door se dekha unko— sir paas paas, woh kuchh keh raha tha aur dono hanse. 

Kuchh minute baad Gajendra ne kaan mein kuchh kaha, dono uth gaye aur zameen 
ke neeche wale open secret room ki taraf chale, ek chhota cabana jaisa kamra 
jahan parda privacy ke liye tha. 

Main chupke se unke peeche gaya, curiosity mujhe kheench rahi thi. Ek potted plant
 ke peeche chhup kar aur paas aaya, dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha, aur andar jhaanka. 






Wahan woh dono the, gehre chumban kar rahe the, uske haath Ammi ki badi gaand 
pakde hue, patle dress ke upar se naram gosht ko nichod rahe the. Chumban joshila
 tha, zubaanen ek doosre se mili hui, uska jism us par daba hua jab woh aur zor se
 nichod raha tha, use thoda utha kar. 

Uski ungliyan gehri dhansi hui, maaliki aur sakht, gaand uske haathon ke neeche dab
 rahi thi, curves uski haathon mein bilkul fit. Yeh kachcha, bina filter ka ishq tha— 
uski taqat saaf dikhti thi kaise woh chumban ko control kar raha tha, Ammi ki dheemi
 karahen uske muh mein dab rahi thi. 

Yeh nazara mujhe bandh liya, dress thoda upar chadha, aur taangein dikhai, uske 
haath bina rok-tok ke ghoom rahe the. Dono ke jism ek saath hil rahe the, unke 
beech garmi badh rahi thi, bahar ki duniya se be-khabar.