Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 32


Ye naya mazboot aadmi kaun hai jo meri mom mein interest
dikha raha hai?



Jab woh dono kamre mein halki roshni mein chumban kar rahe the, jism ek doosre se chipke hue 
jaldi aur haram garmi mein uljhe hue the, Gajendra ka phone uske phenke hue pant ki jeb se zor
 se baj utha. Tez awaaz hawa mein kaat kar aayi jaise koi naa-khwahish mehman, vibration zor
 se chal rahi thi. 

Ammi ne peeche nahi hati; balki chumban aur gehra kar diya, haath uske kandhon par jakad kar 
jaise use wahan hi rokna chahti ho, honth bhookhe hue uske honthon par hil rahe the, saans
 dheemi aur zarurat bhari. 

Woh rukawat ko nazarandaaz karne par tulli thi, jism aur paas jhuk kar, ek taang uski raan par
 lapet kar chupke se keh rahi thi jaari rakho. Gajendra ne naraazgi se karaha aur majboori se 
chumban toda, neeche haath daal kar phone nikaala jabki ek haath uski kamar par tha. 






Usne screen dekha, chehra josh se badal kar chidchida ho gaya. “Yeh mera associate hai—kaam ka
 emergency,” woh budbudaya, swipe kar ke uthaya. “Haan, kya hai?” Awaaz tez aur professional
 ho gayi jab woh sun raha tha, kuch kadam door chal kar Ammi se alag, jo wahan khadi use dekh
 rahi thi khwahish aur bechaini ke milaap se. 

Usne baahon ko seene par baandh liya, honth abhi bhi chumban se sooje hue, aankhein uske
 jism ki lakeeron par phirti hui jab woh tez awaaz mein kisi urgent deal ke baare mein baat kar 
raha tha jo intezaar nahi kar sakti. “Theek hai, main bees minute mein pahunchta hoon. 
Documents tayyar rakhna.” Usne sigh kar ke phone band kiya, palat kar uski taraf aaya. 

“Mujhe maaf karna, Shahida,” usne kaha, use phir se paas kheench kar chhoti si maafi bhari
 chumban di. “Kaam bulawa raha hai. Ek bada client unexpected meeting ke liye—ruk nahi sakta. 
Jaldi hi sab theek karunga, waada.” Uske haath uski kamar par ruke, dheere se nichoda jaise 
chhuane ki yaad chhodna chahta ho. 

Ammi ne thoda muh fula liya, ungliyan uske seene par pherti hui. “Itni jaldi? Hum to abhi shuru 
hue the.” Lekin usne sar hila diya, uski duniya ki majbooriyan samajhte hue, chahe dil dukhi ho.
 Gajendra ne jaldi kapde pehne, shirt aur pant mein daakhil hue, aakhri chumban maatha par de
 kar darwaze ki taraf chala. 

“Mere liye khoobsurat bane rehna,” woh fisfisaya, phir chala gaya, darwaza click se band hua, 
kamra achanak thanda aur khali sa lag raha tha. 

Ammi thodi der wahan khadi rahi, band darwaze ko dekhti hui, kandhe jhuk gaye jab haqiqat 
samajh aayi. Usne dheemi saans li, haathon se baalon mein pherti hui jo unke kaam se bikhere 
hue the. Chehre par jaga hua josh ab mit gaya, jagah le li ek chuppi udaasi ne jo aankhon ko door
 door kar deti thi aur harkatein dheemi. 

Woh khidki ke paas chali gayi, neeche hotel ke swimming pool ko dekhti hui, paani dopahar ke 
suraj mein chamak raha tha jaise koi laalach bhara jannat. Kuch minute baad woh kamre se
 nikal kar poolside gayi, kinare ke paas ek alag lounge chair chuni, door door se door dusre 
mehmanon se jo paani mein khel rahe the. 

Woh pet ke bal let gayi, robe thoda khul gaya swimsuit ke neeche ke curves dikha kar, baahen 
sar ke neeche takiya banakar. Suraj ne jism garam kiya, lekin chehra udaas raha— bhaun sikudi 
hui, honth patle line mein, jaise bojh bhare khayalon mein khoyi hui. 

Woh sach mein udaas lag rahi thi, jaise khwahish ke beech chhod di gayi aurat, jism aaram se 
lekin dimag toofaan mein. Pool ka halka lahar aur door door chidiyon ki awaaz ne uske badal ko
 nahi hataaya; woh kabhi kabhi hilti, gehri saans leti, ungliyan chair ke kapde par bekaar 
lakeerein khinchti. 

Jab main hallway ke andhere mein chhupne ki jagah se door chala, dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha
 tha jo maine dekha tha, ek aadmi achanak mere saamne aa gaya, raasta rok kar. Woh ganja
 tha, sir chamakta hua hotel ki roshni mein, moti safed daadi jo sakht lekin curious chehre ko 
ghere hue thi. 

Jism mota tha, authority ka hava, tailored suit mein— gehra navy kapda jo chaudi kandhon 
aur seene se chipka, safed shirt aur halke sone ke taar wali silk tie. 

Gold watch cuff se jhalak raha tha, jootey chamde ke polished, jo daulat aur dekhbhal 
dikhaate the. Woh ameer lag raha tha, bilkul— woh daulat jo jaaydaadon se aati hai, crore
 ke deals, luxury ke girdab mein bina dikhawe ke. 

Yeh aadmi sirf ameer nahi tha; woh chuppi taqat dikhaata tha kisi ka jo empires chalata hai,
 shayad yeh hotel uska hai, real estate ya businesses jo shahron tak faili hui. 

Main soch sakta tha usko boardroom mein, haath mila kar contract seal karte, faisle jo sau 
logon ki zindagi badalte. Yeh ehsaas zor se laga: agar yeh jagah uski hai to daulat bohot 
badi hogi, saalon ki chalaki, rishton ke jaal, aur shayad thodi be-rahmi se bani. Main hairan
 ho gaya, muh sookh gaya jab usko dekha, soch raha kitna jaanta hai yeh apne hotel ke 
mehmanon ke baare mein. 

Main (Zaid): (pool area mein idhar udhar dekhte, pehle us aadmi ko notice nahi kiya) Uh, 
hello? Kya main aapko jaanta hoon? 

Mr. Vijay: (garam muskurahat, haath milane ke liye badhaya, casual hotel polo shirt mein)
 Nahi beta, tum nahi jaante. Lekin main khud ko introduce kar loon. Main Vijay Sharma 
hoon, is shandaar hotel ka maalik. Kabhi kabhi mehmanon se khud milna pasand hai— 
stay ko khaas bana deta hai. Aur tum? 

Main: (halke se haath milate) Oh, achha. Main Zaid hoon. Aap se mil kar khushi hui, Mr. 
Vijay. 

Mr. Vijay: Zaid? Mazboot naam. To batao, kya laaya tumhe hamare is chhote jannat mein? 
Family ke saath chhutti? Kaam? Ya shehar ki bhaag-daud se bachne? 

Main: Haan, zyadatar chhutti. Mujhe aur Ammi ko break chahiye tha. Yahan ka pool bahut 
achha hai— bohot aaram deta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Sun kar achha laga! Humne bohot mehnat ki hai isko best banane mein. Italy se
 tiles aaye, infinity edge garden ki taraf. Tum zyada tairte ho? Ya chair par letne wale? 

Main: Thoda dono. Pehle taira, ab aaram kar raha. Aapne yeh jagah kab se sambhali? Bohot 
shandaar lagti hai. 






Mr. Vijay: Lagbhag das saal ho gaye. Chhote boutique se shuru kiya, ab yeh khoobsurat bana diya.
 Busy rakhta hai, lekin pyar hai. Tum jaise interesting logon se milna fayda hai. Batao Zaid, 
wahan poolside chair par pet ke bal soyi hui woh khoobsurat aurat kaun hai turquoise dress 
mein? Bohot sukoon se lag rahi hai. 

Main: (dekha, notice kiya woh uski badi gaand ko ghoor raha hai jo position se aur ubhar rahi 
thi) Uh... haan, woh meri Ammi hai. Kyon? 

Mr. Vijay: (aankhein ek second zyada ruki phir wapas) Tumhari Ammi? Sach mein? Tees ke upar 
nahi lagti. Aapke family ke achhe genes honge. Woh bhi enjoy kar rahi hai stay? 

Main: Haan. Woh thodi der se wahan so rahi hai— kaha suraj achha lag raha hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Samajh sakta hoon. Woh dress us par bilkul fit hai— pool tiles ke saath turquoise, 
jaise zameen par pari. Lekin ruk, yeh sach mein tumhari Ammi hai? Tum dono umar mein itna
 farq nahi lagta. 

Main: (awkward hasi) Haan, bilkul meri Ammi. Shahida. Main 18 ka hoon, woh... usse zyada 
umar ki. Aisa log kehte rahte hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Shahida— khoobsurat naam. Aur tum Zaid... '. lagta hai? Tum log _ ho? 

Main: Haan. Kaafi traditional family se, lekin hum cool hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Achha. Woh bilkul sundar hai, Zaid. So rahi ho tab bhi chamak rahi hai. Umeed hai
 keh sakta hoon— kya tumhare mazhab mein aise tareef allowed hai, ya ruk jaun? 

Main: Nahi, theek hai. Tareef to chalti hai. Woh aadi hai shayad. 

Mr. Vijay: Achha jaana. Mere culture mein khoobsurti ko khule dil se qadar karte hain— yeh 
Khuda ki den hai. Tumhari Ammi mein woh be-misaal laawani hai. Kya usne hamara spa try
 kiya? Oil massage jo usko rani jaisa mehsoos karwaye. 

Main: Abhi nahi, lekin shayad. Hum sirf do din se hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Use manao. Ab batao— isme tumhare abbu kahan hain? Baad mein aa rahe hain, 
ya...? 

Main: Woh Mumbai mein hain. Kaam ki wajah se nahi aa sake. Is baar sirf main aur Ammi. 

Mr. Vijay: Mumbai, haan? Busy shehar. Afsoos unhone nahi aaye— family time zaroori hai. 
Lekin tum dono ke liye zyada bonding. Woh tum dono ke bina kaise hain? 

Main: Theek hain, roz call karte hain check karne. 

Mr. Vijay: Achha aadmi lagte hain. Lekin sach kahu Zaid, tumhari Ammi... usme ek alag 
aura hai. Woh kaisi hai? Kaam karti hai, ya ghar sambhalne wali? 

Main: Zyadatar ghar sambhalti hai, lekin active hai— kabhi masjid mein volunteer karti hai,
 khana banana pasand. Itne sawaal kyon? 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate) Rok nahi paata— dilchaspi ho gayi. Ek sundar _ aurat apne 
bete ke saath... yeh dilkash hai. Woh single hai? Ruk, tumne abbu ka zikr kiya— 
shadi-shuda, haan? 

Main: Haan, shadi-shuda. Lekin woh cool hai, apne tareeke se azad. 

Mr. Vijay: Azad auratein sabse achhi. Bet uske paas kahaniyan hongi. Woh tairti bhi hai ya 
sirf leti hai? 

Main: Thoda tairti hai, lekin relax pasand. Poolside kitab padhna. 

Mr. Vijay: Padhne wali? Smart aur sundar— jackpot. Jaante ho, maalik hone ke naate main
 private dinner arrange kar sakta hoon agar usko hotel ki history mein dilchaspi ho. 

Main: Uh, shayad. Lekin woh chill hai. 

Woh thoda jhuka, safed daadi hilti hui muskurahat ke saath. “Woh kaafi khaas aurat lagti 
hai. Aur batao uske baare mein— kya karti hai? Chhutti par hai ya kaam? Uski maujoodgi
 itni shaandaar hai; office ki khidki se pool dekh kar notice kar liya.” 

Uske sawaal ek ke baad ek aaye, dheere lekin zid se: hum kitne din se hain? Hotel ki 
cheezein pasand aayi? Naam kya? Pasandida shauq? Saaf tha usko usme dilchaspi thi,
 aankhein chamki jab maine Shahida ka naam liya aur family ke prati wafadari batayi. 

Usne umar poochi, background, shaadi-shuda hai ya nahi— family ke baare mein curiosity
 ke naam par— lekin details par rukna, tareef indirectly, gehri dilchaspi dikha raha tha. 

“Aisi aurat jahan bhi jaaye sar ghuma deti hogi,” usne kaha, awaaz mein qadar. “Mazboot, 
laawani— aisi shaan kam hi dikhti hai.” Yeh sawaalon ki bauchhaar ne mujhe bechain kiya,
 phir bhi uski himmat ne intrigue kiya. 

Main wahan khada tha, nahi jaanta rokna chahiye— beech mein bolun, bahana banaun, 
Ammi ko door karun— ya use paas jaane doon. Ek taraf woh ajnabi tha, hamare mazhab
 mein bahar walon se hoshiyari sikhayi jaati hai, khaas kar shaadi-shuda auraton mein 
dilchaspi dikhane walon se. Dusri taraf, ek badi curiosity ubhar rahi thi. 

Mere khayal toofaan mein the. Jab se Gajendra business trip par chala gaya, Ammi ko 
adhura chhod kar, shayad use kisi aur mard se chudai ki zarurat hai. 

Yeh khayal mere dimag mein ghus gaya jaise zid bhari fisfisahat, har second zor se. 
Gajendra ne usme kuchh jaaga diya, meri deendar Ammi ko khwahishon se bhari aurat 
bana diya, jism ko woh sakht, ghalib chhuwan chahiye jo woh deta tha. Uske bina woh 
poolside itni udaas lag rahi thi, curves dikha rahi jaise tawajjoh maang rahi ho. 

Shayad Mr. Vijay, apni daulat aur hukumat bhari shakhsiyat se, woh khali jagah bhar de— 
use zor zor se thoke, karahen hotel mein goonjaye. Khayal ubhar rahe the: usko uske desk 
par jhukaya, haath badi gaand par, chut ya gaand mein gehra dhakke, cheekhen hawa mein. 

Yeh bimaar tha, galat, mera dimag zehreela ho gaya jo maine dekha— lekin jo utsaah 
jagaya woh inkaar nahi kar sakta. Kyon yeh khayal pakad rahe? Kyonki maine usko badalte 
dekha, baar baar lust mein sar render karte. 

Ek hissa chahta tha use aur toot'te dekhna, kisi aur mard ko us par qabza karte dekhna, 
gunahon ki zanjeer mein ek aur kadi. Yeh hamla rukne wala nahi tha, dil tez dhadak
 raha fantasy se, gunah aur excitement ka zehreela milaap. 

Phir usne poocha kya woh meri Ammi se baat kar sakta hai, maine kaha haan ja sakte ho. 

Main nazdeek ki deewar ke peeche chhup gaya, kone se jhaank kar sunne laga jab Mr. Vijay
 poolside Ammi ke paas gaya. Woh lounge chair se sar uthaya, suraj se aankhein bachati, 
robe thoda khul kar swimsuit ke jism ko aur dikha raha tha. 

Ammi: (poolside chair par chhoti dress mein leti, paani ko udaas dekh rahi, Gajendra ki 
yaad mein jo business trip par chala gaya, sunglasses adjust karti) 

Mr. Vijay: (chupke paas aate, safed shirt aur pant mein, garam muskurahat) Maaf kijiye 
memsaab. Namaste. Umeed hai aapki aaram mein rukawat nahi daal raha. 

Ammi: (sar utha kar, hairan, use pehchaan nahi, halki muskurahat) Oh, namaste. Nahi, 
bilkul nahi. Main bas... soch rahi thi. 

Mr. Vijay: (aankhein thodi der uske bhare jism par, khaas kar badi gaand par jab woh 
thoda hilti hai chair par) Aap khayalon mein khoyi hui lag rahi hain. Sab theek? Main 
Vijay hoon— Vijay Sharma. Yeh hotel mera hai. 






Ammi: (aankhein phaili hairani se, thoda seedha baithi, samajh gayi yeh bohot ameer hai) 
Oh! Mr. Sharma? Maalik? Mujhe pata nahi tha. Main Shahida hoon. Aap se mil kar khushi 
hui. 

Mr. Vijay: (sar hila kar, aankhein ek pal uske boobs par ruk kar phir aankhon se milayi) 
Khushi mujhe hai, Shahida. Khoobsurat naam. Baith sakta hoon? (paas wali chair ki taraf
 ishara) 

Ammi: (ruk kar phir sar hilaya) Haan, baithiye. Mujhe laga yahan koi aur nahi— mera...
 dost ne pool sirf humare liye book kiya tha. Main, woh aur mera beta Zaid. 

Mr. Vijay: (baith kar, taangein casually cross) Haan, us arrangement ke baare mein suna. 
Lekin maalik hone ke naate VIP mehmanon ka khud check karna pasand hai. Sab perfect
 ho. 

Ammi: (chhoti dress adjust karti jo raanon tak chadhi hui, neeche kheenchne ki koshish 
lekin zyada cover nahi, sharm se taangein cross) VIP? Yeh to tareef hai. Yeh hotel sach
 mein shandaar hai, bohot luxurious. 

Mr. Vijay: (jab woh adjust karti hai boobs par nazar, phir muskurate) Shukriya. Humne 
bohot mehnat ki hai isko jannat banane mein. Aur baat karte hue... tumhara beta Zaid 
lobby mein tha tab usne tumhara zikr kiya. Kaha tum bohot achhi tairak ho. Tumhari 
tareef karta hai. 

Ammi: (thodi laali, ek haath se seena casually cover) Zaid ne kaha? Woh bohot pyara ladka
 hai. Hum pool enjoy kar rahe the, lekin... mera dost achanak business ke liye chala gaya.
 Ab thoda akelapan lag raha hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (thoda jhuk kar, halki flirt awaaz mein) Akelapan? Aise jagah mein? Afsoos. Aap
 jaisi sundar aurat ko aisa mehsoos nahi hona chahiye. Aur bataiye apne baare mein, 
Shahida— pool ke alawa kya laaya yahan? 

Ammi: (halke se muskurati, zyada comfortable) Oh, bas chhoti si getaway. Shehar se hoon,
 shadi-shuda, family life... lekin unwind karna achha lagta hai. Aap? Aisa hotel chalana
 kitna exciting hoga. 

Mr. Vijay: (hanste) Apne fayde hain. Aap jaise interesting logon se milna ek hai. Aur
 nazare... (aankhein thodi der raanon par) ...hamesha dilchasp. 

Ammi: (uski nazar notice kar, dress phir adjust, sharm se lekin kuchh na keh kar) Um,
 haan, pool ka nazara zabardast hai. To aapne yeh jagah kab se sambhali? 

Mr. Vijay: (chehre par focus) Lagbhag das saal. Shuru se banaya. Yeh mera fakhr hai.
 Lekin mere baare mein kaafi— Zaid ne kaha tum bohot adventurous ho. Hamara spa try 
kiya? 

Ammi: (halke se hasi) Adventurous? Zaid zyada bol deta hai. Nahi, abhi spa nahi try kiya. 
Shayad kal. 

Mr. Vijay: (sar hila) Karna chahiye. World-class hai. Bataiye Shahida, socha tha... aap aur
 Zaid aaj raat mere private section mein dinner join karoge? Zyada exclusive, chef ka
 special menu. Koi bheed nahi. 






Mom: (sir thoda tedha karke, jaanchti hui lekin saawdhaan) Dinner? Hum kyon? Hum nahi 
chahte kisi par bojh banein. 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate hue tasalli se) Bilkul bojh nahi. Zaid bahut tez ladka lagta hai, aur
 main aapke ghar ke baare mein aur sunna chahta hoon. Waise bhi, aapke dost jaldi chala
 gaya uska muqabla karne ka tareeqa hai yeh. Paradise mein thodi si saath. 

Mom: (adab se sir hilaati) Bahut meherbaani, Mr. Sharma, lekin hum room service hi order
 kar lenge. Din bahut lamba tha. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram andaaz mein zid karte hue, aage jhuk kar) Arre Shahida, ek dinner se 
kya farq padega. Mere suite ka nazara yahan se bhi behtar hai. Aur khana... lajawab. 
Zaid ke liye bhi—usko hotel ki tareekh ki kahaniyan sunane mein maza aayega. 

Mom: (sochti hui, adab se muskurati) Shukriya, sach mein. Lekin hum chhupa-chhupi rehna
 chahte hain. Shayad kisi aur waqt? 

Mr. Vijay: (thoda aur zid) Kisi aur waqt shayad der ho jaye—main aaj raat special menu 
rakh raha hoon. Taaza samundari khana, international wines. Dono ke liye treat hoga.
 Hotel ki mehmaan-nawaazi ka behtareen andaaz samjho. 

Mom: (thoda bechain hote hue, phir bhi adab se) Bahut acha lag raha hai, lekin aapki shaam
 barbaad nahi karna chahti. Zaid aur main simple cheez se khush hain. 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate hue zid jaari) Bakwaas. Aisi shaamein acche saath ke liye hoti hain. 
Suno—main chef se Zaid ke liye bhi bacchon wala khana banwa doonga. Koi majboori nahi, 
sirf acha khana. 

Mom: (dheemi saans le kar, aadhi manzoori se) Theek hai... shayad. Lekin sirf thodi der. 
Zyada nahi rukenge. 

Woh bahut der baat karte rahe, uski baaton ne use khol diya. Pehle mausam ki tareef, phir
 unke stay ke baare mein poocha, hotel ki tareekh ki kahaniyan sunayi—kaise chhoti si 
property se bada business banaya, kaun kaun celebrity ruke, renovations khud dekhe. 

Ammi dheere dheere khul gayi, abbu ki bimaari ka zikr kiya bina tafseel ke, yeh trip break 
ke liye tha. Vijay gaur se sunta raha, uski safed daadi hilti rahi, mota jism aage jhuka jaise 
har lafz sona ho. "Aap itni shaanti se chalti hain," usne ek baar kaha. "Aaj ki daud-bhaag 
mein yeh taaza hai." 

Baaten chalti rahi—pasandida khane, safar ke khwab, zindagi ke hairatangez mod par
 halki falsafa. Usne do-teen baar hasaya, dheemi hasi jo uski udaasi ko thoda door kar
 deti thi. 

Phir dheeme se muskurate hue usne Ammi ka haath pakda. "Mujhe apna office neeche 
dikhaane do—garden ka khoobsurat nazara hai, aur taza chai ban rahi hai. Koi dabav 
nahi, sirf jhatka sa tour." 






Mom: (uske haath se thoda uth kar, dress theek karti) Rasta dikhao. 

(Woh hotel ke entrance ki taraf chal pade, Mr. Vijay ne haath thoda zyada der tak pakde
 rakha jaise zaroori ho) 

Mr. Vijay: (raasta dikhate, haath abhi bhi halke se pakde) Idhar—yahan se rasta. Office
 privacy ke liye chhupa hua hai, lekin sab kuchh hai. 

Mom: (thoda awkward mehsoos karte hue lekin turant haath nahi chhudaya) Yahan kitna
 sukoon hai. Aapko aise khoobsurat jagah mein kaam karne mein maza aata hoga. 

Mr. Vijay: (haath halke se dabate hue) Haan. Aur aap jaise mehmaanon ke saath baantne 
se aur maza aata hai. Qadam sambhalo—yahan chhoti si seedhi hai. 

Mom: (unke haathon ki taraf dekhti, darwaze par pahunch kar adab se haath chhudati) 
Shukriya. Abhi se hi bahut impressive lag raha hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (darwaza khol kar) Aaiye. Andar dekho—yeh mera chhota sa control room hai. 

Mom: (andar kadam rakh kar, idhar udhar dekhti) Wah, kitna khula hai. Aur woh garden
 ka nazara... lajawab. 

Mr. Vijay: (andar aate hue, darwaza dheeme se band) Khushi hui pasand aaya. Yahan aur 
baat kar sakte hain agar chahein, dhoop se door. 

Mom: (muskurati) Sirf jhatka dekhna tha. Jaldi Zaid ke paas wapas jaana hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (sar hilaate) Bilkul. Jaane se pehle, yeh mera direct number. (jeb se chhota 
note nikaal kar number likh kar deta) Baad mein dinner ke details confirm karne ke liye 
message kar dena. 

Mom: (note le kar dekhti lekin poora waada nahi karti) Shukriya. Yaad rakhungi. 

Mr. Vijay: (phir haath le kar peeche se gentleman ki tarah chumban) Aaj raat milte hain, 
Shahida. Baqi din maza karo. 

(akhri baar muskurata, uske jism par nazar daalte hue darwaza kholta) 

Mom: (laal hote hue, dheere haath chhudati) Khuda hafiz, Mr. Sharma. Mil kar acha laga. 

Mujhe pata tha woh aisa kyon behave kar rahi thi: Vijay bilkul ajnabi tha, kahin se bhi 
aaya, abbu se bilkul alag jinse woh gehra pyar karti thi chahe dhoke deti ho, ya
 Gajendra se jiski madad ne use josh mein daal diya. Vijay ke saath koi tareekh nahi, 
koi majboori nahi—sirf ek taqatwar mard ki khuli khwahish. 

Woh sirf abbu aur Gajendra se apne tedhe tareeke se pyar karti thi, dil wafa aur lust
 ke beech phata hua. Lekin yeh naya aadmi? Yeh us balance ko bigaad raha tha, bina kisi
 bandhan ke naya laalach de raha, isliye wary lekin dilchaspi. Yeh jhijhak imaan ke 
bache hue tukdon se thi—zina pehle se gunah tha, lekin ek aur bahar wale ke saath? 
Yeh sab kuchh khatre mein daal deta. 

Phir bhi uski manzoori andar ki chhinal ko dikha rahi thi, hamesha aur zyada ki bhookhi. 

Baad mein main pool ke paas uske paas gaya, woh wapas kursi par baith gayi thi, note 
chhupa kar. "Hey, Ammi," main casually bola, paas baith kar. 

Usne upar dekha, udaas aankhein thodi roshan. "Beta, aa gaye tum. Kya tum Mr. Vijay
 se mile? Hotel owner?" 

Main hairani ka natak kiya. "Haan, hallway mein mila tha. Acha aadmi laga. Kyon?" 

Usne bataya, awaaz naapa-tola. "Usne mujhse pehle pehchaan karwai. Bahut der baat 
ki—office bhi dikhaya, bahut shandaar. Aur... hum dono ko aaj raat dinner par invite 
kiya uski private jagah par. Tum aur main." 

Main sar hila kar josh ka dikhawa kiya. "Maza aayega. Chalna chahiye." 

Usne honth kaat kar idhar udhar dekha. "Pakka? Bahut achanak hai. Aur... sirf dinner 
hai, lekin kisi aur mard ke saath? Galat lag raha hai, beta. Abbu ko pata chala to pasand 
nahi aayega." 

"Arre Ammi, theek hai. Sirf dinner—muft khana, acha saath. Trip par hain, maza kar len. 
Mr. Vijay harmless lagta hai, mehmaan-nawaazi qubool karna adab hai." 

Mere dimag mein woh pavitra banne ka natak kar rahi thi, akhlaq ko dhaal ki tarah pakde,
 lekin mujhe pata tha Gajendra ke saath uski chhinal harkatein—uske neeche karahna, 
aur maangna, jism har tarah se jhukna. 

Woh munafiq thi, deendar dikhawa karti jab uske ched bar bar istemaal hote the. Mere 
saamne jo chehra—modest Ammi, wafadar biwi—hansne layak tha; maine uske nange s
ach dekhe the, chut aur gaand faili hui, imaan purane kapdon ki tarah phenka hua. 

Munafiqat gehri thi: ,,., chhuti, kasmein tooti, phir bhi paak banne ka dikhawa. 
Yeh uski barbaadi par mera tedha fakhr barhata tha. 

Baat jaari rahi. "Waise Gajendra kahan hai? Socha woh tumhare saath tha." 

Usne saans li, udaasi wapas. "Ek ghanta pehle chala gaya. Call aaya—business emergency,
 ignore nahi kar saka." 

Main anjaane ka natak. "Business? Kaisa?" 

"Kisi client ka, urgent meeting. Turant jaana pada." Uski awaaz ruk gayi, aankhein neeche. 

Mujhe pata tha woh isliye udaas thi kyonki Gajendra chala gaya; ab koi uski chut aur gaand
 zor se nahi maarega, khwahish adhoori reh jayegi. 

Woh mard jo us par hukumat karta tha chala gaya, jism uske zabardast qabze ki pyaasa. 
Yeh uski udaasi ki wajah thi—gunah ki aadi, bina uske khali mehsoos karti thi. 

"Kyon itni udaas lag rahi ho, Ammi?" main naram se poocha. 

Usne majboori se muskurahat di. "Udaas? Nahi beta, theek hoon. Bas... dhoop se thak gayi.
 Aur abbu ki yaad aa rahi hai, bas itna." 

Sach mein, Ammi ab randi ban chuki thi, kisi se bhi chudne ke qabil. Uski chhinal-pan ne
 hamare mazhab ke saare qadron ko khatam kar diya—paanch waqt ,,., nahi, holy book
ki tilawat nahi, sirf khushi ki talash. 

Andar se sad gayi thi, paison ya tawajjoh ke liye aasani se behak jaati, rooh bar bar
 gunahon se maili. Jo deendar aurat thi ab lust ki cheez ban gayi, ibaadat ko jhadwayon
 se badal diya, jism tijarat. Yeh use kamzor banati thi, har mard ke liye khuli jo
 dilchaspi dikhaaye, uske usool sheeshe ki tarah toot gaye. 

Us raat Ammi ne sunehra bhura dress pehna black lines ke saath jo curves ko ubhaar raha
 tha, kapda doosri khaal ki tarah chipka, low-cut se cleavage dikhta, hem chhoti se tease 
karti. Woh pornstar lag rahi thi—makeup bold, baal lehron mein, heels seductive awaaz
 karte. Mujhe apni randi Ammi par fakhr tha, uski yeh tabdeeli gandi maza deti thi. 

Maine halka neela suit pehna, bahut acha lag raha tha, tab Ammi makeup laga rahi thi 
mirror ke saamne khadi hokar. 

Mom: Zaid, beta, idhar aao. Yeh Mr. Vijay Sharma ke baare mein kya sochte ho? Usne aaj 
raat dinner par invite kiya apne private section mein. Tum lobby mein usse mile the na pehle? 

Me: (peeche khada blue suit mein, tie theek karte, thoda zyada aasani se muskurate) Haan,
 thodi der baat ki thi. Bahut acha aadmi lagta hai, Ammi. Adabdaar, kaamyab, poora hotel
 uska. Confidence dikhta hai, achhe kapde. Sachcha lagta hai. 

Mom: (lipstick haath mein ruk kar, meri parchhai dekhti) Sachcha... hmm. Pool ke paas bhi 
baat hui thi. Acha tha, lekin... pata nahi. Dinner ke dauran waada karo mujhse door nahi
 jaoge, theek? Ek minute bhi uske saath akeli nahi rehna chahti. 

Me: (halke se hanste, paas aate) Ammi, relax karo. Itna fikr kyon? Sirf dinner hai. Aam baat.
 Log roz saath khate hain. 

Mom: (kursi ghuma kar saamne karti, awaaz gehri) Aam? Beta, ., mein aam nahi hota
 ki aurat shauhar ke baghair kisi mard ke saath private khana khaaye. Abbu ghar par
 bimaar hain, aur main... kisi aur ke private suite mein ja rahi hoon. Pehle se hi bechain hoon. 






Me: (kandhe uchaalte, shaant aur tasalli bhari awaaz) Sirf ek dinner, Ammi. Kuchh nahi 
hoga. Woh owner hai—shayad bohot mehmaanon ke liye karta hai. Zyada soch rahi ho. 
Waise bhi main poora waqt saath rahunga. 

Mom: (saans le kar, mirror ki taraf palat kar gaal par thoda blush lagati) Shayad tum sahi
 ho. Bas... fitna nahi chahti. Kya tumne usme aaj kuchh ajeeb dekha? Nazron ka andaaz
 ya baat karne ka? 

Me: (use gaur se dekhte) Ajeeb? Kaisa? 

Mom: (muh kholti, rukti, phir sir jhatka kar topic badalti) Kuchh nahi, bhool jao. Bas...
 khayal tha. Waise, main kaisi lag rahi hoon? veil seedha hai? 

Me: (aur paas aate, garam muskurahat) Bahut khoobsurat, Ammi. Sach mein. Yeh bhura
 veil aankhon ko ubhaar raha, aur dress... perfect. Shaandaar. 

Mom: (sharma kar muskurati, phir masti se aankhein sikorti) Shukriya, beta. Lekin itna 
kyon muskurate ho? Aur makeup bhi kyon laga rahi hoon? Sirf dinner to hai... 

Me: (mazak se, vanity ke sahare) Arre, thoda extra glow Mr. Vijay ke liye? Qabool karo,
 aaj raat achha dikhna chahti ho. 

Mom: (turant daantti, awaaz tez lekin gusse mein nahi) Zaid! Aise baat mat karo. Yeh 
mazak bhi haram hai. Main apne liye kar rahi hoon, kisi mard ke liye nahi. Tumhe pata 
hona chahiye. 

Me: (halke se hanste, haath utha kar) Theek hai, theek hai, mazak tha, Ammi. Maaf 
karo. Lekin sach mein... tum sach mein shandaar lag rahi ho. Hamesha ki tarah. 

Mom: (turant naram hokar, aankhein garam. Mujhe zor se gale lagati, gaal mere kandhe
 par) Mera pyara beta. Main tumse bahut pyar karti hoon, Zaid. Tum hamesha mujhe
 behtar mehsoos karwate ho. 

Me: (gale lagate hue, gehri saans. Uske dress par Gajendra ki khushboo ki halki si boo—
musky, lakdi jaisi, jo uske kapdon par dinon tak thi. Pet mor gaya yaqeen se: woh bilkul 
chhinal hai, pavitra dikhawa karte hue is sab mein doobi) Main bhi tumse pyar karta 
hoon, Ammi. Sabse zyada. 

Mom: (thoda peeche hati, veil akhri baar theek karti) Chalo, der na ho jaye. Aur yaad 
rakhna—aaj raat mere paas rehna, theek? 

Me: (sar hilaate, muskurate hue) Waada. Tumhare paas se nahi hatunga. 

Baad mein Mr. Vijay ne darwaza khatkhataya 

Zaid (main): (hotel ke kamre ka darwaza aur kholte hue) Mr. Sharma! Andar aaiye, 
please. Ammi, Mr. Vijay aaye hain. 

Ammi (Shahida): (halke summer dress mein bistar ke kinaare baithi, jaldi khadi hokar 
baal theek karti hui) Oh… Mr. Sharma. Salaam. Itni jaldi aane ki ummeed nahi thi. 

Mr. Vijay: (andar aate hue garam muskurahat ke saath, darwaza dheere band karta hua)
 Shaam mubarak, Shahida. Shaam mubarak, Zaid. Umeed hai main disturb nahi kar raha.
 Bas yeh dekhne aaya ki dinner se pehle aap dono araam se hain ya nahi. 

Zaid: Koi disturb nahi, sir. Hum tayyar ho rahe the. 

Mr. Vijay: (pehle mujhe dekhte hue, aankhein jhuk kar) Zaid, tu bahut achha ladka ban
raha hai— shaant, tez. Teri Ammi ko fakhr hoga. (Ammi ki taraf mud kar, awaaz naram) 
Aur Shahida… aaj raat tum bahut chamak rahi ho. Yeh rang tum par bilkul jaanchta hai. 






Ammi: (ek pal ke liye nazar neeche, sharmili muskurahat honthon par) Shukriya… aapne
 bahut meherbaani se kaha. 

(Woh phir usko dekhti hai— is baar zyada der— phir jaldi khidki ki taraf nazar hata leti 
hai. Main notice karta hoon uski aankhein uske chaudi kandhon par, shirt ke fit par 
thami rahi, aur sochta hoon woh achanak itni chup kyon ho gayi.) 

Zaid: (utsauk hokar, dono ke beech dekhte hue) Ammi, sab theek hai? 

Ammi: (turant wapas, zor se muskurate hue) Haan, haan, bilkul. Bas… hairaan hoon ki 
aap itni oopar tak aaye. 

Mr. Vijay: (halke se hanste hue) Rok nahi saka khud ko. (Ammi ki taraf thoda jhuk kar) 
Aur main keh sakta hoon— aapki khushboo bilkul jaadui hai. Kya hai yeh? Chameli?
 Gulab? 

Ammi: (aur gehri laali chehre par, gardan par haath rakh kar sharm se) Yeh… bas
 thoda sa ittar hai. Kuchh khaas nahi. 

Mr. Vijay: Kuchh khaas nahi? Yeh to nasha kar deti hai. Tum par bilkul suit karta hai. 

Zaid: (muskurate hue) Ammi hamesha achhi khushboo lagati hain. Kabhi kabhi sote
 waqt bhi perfume lagati hain. 

Ammi: (mujhe mazakiya ghoorte hue) Zaid! Mujhe sharminda mat karo. 

Mr. Vijay: (hanste hue) Sharminda hone ki zarurat nahi. Yeh to bahut pyara hai.
 Chalte hain rooftop balcony par? Shaam achhi hai aur wahan se nazara aur bhi 
behtar. Waada hai, dinner se pehle dekhna banega. 

Ammi: (ruk kar, mujhe dekhte hue) Mujhe abhi bhi dinner ke dawat par yakeen nahi
… yeh bahut zyada lag raha hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram lekin mazboot awaaz mein) Koi takleef nahi. Bas achha khana, 
achhi baatein. Zaid mujhe college ki sab baatein bata dega, aur aap… jo chahein woh 
bata sakti hain. Koi dabav nahi. 

Zaid: Chalo na Ammi. Maza aayega. Rooftop bahut cool lag raha hai. 

Ammi: (dheemi saans le kar, phir sar hila kar) Theek hai… bas thodi der ke liye. 

(Hum hallway mein nikalte hain. Mr. Vijay private elevator ki taraf lead karta hai. 
Ammi uske bagal mein chalti hai; main kuchh kadam peeche, dekhta hua.) 

Mr. Vijay: (elevator upar jaate hue) Yeh hotel— maine khud iska zyadatar hissa design
 kiya tha. Chahta tha jaise purana Rajasthan andar aa jaye… medieval meharab, 
haath se bani nakqashi, jali screens. Har kone mein ek kahani hai. 

Ammi: (dheeme se) Bahut khoobsurat hai. Lobby mein carvings dekhi thi— bahut gehri
 detail. 

Mr. Vijay: (usko muskurate hue) Aapki nazar bahut achhi hai. Zyadatar mehman notice
 nahi karte. (casually haath badha kar uska haath pakadta hai jab rooftop balcony 
par kadam rakhte hain) Aao— sabse achhi jagah dikhaata hoon. 






Ammi: (haath pakadne se thoda chaunkti hai, lekin turant nahi chhudati; awaaz
 dheemi) Yeh… bahut soch samajh kar banaya hai. Poora jagah mahal jaisa lagta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (abhi bhi haath halke se pakde, railing tak le jaate hue) Yahi iraada tha. Ek
 aisi jagah jahan log duniya bhool jayein thodi der ke liye. (uski taraf dekhte hue)
 Tum bhi yeh deserve karti ho, Shahida. Tum itni shaan se chalti ho… lekin uske 
peeche thodi bechaini dikhti hai. 

Ammi: (unke haathon ko dekhti, phir samundar ki taraf) Bechaini? Shayad. Zindagi 
kabhi kabhi… uljhi hui ho jati hai. 

Zaid: (paas pahunch kar, railing par jhuk kar) Upar ka nazara pagalpan hai. Dekho
 woh aasman. 

Mr. Vijay: (Ammi ka haath dheere chhodta hai, lekin paas hi rehta hai) Dekha? Kaha
 tha worth it hai. (Ammi se) Jaante ho, jab maine yeh rooftop banaya tha, aise hi
 raatein sochi thi— achhi saath, sunehri roshni, koi jaldi nahi. 

Ammi: (chhoti muskurahat) Bahut sukoon hai. Humein yahan laane ke liye shukriya. 

Mr. Vijay: (sirf uske liye awaaz dheemi kar ke) Khushi meri hai. Aur umeed hai tum
 mujhe yeh jagah ke sabse achhe hisse dikhane dogi… shuru dinner se aaj raat. 

Main samajh nahi paaya woh kya matlab tha jab usne kaha “…umeed hai tum mujhe
 yeh jagah ke sabse achhe hisse dikhane dogi… shuru dinner se aaj raat”. Kya uska 
matlab tha ki woh Ammi ke saath kuchh aur zyada karna chahta hai? 

Haan, bilkul yahi matlab tha. Yeh lafz sirf dinner tak seemit nahi the— yeh ek chhupa 
ishaara tha. “Sabse achhe hisse” aur “shuru dinner se” ka matlab tha ki woh dinner ko
 sirf shuruaat maanta tha, uske baad aur gehre, aur qareebi lamhon ki taraf jaane ki 
khwahish rakhta tha. 

Woh Ammi ko dheere dheere apne qareeb laana chahta tha— 
shayad romantic ya jismani taur par bhi— bina seedha keh kar. Usne Ammi ki taraf
 attraction dikhayi thi (khushboo, rang, grace ki tareef), haath pakda, paas rehne ki
 koshish ki— yeh sab is baat ki taraf ishaara tha ki woh sirf dostana dinner nahi, balki 
kuchh zyada intimate cheez chahta tha. Yeh ek tarah ka soft seduction tha, jisme woh
 Ammi ko comfortable feel karwate hue dheere dheere aage badhna chahta tha.