Adultery Mummy our Unke Badle Andaaz

[Sairajp]

Mera naam Rahul hai. Hum ek choti si, disciplined family hain. Mere Papa, Rajesh, ek bank mein kaam karte hain—seedhe-saadhe, thode purane khayalat ke. Meri Maa, Nandini, ek local college mein senior professor hain. Wo dikhne mein kisi heroine se kam nahi hain—38 ki umar mein bhi unka figure ekdum maintain hai, aur jab wo silk saree pehen kar college jaati hain, toh bade-bade unhe mud kar dekhte hain.

Pichle hafte Papa ne Maa ko unki anniversary par ek naya Samsung smartphone gift kiya. Maa khush toh thi, par unhe technology se darr lagta tha.

"Rahul beta, ye WhatsApp kaise chalta hai? Meri saari colleagues isi par baat karti hain," Maa ne ek shaam mujhse pucha. Maine haste huye kaha, "Lao Maa, main sab setup kar deta hoon." Maine unka account banaya, par usi waqt mere dimaag mein ek shaitani idea aaya. Maine apne laptop par WhatsApp Web khola aur unka QR code scan kar liya. Mujhe laga tha bas thoda mazaak karunga ya dekhunga ki wo kya karti hain, par mujhe kya pata tha ki main unke narak mein girne ka gawah banne wala hoon.

Agli subah, Papa office chale gaye. Maa ko naya SIM card chahiye tha kyunki purana wala baar-baar network chhod raha tha. Unhone kaha, "Main bazaar ja rahi hoon, naya number lekar aati hoon." Wo market ki uss choti si, andheri mobile shop par gayi jahan Aryan baitha tha. Aryan... wo hamare college ka sabse badnaam ladka tha. Wo Maa ki hi class ka student tha, par padhai se zyada use maar-peet aur "goondagardi" pasand thi.

Maa dukaan ke andar gayi. AC ki thandi hawa ke bawajood, wahan ka mahaul garam hone wala tha.

"Nandini Madam? Aap yahan mere naseeb kholne aayi hain?" Aryan ne kursi par fail kar baithte huye kaha. Usne ek tight black sleeveless t-shirt pehni thi, jisme uske baazuon (biceps) ki nasein (veins) saaf dikh rahi thi.

Maa thoda thithki. "Aryan, tameez se baat karo. Mujhe naya SIM chahiye, jaldi setup kar do."
Aryan muskuraaya. Wo utha aur counter ke peeche se bahar nikal aaya. Wo itna kareeb tha ki Maa ki saree ka pallu uske seene se touch ho raha tha. Maa thoda peeche hatne ki koshish karne lagi, par peeche deewar thi.

"Dariye mat Madam, main toh bas signal check kar raha hoon," Aryan ne kaha aur Maa ke haath se unka naya phone chin liya. Phone pakadne ke bahane, usne apni garam aur khurdari hatheli Maa ki komal kalai par rakh di aur use dheere se dabaya.

Maa ki saans atak gayi. "Aryan... chhodo mujhe!" unhone dabi awaaz mein kaha.

Lekin Aryan nahi ruka. Usne naya SIM card slot kholne ke liye apna chehra Maa ke gardan ke paas laya. Maa ko uske saste cigarette aur mardana perfume ki mehak aa rahi thi. Aryan ne apna dusra haath Maa ki kamar par rakha, wahan jahan saree aur blouse ke beech thodi skin dikh rahi thi. Usne apni ungliyan wahan halki si phira di.

Maa ka pura sharir kaanp gaya. Wo chilla sakti thi, par unhe darr tha ki bahar log dekh lenge toh unki image kharab ho jayegi. Wo bas khadi rahi, uss 'goonde' student ke najaayaz touch ko mehsoos karte huye, jise unhe darr bhi lag raha tha... aur kahin na kahin, ek ajeeb si thartharahat (excitement) bhi ho rahi thi.

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