Adultery Pyaari Mummy ko mausa ne fasaya

[Ruchika_Fantasy]

Uncle ne meri mom ki baat ko nazarandaz karte hue, badi besharmi aur dheemi awaaz mein kaha, "Arre bhabhi, meri baat toh suniye… main aapse koi galat demand nahi kar raha hoon. Mera matlab wo nahi tha jo aap samajh rahi hain, main aapse koi physical relationship nahi maang raha. Mujhe bas thoda… thoda relief chahiye, main bahut pareshan hoon."

Main darwaze ke peeche khada ye sab sun raha tha aur meri saansein tez ho gayi thi. Mere haath gusse ke maare mutthi ki tarah bhich gaye the. Wo insaan kitni safai se apni ghatiya mansooba (intentions) ko "relief" ka naam de raha tha! Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki meri hi family mein koi itna gir sakta hai.

Mom ne apni aankhen sakdi (narrowed her eyes) aur ek gehri saans lete hue pucha, "Tumhare kehne ka kya matlab hai? Saaf-saaf kaho, tum ye kaunsa 'relief' maang rahe ho jo sirf main tumhe de sakti hoon?"

Unki awaaz mein ab gusse se zyada ek tarah ki bezaari (annoyance) aur alertness thi. Wo shayad ye samajhne ki koshish kar rahi thi ki ye aadmi itni neechi baat par kyun utar aaya hai.

Main darwaze ke peeche khada bilkul pathhar ban gaya tha. Sannata itna tha ki mujhe meri apni dhadkanein, mere kaanon mein gunjti hui sunayi de rahi thi. Mera dimaag sunn ho raha tha—ek taraf meri Mom ki dignity thi, aur dusri taraf uncle ki wo ghatiya harkatein. Har pal guzarne ke saath mera gussa ek jwala-mukhi ki tarah phatne ke liye tayyar ho raha tha.

Uncle ne meri mummy ke taraf dekhte huye, badi hi behayayi se apni baat aage badhayi, "Bhabhi, main jaanta hoon ki humara sexual relationship hona galat hai aur samaj ise kabhi accept nahi karega... lekin tum meri majboori kyun nahi samajh rahi ho? Mujhe sirf thoda physical release chahiye. Hum pura sexual intercourse nahi karenge, tum sirf blowjob ya handjob se meri madad kar sakti ho na?"

Wo shabd jaise kisi teer ki tarah mere kaanon mein chubhe. Main darwaze ke peeche khada tha, aur mera pura shareer gusse ke maare kaanp raha tha. Mujhe laga jaise mere seene mein koi pathhar rakh diya gaya ho. Itni ghatiya aur gandi soch? Wo aadmi, jise main aaj tak izzat ki nazron se dekhta tha, ab meri nazron mein ek keeda ban chuka tha.

Meri mom, jo abhi tak shanti se baithi thi, unka chehra gusse se tamtama utha tha. Main bas ye dekhna chahta tha ki kya wo abhi bhi chup rahengi, ya phir mere sabr ka baandh tootne ka waqt aa gaya hai.

Mom ne ek pal ki bhi deri nahi ki aur turant, ek kaatne wali teekhi awaaz mein jawab diya, "No way! Tumhe lagta hai ki main tumhare liye ye sab karungi? Ek toh tum itni ghatiya baat soch kaise sakte ho, aur upar se mujhse umeed rakh rahe ho? Tumhe shayad pata nahi hai, par main apne pati—tumhare bhaisahab—ke saath bhi in sab cheezon mein involve nahi hoti. Ye sab cheezein mere liye meri dignity aur shadi ki pavitrata (sanctity) ke khilaaf hain."

Unki awaaz mein ab gussa saaf jhalak raha tha. Unhone kursi se uthte hue kaha, "Tumhara dimag kharab ho gaya hai aur tumhari soch gandi ho chuki hai. Aise khayalat laate hue tumhe sharam aani chahiye!"

Main darwaze ke peeche khada ye sab sun kar andar se ek relief mehsoos kar raha tha, par gussa abhi bhi waisa hi tha. Mere uncle ki wo shakal, jo abhi bhi wahan besharmi se khade the, mujhe saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Mujhe laga ki ab yahi sahi mauka hai—ek aur minute rukna matlab apni maa ki insult hone dena hai.

Mujhe Papa ke liye bahut bura lag raha tha. Wo insaan, jo din-raat mehnat karke ghar chalate hain, unke baare mein Mom ki ye baat sunkar mujhe samajh aa gaya ki unke rishte mein kitni gehri khamoshi hai. Lekin saath hi, main hairan bhi tha—balki thoda sa dare hue bhi—ki Mom abhi bhi is ghatiya insaan ke saath baat kyun kar rahi hain?

Kyun wo use wahan se nikaal nahi rahi thin? Kyun wo abhi bhi uske ajeeb aur gande sawalon ka jawab de rahi thin? Mujhe laga ki shayad Mom ke andar bhi koi darr hai, ya phir wo is situation ko handle karne ka koi aur tarika soch rahi hain. Mera dimaag tezi se chal raha tha—kya mujhe abhi bahar jana chahiye, ya phir thoda aur sunna chahiye ki ye baat kahan tak jaati hai?

Mom ne ek kadwa aur dard bhara hansna hansa, jaise wo kisi gehre afsos mein doobi hon. Unhone thoda chillate hue kaha, "Aur tumhari himmat kaise hui ye sab bolne ki? Tumhe zara bhi ehsaas hai ki tum kya keh rahe ho? Hum ek hi ghar mein hain, aur agli hi room mein mera beta so raha hai—ya shayad ab tak uth gaya ho. Tumhari ye ghatiya harkatein mere ghar ki, aur mere bete ki izzat ke kitni kareeb hain, ye tum soch bhi nahi sakte!"

Main darwaze ke peeche jam gaya tha. Meri saansein ruk si gayi thin jab maine apna naam is ghatiya guftagu mein suna. Mom ka darr aur gussa dono ab saaf mehsoos ho rahe the. Lekin unke lafzon mein ek ajeeb sa dard bhi tha—shayad is baat ka ki unke apne ghar mein, unhe apni hi izzat ke liye itna larna pad raha hai. Mera gussa ab ek aise point par aa gaya tha jahan chup rehna namumkin tha.

Uncle ne bade hi confidence aur thande dimag se jawab diya, "Rahul ki chinta mat karo, bhabhi. Wo apne laptop mein itna busy hai ki use bahar ki duniya ka hosh hi nahi hai. Maine abhi-abhi check kiya tha, wo apne room mein hi hai aur tab tak bahar nahi niklega jab tak tum use lunch ke liye nahi bulaogi. Humare paas kaafi time hai, koi nahi aane wala."

Ye sunte hi mere shareer mein ek jhatka sa laga. Toh iska matlab sahi tha thodi der pehle uncle hi the jo mere room ke bahar the, wo pehle hi mere room ke bahar aa chuke the? Wo mujh par nazar rakh rahe the? Ye jaankar ki wo mere itne kareeb ghoom rahe the, meri aankhon ke saamne andhera chhane laga.

Mom ka chehra ab gusse se lal pad raha tha, aur main... main ab aur intezar nahi kar sakta tha. Meri mutthiyan itni zor se bichi hui thin ki mere naakhun hatheliyon mein chubh rahe the.

Uncle ki baat bilkul sach thi. Puri garmiyon ki chhuttiyan maine apne kamre ki chaar diwari mein hi kaid reh kar bita di thi. Bahar ki duniya, dhoop aur doston se mera koi wasta nahi tha. Main apne room mein itna kho gaya tha ki main aksar paani ki bottles aur chips ke packets andar hi stock karke rakh leta tha taaki mujhe bar-bar bahar na aana pade.

Meri aadat ban chuki thi—main tabhi room se bahar kadam rakhta tha jab Mom mujhe khane ke liye bulati thin. Lekin aaj, wahi aadat mere liye ek pinjre jaisi ban gayi thi. Mere hi ghar mein, mere hi kamre mein, main ek aisa gawah ban chuka tha jise uncle ne "safe" samajh liya tha. Unka ye andaza ki main "busy" hoon, mere andar ek ajeeb sa darr aur gussa bhar raha tha. Mujhe ehsaas hua ki main kitni gehri galti kar raha tha jo is sab se itna door aur alag-thalag ho gaya tha.

Uncle ne ek baar phir se wahi ghatiya binti (pleading) ki, "Bhabhi, please... meri baat samjho. Main jaanta hoon ki main kya keh raha hoon, par main bahut bechain hoon. Meri majboori hai, aur tum meri bhabhi ho, tumse behtar mujhe aur kaun samajh sakta hai? Please, meri madad karo."

Unki awaaz mein ek tarah ki darindgi (depravity) thi. Wo jaise kisi darr mein nahi, balki ek aisi hawas mein the jahan unhe sahi-galat ka farq hi mit gaya tha. Wo meri Mom ke itne kareeb chale gaye the ki unki presence hi kamre ki hawa ko bhari aur gandi kar rahi thi.

Main wahan darwaze ki darar se dekh raha tha—ek taraf meri Mom thi, jo ek ajeeb si chuppi aur tension mein thi, aur dusri taraf wo insaan, jo rishton ki saari maryadaein todne par utaaru tha. Mere haath gusse se kaanp rahe the. Ek pal ke liye mujhe laga ki shayad Mom dar gayi hain, ya phir wo ye samajh nahi pa rahi hain ki is situation ko kaise handle karein.

Tabhi mujhe ehsaas hua ki agar maine abhi kuch nahi kiya, toh shayad main khud ko kabhi maaf nahi kar paunga. Mera gussa ab mere control se bahar ho raha tha.

Mujhse ab aur intezaar nahi ho raha tha. Main ye dekhne ke liye tadap raha tha ki aakhir andar chal kya raha hai, isliye main dabe paon (quietly) apne kamre se bahar nikla. Jaise maine pehle bataya, mera kamra kitchen ke bilkul bagal mein tha, aur beech mein ek central passage (raasta) tha.

Is passage ki deewaron par safed tiles lagi hui thi, jo mirror ki tarah kaam kar rahi thi. Main jab passage mein khada hua, toh saamne wali deewar ki reflection mein mujhe kitchen ka saaf nazara dikh raha tha. Main wahan se chupchap dekh sakta tha ki andar kya chal raha hai—bina kisi ke notice mein aaye.

Reflection mein jo maine dekha, usne meri rooh kaanp di. Mom wahan khadi thi, aur Uncle... unke itne kareeb the ki wo scene dekh kar hi mere andar ghrina (disgust) ki ek lehar daud gayi. Mere liye ye dekhna aur bhi mushkil tha ki Mom ka reaction kya hai, kyunki wo mirror mein unke chehre ke expressions bilkul saaf dikh rahe the.

Main bohot ehtiyaat se apne room se bahar nikla, jaise koi shikaari apne shikaar par nazar rakh raha ho. Mere pairon ki aahat tak nahi hui. Main dheere se jhuk kar (crouch) us jagah baith gaya jahan se passage ki tiles ka angle bilkul sahi tha.

Jaise hi main sahi position mein aaya, mirror jaise tiles ne poore kitchen ka reflection mere saamne khol kar rakh diya. Main wahan se unhe saaf dekh sakta tha, lekin wo mujhe nahi dekh sakte the.

Uncle abhi bhi Mom ke itne kareeb khade the ki unke beech ka fasla khatam hone ki kagar par tha. Main apni saansein roke hue tha, mera dil mere seene mein zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Main bas ye dekh raha tha ki kya Mom piche hatengi, ya phir situation koi aur hi mod lene wali hai. Woh reflection mere liye jaise ek badi screen ban gayi thi, jahan har ek minute ki tension aur ghatiya harkat saaf nazar aa rahi thi.

Uncle ne apni hadd paar kar di thi. Unhone bade hi dheet aur gande tarike se kaha, "Bhabhi, bas ek baar ki baat hai. Please, meri madad karo. Agar tum blowjob ya handjob nahi karna chahti, toh itna toh kar sakti ho na? Tum bas chup-chap khadi raho, aur main... main bas tumhare saath rub (ragad) kar ke apna relief paa lunga. Koi kuch nahi jaan payega, aur tumhari dignity bhi bani rahegi."

Wo mere ghar ke kitchen mein khade hokar, meri maa se aisi gandi demand kar rahe the jaise ye koi mamuli si baat ho.

Main wahan tiles ke reflection mein dekh raha tha, aur meri rage (gussa) ek volcano ki tarah phatne ko taiyar thi. Meri mutthiyan itni kas chuki thi ki meri ungliyon mein dard ho raha tha. Mom abhi bhi wahan khadi thi, lekin unka chehra ab aur bhi zada sakht (stern) ho gaya tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise wo kisi ke darr se nahi, balki us insaan ki ghatiya soch par taras kha rahi hon aur saath hi gusse mein bhi hon.

Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha—ab aur chup rehna namumkin tha. Meri maa ki khamoshi shayad isliye thi kyunki wo abhi bhi yakeen nahi kar pa rahi thi ki koi itna gir sakta hai.

Mom ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa bhram (confusion) aur ghin ka bhav tha. Unhone apni aankhon ko sikod kar aur awaaz ko dhimi lekin khatarnak tarike se thanda rakhte hue pucha, "Tumhare kehne ka kya matlab hai? Tumhe kya lagta hai, tum kaun si duniya mein reh rahe ho? Tumhare dimaag mein ye ghatiya aur gair-zimmedarana khayal aaye bhi kaise ki main tumhare liye ek object ban kar khadi rahungi?"

Unki awaaz mein ab koi darr nahi tha, balki ek aisi teekhi chahat thi ki wo is insaan ko uski auqat dikha dein. Main passage mein chupa hua, tiles ke reflection mein ye sab dekh raha tha. Mom ki woh "puzzled" look asli mein unke andar bhare hue gusse aur hairani ka mishran thi ki kaise unka apna hi devar itni neech harkat par utar aaya hai.

Uncle ka chehra, jo ab tak ek alag hi dhithai (shamelessness) se bhara hua tha, Mom ki is reaction se thoda sa ladkhada gaya. Wo shayad ummeed kar rahe the ki Mom darr jayengi ya confuse ho jayengi, lekin Mom ka sawal unke liye ek seedha thappad jaisa tha.

Uncle ne ek khatarnak kadam uthaya. Wo bilkul Mom ke kareeb aa gaye aur apne dono haath unke kandhon (shoulders) par rakh diye. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si darindgi thi, jaise wo kisi shikaar ko jakadne ki koshish kar rahe hon. Unhone dheemi, magar thandi awaaz mein kaha, "Bhabhi, tum bas wahan khadi ho jao... us cooking area ki taraf munh karke. Kuch karne ki zaroorat nahi hai, bas khadi raho."

Main tiles ke reflection mein dekh raha tha ki Mom ka shareer ek pal ke liye stiff ho gaya. Unke kandhon par wo haath, mere liye kisi zeher se kam nahi the. Main apni jagah par jam gaya tha, meri saansein tez ho rahi thi aur mera dil aise dhadak raha tha jaise wo mere seene ko cheer kar bahar nikal aayega.

Uncle ki ye harkat—haath rakhna aur phir use 'khade rehne' ka instruction dena—ye sab ek aise level par tha jahan se wapsi ka koi raasta nahi bacha tha. Wo meri Mom ki izzat ke saath khilwaad kar rahe the aur main wahan tiles ke reflection mein ye sab dekh kar andar hi andar gusse se jal raha tha.

Mera sabr ka baandh ab toot chuka tha. Mujhe samajh aa gaya tha ki agar maine abhi intervene nahi kiya, toh main kabhi khud ko maaf nahi kar paunga.

Uncle ne meri Mom ke kandhon ko mazbooti se pakda aur unhe ghumakar kitchen platform ki taraf kar diya, jahan gas aur bartan rakhe hue the. Wo meri Mom ki marzi ke khilaf unhe force kar rahe the. Main wahan passage mein chupa hua, un safed tiles ki reflection mein ye sab dekh raha tha—kaise wo meri Maa ko ek object ki tarah treat kar rahe the.

Mom ka shareer puri tarah akad chuka tha. Unki gardan par main unke gusse aur darr ki nasen (veins) phoolti hui dekh sakta tha. Uncle ke haath unke kandhon par the aur wo unhe apne se chipakne ke liye majboor kar rahe the. Reflection mein, main unka wo ghatiya chehra dekh sakta tha jo kisi shikaari ki tarah chamak raha tha.

Mera khoon khaul raha tha. Mera haath apne aap hi paas rakhi ek bhaari cheez ki taraf badha. Main ab aur nahi dekh sakta tha. Mom ki izzat, unki majboori, aur uncle ki darindgi—sab ek hi pal mein mere saamne thi. Maine faisla kar liya tha ki ab chahe kuch bhi ho, main is waqt kitchen ke andar daud kar jaunga aur is ghatiya insaan ko uski asli jagah dikhaunga.

Uncle ne meri Mom ke peeche khade hokar, ek aisi awaaz mein kaha jo darindgi se bhari thi, "Chinta mat karo bhabhi, main bas tumhare peeche se dry humping karunga. Isme na toh koi direct contact hoga aur na hi kuch galat. Tum bas wahan khadi raho aur mujhe relief milne do."

Wo Mom ke itne kareeb the ki unki har harkat ek hamla lag rahi thi. Mom, jo abhi tak is shock mein thi ki unka devar itna gir sakta hai, wo ab puri tarah sakht (stiff) ho chuki thin. Unke haathon ki mutthiyan kitchen ke platform par is zor se bhichi thi ki unki ungliyan safed pad gayi thi.

Main passage mein chupa hua ye sab dekh raha tha—mere saamein wo reflection tha jisme ek aisi ghatiya harkat ho rahi thi jise main soch bhi nahi sakta tha. Mere andar ka wo darr, jo ab tak tha, ab puri tarah gusse mein badal chuka tha. Mere liye ab ye sirf ek 'kahani' nahi rahi thi, ye meri maa ki izzat ka sawal tha.

Maine apne danton ko bhicha aur dabe paon utha. Ab aur ek pal ka wait karna matlab Mom ki izzat ke saath khilwaad ko manzoori dena tha.

Uncle ne meri Mom ki kamar (waist) ko apne mazboot haathon se jakad liya aur unhe apni taraf kheench kar apne groin area ko unke buttocks ke bilkul sata diya. Wo wahan khade hokar dry humping shuru kar chuke the. Sabse zyada hairan karne wali aur dil todne wali baat ye thi ki meri Mom—jo abhi tak itni tezi se react kar rahi thi—ab bilkul shant thin. Na unhone koi protest kiya, na hi wo wahan se hili.

Main wahan passage mein tiles ki reflection mein ye sab dekh raha tha, aur meri aankhon ke aage andhera chha gaya. Mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, aur mere kaan sunn ho gaye the. Kyun? Mom kyun chup thin? Kya wo darr gayi thin, ya phir... is situation ne unhe puri tarah se tod diya tha?

Mera gussa jo ab tak jwala-mukhi ban kar ubal raha tha, ab ek thande aur gehri chot pahunchane wale dard mein badal chuka tha. Mere liye ye dekhna ki meri Maa itni majboor ho chuki hain ki wo apni izzat ke khilaf ho rahi is harkat ka virodh nahi kar paa rahi thin, mere liye kisi maut se kam nahi tha. Maine apni mutthiyan itni zor se bichi thin ki mere naakhun hatheli mein chubhne lage the.

Maine wahan se uthne ki koshish ki, lekin mere pair kaam nahi kar rahe the. Main wahi jam gaya tha, bas us tiles ke mirror mein dekh raha tha ki kaise ek insaan itni neechi harkat par utar aaya hai aur meri Maa kahan khadi hain.

Mom ne aakhirkaar apni khamoshi todi, lekin unki awaaz mein koi ladai nahi, balki ek gehri laachaari (helplessness) thi. Unhone dheere se kaha, "Please... ruk jao. Kya hoga agar Rahul yahan aa gaya toh? Wo kabhi bhi bahar aa sakta hai."

Us waqt, jab main wahan passage mein chupa hua tha, mujhe laga ki Mom ka darr sirf us ghatiya insaan ke liye nahi, balki mere liye hai. Wo shayad ye soch rahi thin ki agar main ye sab dekh loon, toh mujh par kya beetegi. Lekin unka ye kehne ka tarika—jaise wo ise rokne ke bajaye bas 'waqt' ki chinta kar rahi thin—mere dimaag mein sawaalon ka bavar khada kar gaya. Kya wo asli mein dar rahi thin, ya kya wo mujhe is sab se bachane ki koshish kar rahi thin?

Uncle ne ek behudi hasi hansi aur kaha, "Rahul? Wo apne room mein hai, aur tumne hi kaha tha ki wo tab tak bahar nahi aayega jab tak tum use bulaogi nahi. Isliye, tension mat lo."

Jaise hi usne ye kaha, meri rage (gussa) ek naye level par pahunch gayi. Uncle ko lag raha tha ki wo sab control kar rahe hain, lekin unhe ye nahi pata tha ki main wahan sirf 10 kadam ki doori par khada, unka har ek kadam dekh raha tha. Mere liye ab ye sirf ek confrontation nahi, balki apni Maa aur apni dignity ko bachaane ki ek jang ban gayi thi.

Yeh sunkar mere shareer mein jaise bijli daud gayi. Mere haath-pair thande pad gaye, lekin gussa itna zyada tha ki main apni jagah se hil bhi nahi pa raha tha.

Uncle ki awaaz mein wo darindgi aur besharmi saaf jhalak rahi thi. Unhone bade hi aaram se kaha, "Chinta mat karo bhabhi. Main apni ek aankh uske kamre ke darwaze par rakhe hue hoon... inhi tiles ke reflection mein mujhe sab dikh raha hai. Rahul apne laptop mein ghusa hua hai, use thodi na pata chalega ki bahar kya chal raha hai. Hum yahan puri tarah safe hain."

Main wahan passage mein zameen par jhuka hua, apni saansein roke hue tha. Us pal mujhe ehsaas hua ki main sirf ek spectator nahi hoon—wo meri hi 'majboori' ka faayda utha kar meri Maa ki izzat ke saath khilwaad kar raha tha. Unhone mujhe itna kamzor samajh rakha tha ki wo meri hi maujoodgi ko apni safety ka proof bana rahe the.

Ye jaanna ki wo meri har movement par nazar rakhe hue the, mere gusse ko ek naye level par le gaya. Main wahan se unhe saaf dekh raha tha, aur wo tiles mein mere kamre ke darwaze ko. Aisa lag raha tha jaise main kisi buri sapne (nightmare) mein hoon, jahan sab kuch saaf dikh raha hai par main kuch bol nahi pa raha hoon.

Uncle ne bade hi dheet aur besharam andaaz mein kaha, "Bas thodi der aur, bhabhi... mera bahut jaldi nikal jayega (cum kar jaunga). Phir hum dono normal ho jayenge, jaise kuch hua hi na ho."

Unka har ek shabd jaise mere kaan mein zeher ki tarah ghul raha tha. Main wahan passage mein chupa hua, tiles ke reflection mein dekh raha tha—unka wo chehra jo hawas aur darindgi se bhara hua tha. Mom, jo abhi bhi wahan khadi thi, unka chehra ek patthar jaisa ho gaya tha.

Mujhe ab samajh aa gaya tha ki agar maine abhi action nahi liya, toh main zindagi bhar khud ko maaf nahi kar paunga. Mera gussa ab mere control se bahar tha. Maine apne haathon mein wo bhari frying pan pakda, apni saansein gehri ki, aur faisla kar liya.

Ab aur chup rehne ka waqt nahi tha. Main bina koi awaaz kiye apni jagah se utha, aur kitchen ke darwaze ki taraf badhne laga. Mere dil ki dhadkan itni tez thi ki mujhe laga shayad wo meri awaaz sun lenge, par mera focus sirf ek cheez par tha: apni Maa ko is ghatiya insaan se aazad karana.

Mom ke munh se nikle ye shabd jaise mere jism mein ek bijli bankar daude. Main wahan passage mein, un tiles ki reflection mein dekh raha tha—Mom ke chehre par wo dard aur woh laachaari, jo ab aur bhi zyada saaf dikh rahi thi.

Mom ne kambakti aur darr se bhari awaaz mein kaha, "Main yakeen nahi kar sakti ki hum ye sab kar rahe hain! Ye kitna galat hai... kitna ganda..."
Lekin unke lafzon mein jitna virodh tha, unka shareer utna hi majboor dikh raha tha. Uncle ne ek pal ke liye bhi apni pakad dheeli nahi ki. Wo us darindgi ke peak par the, aur Mom ki baaton ko nazarandaz karte hue bas apne hi matlab mein lage hue the. Wo "wrong" shabd jaise hawa mein gunj raha tha, aur main wahan tiles ke reflection mein ye sab dekh kar andar se toot raha tha.

Meri aankhon mein aasu the, gusse se bhare hue. Kaise meri maa, jise main duniya ki sabse strong aur pavitra aurat maanta tha, aaj is ghatiya insaan ke chhangul mein fassi hui thi? Aur sabse badi baat—kya wo sach mein majboor thin, ya phir kuch aur tha jo main nahi samajh pa raha tha?