Adultery Mummy our Unke Badle Andaaz

[Sairajp]

Maa ne photo toh nahi bheji, par Aryan ki us baat ne unke andar ki dabbi hui khwahishon ko jaise hila kar rakh diya tha. Tumne laptop par dekha, Maa ne reply kiya:
Nandini: "Aryan, tum bohot aage badh rahe ho. Photo maangne ki himmat kaise hui tumhari? Main abhi phone rakh rahi hoon."
Aryan: "Gussa mat kijiye Madam. Maine sirf tarif ki thi. Sundarta ki tarif karna koi gunah toh nahi? Aur waise bhi, is waqt kaun dekh raha hai? Sir toh so rahe hain... aur main yahan akela aapke baare mein soch raha hoon."
Nandini: "Mere baare mein kya soch rahe ho? Tumhe apni padhai par dhyan dena chahiye."
Aryan: "Wahi toh kar raha hoon Madam. Aapki aankhon ki gehrai ko study kar raha hoon. Aap jab saree ka pallu sambhalti hain na class mein, mera dhyan puri tarah bhatak jata hai. Kya abhi bhi aapne saree pehni hai ya... nighty?"
Nandini: (Maa ka dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Unhone nighty pehni thi, par unhone likha) "Saree hi pehni hai. Aur tum itni gehri baatein kab se karne lage?"
Aryan: "Jab se aapko naye nazariye se dekhna shuru kiya hai. Sach bataun? Aap is umer mein bhi itni fit hain ki hamare college ki ladkiyan aapke saamne kuch nahi. Wo chamakti hui skin, wo sharir ki banawat... kasam se, koi bhi pagal ho jaye."
Nandini: "Bas karo Aryan... tum mujhe sharaminda kar rahe ho."
Aryan: "Sharaminda nahi Madam, 'feel' kijiye. Kya kabhi Sir ne aapko itni raat ko jaga kar bataya hai ki aap kitni 'hot' lag rahi hain? Ya wo bas so jate hain?"
Maa ki saansein bhari hone lagi thi. Unhone karwat badli, aur unka haath anayayas hi apne gale ke paas nighty ke button par gaya. Aryan ki baatein unhe wo ehsaas dila rahi thi jo shayad Papa ne saalon se nahi dilaya tha. Raat lambi hone wali thi, aur tum screen par unke har badalte jazbaat ko saaf dekh rahe the.
Maa ne thodi der tak reply nahi kiya. Wo bed par leti hui chat ko baar-baar upar-neeche scroll kar rahi thi. Unhe darr lag raha tha ki ye galat hai, par Aryan ki mardana taarif unke kaano mein kisi naseele sangeet ki tarah ghul rahi thi.
Nandini: "Aryan, tum unke baare mein aise baat karna shobha nahi deta. Wo bohot shareef insaan hain."
Aryan: "Shareef toh sab hote hain Madam, par kya wo aapko wo 'attention' dete hain jo aap deserve karti hain? Maine dekha hai, wo hamesha apne kaam ya news mein busy rehte hain. Itni khoobsurat biwi paas ho, toh koi news kaise dekh sakta hai?"
Nandini: "Tum abhi bache ho, rishton ki samajh nahi hai tumhe. Ab so jao, bohot raat ho gayi hai."
Aryan: "Bacha mat kahiye Madam... bache aisi baatein nahi karte jo main soch raha hoon. Aur neend kaise aayegi? Jab se aapka khayal aaya hai, mere bistar ki chadar garam ho gayi hai. Kya aapko garmi nahi lag rahi?"
Nandini: "Thodi... shayad AC thik se kaam nahi kar raha."
Aryan: "AC ka kasoor nahi hai Madam. Ye us 'ehsaas' ki garmi hai jo main aapko dila raha hoon. Sochiye, agar is waqt main wahan hota... aapke kamre mein... bilkul khamoshi se..."
Nandini: (Maa ne apne hont daanton tale daba liye) "Tum... tum wahan hote toh kya karte?"
Aryan: "Main aapke peeche baithta, aapke khule baalon ko hatakar aapki nangi gardan par apni garam saansein chhodta. Phir dheere se aapke kaan ke paas gungunata... ki aap meri sabse badi 'fantasy' ho."
Maa ka pura jism tharthara utha. Unhone phone ko apne seene se chipka liya aur aankhein band kar li. Unhe mehsoos ho raha tha jaise Aryan waqayi unke kamre mein hai. Tum laptop par dekh rahe ho—Maa ne ab tak ek baar bhi 'Block' karne ka nahi socha. Ulta, unhone apni nighty ka upar wala button dheere se khol diya jaise unhe waqayi ghutan ho rahi ho.
Aryan: "Chup kyun ho gayi? Kya imagine karne lagi?"
Maa ne lambi saans li aur screen par apni ungliyan phirayi. Unka jism garam ho raha tha, aur Aryan ki har baat unke dimaag ke parde par ek nayi tasveer bana rahi rahi thi.
Nandini: "Main kuch imagine nahi kar rahi hoon Aryan. Bas... tumhari baatein bahut khatarnaak hain. Mujhe lagta hai mujhe phone rakh dena chahiye."
Aryan: "Khatarnaak toh wo khamoshi hai Madam, jo aapke aur Sir ke beech hai. Kya unhone kabhi aapko aise mehsoos karwaya hai jaise main karwa raha hoon? Jaise aap ek professor nahi, sirf ek aurat hain... ek behad haseen aurat?"
Nandini: "Tumhe mere aur unke rishte ke baare mein baat karne ka koi haq nahi hai."
Aryan: "Haq toh nahi hai, par aankhein toh hain na? Maine dekha hai, wo aapke saath chalte hain par aapka haath nahi pakadte. Agar main hota, toh puri duniya ke saamne aapki kamar par haath rakh kar chalta, taaki sabko pata chale ki ye 'Nandini' meri hai."
Nandini: (Maa ne apne honth dabe) "Tum pagal ho... bilkul ziddi. Aur 'Nandini' mat kaho mujhe."
Aryan: "Kyun? Naam toh bahut pyara hai. 'Nandini'... jab main ye naam leta hoon, toh mere muh mein ek alag hi mithaas ghul jati hai. Sochiye, agar main abhi aapke bilkul kareeb hota, toh kya aap mujhe 'Professor' ban kar daant-ti ya... sirf ek mard ki tarah dekhti?"
Nandini: "Main... main shayad tumhe thappad maar deti."
Aryan: "Maariye na. Aapka wo komal haath mere gaal par lagega, toh wo dard bhi mujhe sukoon dega. Par thappad maarne ke baad, jab aapki saansein mere chehre se takrayengi... tab kya karengi aap? Kya aap apni nazrein hata payengi?"
Maa ne apne bistar par karwat badli. Unki nighty thodi upar chadh gayi thi, jisse unki gori thighs (jaanghein) nazar aa rahi thi. Unhone apne ek haath se apni gardan ko dheere se sahlaaya, jaise wahan Aryan ki saansein mehsoos kar rahi hon.
Aryan: "Aap chup hain... iska matlab aap bhi wahi soch rahi hain jo main soch raha hoon. Aapka badan is waqt tharthara raha hai na, Madam? Kya main sahi hoon?"