Adultery Meri pakeeza ammi kisi khaas insaan se mil gayi

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CHAPTER 5


Dhruv ko main aur zyada samajhne laga hoon.




Resort bahut shaant ho chuka tha jab ghadi raat ke gyarah baj chuke the. Door se samandar ki laheron ki awaaz air conditioner ki halki gun-gun ke saath mil rahi thi, jo usually raat ko mujhe araam deta tha lambi din ke baad.
Lekin aaj raat mera dimag sab kuchh soch raha tha — picnic, Ammi ka dheere dheere Uncle Dhruv ke saath garam hona, aur woh phool jo abhi bhi uske takiye ke paas rakha tha jaise woh chhod hi nahi pa rahi thi.
Main apne bed ke kinaare baitha tha, neeli pajama pehne, phone mein be-dhyaani se scroll kar raha tha, tab maine socha ki usse phir baat karun. Us aadmi mein kuchh aisa tha jo dilchasp lag raha tha, jaise upari dikhawa ke alawa aur bhi kuchh ho.
Main utha, stretch kiya, aur connecting door ki taraf gaya jahan Ammi abhi bhi jaag rahi thi. Woh pet ke bal leti hui apni halki green night dress mein thi, phone par kuchh padh rahi thi aur woh phool bistar ke side table par saaf dhyaan se rakha hua tha.
“Ammi,” maine dheere se kaha, darwaze ke frame se tek lagate hue taaki baat aaram se ho jaaye jaise humesha hoti thi. “Main soch raha tha… Uncle Dhruv bahut acche aadmi lagte hain, aur aaj picnic mein itna maza aaya tha, isliye socha ki main unke room mein thodi der baat kar aau.
Sirf unka sahi se shukriya ada karne ke liye aur unke kaam ki kuchh aur kahaniyan sunne ke liye. Zyada der nahi lagegi — waada hai main wapas aa jaunga pehle hi jab tumhe neend aane lage. Kya yeh theek hai?”
Ammi ne phone se nazar uthayi, uski bhuri aankhein meri aankhon se mili, woh naram aur sochti hui expression jo picnic ke baad se uske chehre par thi. Usne apna veil thoda theek kiya bhale hi woh night clothes mein thi, saalon ki sharm aur parda ki aadat, phir halke se saans chhod kar apni naram, behne wali awaaz mein boli.



Main: (darwaze ke paas khade, phone uthate hue) Ammi, main thodi der Dhruv ke room mein waqt bitane ja raha hoon. Bas aise hi baat karne.
Ammi: (couch se nazar uthate, aankhein phailti hui) Kya? Phir se? Rizwan, tum achanak uske saath itni planning kyon kar rahe ho? Pehle picnic, ab uske room mein? Beta, yeh bahut zyada ho raha hai. Maine tumhe kaha tha mujhe yeh sab pasand nahi.
Main: (hanste hue) Ammi, relax karo. Koi badi planning nahi hai. Woh yahan akela hai, hum jaise. Bas thodi der baat karne ja raha hoon. Koi badi baat nahi.
Ammi: (naatakiya saans chhod kar, khadi hote hue) Akela? Woh bada aadmi hai, Rizwan. Aur tum humein uske duniya mein kheench rahe ho. Pehle park mein zabardasti le gaye, ab yeh? Agla kya? Usse dinner ke liye bhi bulaoge?
Main: (abhi bhi hanste hue) Arre, tum phir se zyada soch rahi ho. Main sirf dostana kar raha hoon. Woh acche aadmi hain aur yahan koi nahi hai unka.
Ammi: (ungli seedhi karte hue, awaaz mazboot) Meri baat dhyan se suno. Usse mere baare mein ek shabd bhi mat bolna. Bilkul ek bhi nahi. Samajh gaye? Mujhe nahi chaahiye woh mere baare mein aur kuchh jaane.
Main: (muskurate hue) Theek hai, theek hai. Nahi bolunga. Waada. (phir hansta) Jaise main tumhare raaz bechne ja raha hoon.
Ammi: (aankhein chhoti karte hue) Main serious hoon, Rizwan. Jaana hai to jao, lekin jo maine kaha woh yaad rakhna.
Main: (hanste hue darwaza kholte) Haan Ammi. Fikar mat karo. Jaldi wapas aaunga.
(Main bahar nikalta hoon aur kuchh kadam chal kar Dhruv ke room tak pahunchta hoon. Main halke se knock karta hoon. Woh muskurate hue darwaza kholta hai.)
Dhruv: Arre Rizwan! Andar aao, andar aao. Main yahan baitha bore ho raha tha. Achha laga tumhe dekh kar, yaar.
Main: (andar aate aur chair par baithte) Shukriya, Dhruv bhai. Socha thodi der baat kar aau.
Dhruv: (darwaza band kar ke bed par baithte) Perfect time pe aaye. Poori shaam aaj ke din ke baare mein soch raha tha. Sach mein, picnic bahut maza aaya green park mein. Saath mein company milna bahut achha laga. Khaas kar tumhari Ammi — woh bahut shaandaar aurat hain. Tum acche ladke ho jo unhe saath le aaye aur itna khyaal rakhte ho.
Main: (muskurate) Shukriya. Woh shuru mein thodi hichkicha rahi thi, lekin baad mein theek ho gaya.
Dhruv: (hanste hue) Hichkicha rahi thi? Woh to seedha mana kar rahi thi! Yaad hai kaise keh rahi thi “hum khud chale jayenge”? Maine socha tha minnat karni padegi. Lekin khush hoon woh aayi.
Main: (uske saath hanste hue) Haan, wapas aate hue hum bhi uspar has rahe the. Subah woh bahut naatak kar rahi thi.
Dhruv: Sach batao — us din usko kaisa laga? Mujhe nahi chaahiye woh uncomfortable ho.
Main: Woh dikhawa kar rahi thi jaise maza nahi aaya, lekin maine dekha. Room se nikalne se pehle usne tumhare diye phool phir se soonghe. Aur unhe counter par rakh diya tha, phenkne ki jagah, bhale hi usne waada kiya tha. Iske alawa wapas aate hue usne tumhare parivaar ke baare mein bahut sawaal kiye. Aur park mein woh jheel ke paas dheere chal rahi thi, jaise woh zyada araam kar rahi ho jis se woh maanti thi.
Dhruv: (muskurahat failate, aankhein chamakti hui) Sach? Usne phool phir se soonghe? Yeh sun kar bahut khushi hui. Aur usne mere parivaar ke baare mein poocha? Wah. Maine socha tha woh sirf adab se baat kar rahi thi. Tumhari Ammi kuchh aur hi hain, Rizwan. Bahut khubsurat, bahut saabit. Woh apne aap ko kaise rakhti hain… yeh kam hi hota hai. Unme ek chhupi hui khubsurati hai jo dimag mein rehti hai.
Main: (hanste hue) Haan, woh aisi hi hain. Bahar se sakht lekin andar se naram.
Dhruv: (abhi bhi muskurate) Tum khushnaseeb ho unhe paa kar. Har beta apni Ammi ko is tarah vacation par nahi le jaata. Tum acche ladke ho.
Main: (thoda hilte hue) To… meri girlfriend ke baare mein. Yaad hai woh photo jo us raat mere phone par dikha tha?
Dhruv: (halke se hanste, peeche tek lagate) Haan, woh jo achanak aa gaya tha. Sharm mat karo, yaar. Hum dono bade hain. Yeh normal hai. Uske baare mein batao. Uska naam kya hai? Kitne din se saath ho?
Main: (chehra thoda laal hote) Uska naam Priya hai. Hum lagbhag do saal se saath hain. Woh ghar par padh rahi hai.
Dhruv: (sir hilaate) Achha. Door-door ka rishta, haan? Mushkil hota hoga. Lekin woh photo… woh bahut garam lag rahi thi, yaar. Isliye tum uski photos paas rakhte ho.
Main: (sharmate hue hanste) Haan… us raat jab woh dikha tha to main sharma gaya tha.
Dhruv: (tasalli bhari awaaz) Arre relax. Yahan koi judge nahi kar raha. Sabke saath aise waqt aate hain. To batao aur — tum dono ne rishte mein agla kadam uthaya hai kya? Jaise… asli kareeb?
Main: (sir hilaate) Nahi… nahi kiya. Matlab hum chumban karte hain aur sab, lekin usse zyada kuchh nahi.
Dhruv: (aaram se lekin curious) Hmm. Kya mujhe kuchh aur photos dikha sakte ho? Bas curious hoon.
Main: (phone nikaal kar usko kuchh normal aur thodi revealing photos Priya ki dikhaate) Yeh lo… yeh recent hain.
Dhruv: (photos dekh kar, sarahate hue) Wah, woh bahut khubsurat hai. Aisi ladkiyan pyar chahti hain, Rizwan. Asli pyar. Agar tum usko bahut pyar, dhyan, meethi baatein doge… woh poori tarah khul jayegi. Vishwas karo — usko yeh pyar do aur woh tumhe apni chut de degi. Itna simple hai.
Main: (hanste hue, hairan ki usne itna seedha bola) Tumne sach mein “chut” bola… okay, ab hum khule ho rahe hain.
Dhruv: (muskurate) Kyon nahi? Hum mard hain baat kar rahe hain. Sharmane ki zarurat nahi. To batao, tumhe kaisa lagta hai? Tum Priya ke saath sex karna chahte ho?
Main: (abhi bhi halke se hanste) Haan… chahta hoon. Lekin nahi jaanta kaise aage badhaun.
Dhruv: (aage jhuk kar, dostana) Tum seekh jaoge. Bas himmat rakho. Ab batao — jab hum itne khule hain — mera divorce wala zindagi tumhe kaisa lag raha hai?
Main: (curious) Sach bataun? Kaisa hai? Kya kisi ki kami mehsoos hoti hai?
Dhruv: (saans chhod kar muskurate) Kabhi kabhi haan. Meri ex biwi New Delhi mein beti ke saath hai. Hum do saal pehle alag hue. Ab shaanti hai, lekin road par akela lagta hai.
Main: (seedha) Kya main personal sawal poochh sakta hoon? Kya tum… abhi sex se santusht ho?
Dhruv: (halke se hanste, bilkul be-ijjati nahi) Seedha point par, haan? Achha. Sach bataun? Nahi. Pichhle teen mahine se kisi aurat ko nahi choda. Shipping ka kaam mujhe hamesha travel karata hai — ports, meetings, der raat tak. Waqt nahi, mauka nahi. Bahut frustration hoti hai, lekin kya karen?
Main: (sir hilaate) Teen mahine? Bahut lambi muddat hai.
Dhruv: (kandhe uchkaate) Bahut lambi. Isliye acche logon jaise tum aur tumhari Ammi se baat karna achha lagta hai. Trip behtar ho jata hai. Waise… kya tumhari Ammi ne sach mein phool rakhe the?
Main: (phir hanste) Haan. Unhone unhe glass mein counter par rakh diya. Keh rahi hain phenk dengi, lekin abhi bhi wahan hain.
Dhruv: (naram muskurahat se) Dilchasp. Chhodo mujhe, ab tum batao. Priya ke baare mein koi advice chahiye? Ya kuchh aur?
Main: (ab aaram se) Shayad baad mein. Yeh bahut achha lag raha hai — aise hi baat karna.
Dhruv: (pehle wali baat par muskurate) Chhodo serious baatein. Agar koi recent photo Priya ki hai to ek aur dikhao. Dekhna chahta hoon kaunsi ladki ne tumhara dil jeet liya.
Main: (hanste, phone unlock kar gallery mein scroll karte) Theek hai, ek achhi wali dhoondhta hoon.
(Jab main jaldi jaldi photos swipe kar raha tha, mera angutha phisal gaya aur purani photo screen par aa gayi. Woh photo Ammi aur Abbu ki thi pichhle saal ghar ke park se. Ammi cream rang ki sundar abaya pehne hui thi jismein halke blue phoolon ke design the. Abbu pale yellow shalwar kameez mein the, dono paas khade the, Abbu ka haath Ammi ki kamar par halke se laga hua tha. Ammi bahut khubsurat lag rahi thi aur uski figure flowing dress mein saaf dikhai de rahi thi.)



Dhruv: (achanak freeze ho jata, aankhein phailti hui shock mein screen ko dekhta) Wait… kya? Kya yeh… kya yeh tumhari Ammi hain?
Main: (uski reaction se hairan) Haan, yeh meri Ammi hain. Minal. Kyon? Tum bahut shocked lag rahe ho.
Dhruv: (abhi bhi photo ko dekhte, kuchh seconds tak palak nahi jhapkaate) Yeh sach mein woh hain? Tumhare Abbu ke saath?
Main: (sir hilaate) Haan, pichhle saal ki hai. Kyon aise react kar rahe ho? Yeh to sirf purani photo hai.
(Dhruv photo ko gehri nazar se dekhta rehta hai. Uski aankhein Ammi ke jism par cream abaya aur blue phoolon par atak gayi thi — kapda kaise uske curves ko dheere se jakad raha tha, khaas kar uske seene aur kamar ke aaspaas. Woh poora mesmerized lag raha tha. Main notice karta hoon kaise uski aankhein flowing dress aur uske figure ko hug mein trace kar rahi thi.)
Main: (ek eyebrow uthate) Dhruv bhai… tum theek ho? Tum bahut zor se ghoor rahe ho.
Dhruv: (akhirkaar hosh mein aate, gale ko saaf karte aur jaldi se phone wapas karte) Sorry… lo, tumhara phone. Main bas… aise dekhne ki ummeed nahi thi. Woh hallway aur park mein jitni dikhi thi usse bahut alag lag rahi hain. Woh dress… uspar bilkul perfect lag rahi thi.
Main: (phone wapas lete, notice karte ki woh abhi bhi thoda off lag raha tha) Maine tumhe aise kabhi nahi dekha. Ek pal ke liye tum poore gum ho gaye the.
Dhruv: (awkward hanste, recover karne ki koshish karte) Nahi nahi… kuchh nahi. Tumhari Ammi bahut khubsurat hain, Rizwan. Tum khushnaseeb ho. Woh apne aap ko bahut grace se rakhti hain. Sach mein… bahut shaandaar aurat.
Main: (muskurate) Shukriya. Woh abhi hotel room mein hain, shayad Abbu se phone par baat kar rahi hain. Unhone pehle message kiya tha.



Dhruv: (sofa par peeche tek lagate, abhi bhi thoda dhyaan bhatka hua) Room mein, haan? Theek hai…
Main: (ab curious) Kyon aise react kiya tha? Photo mein tum poore mesmerized lag rahe the. Kya dress ki wajah se tha ya kuchh aur?
Dhruv: (halke se hanste, sawal ko avoid karte) Bas hairan tha, bas itna. Woh photo mein tumhare Abbu ke saath bahut shaant aur khush lag rahi thi. Achha family moment tha.
Main: (poora convinced nahi) Arre sach batao. Tum us cream abaya mein usko ghoor rahe the. Jaise nazar hi nahi hata pa rahe the.
Dhruv: (abhi bhi halke se hanste, sir hilaate) Tum soch rahe ho, Rizwan. Tumhari Ammi bahut attractive aurat hain, bas yeh keh raha hoon. Ab ek minute ke liye maaf karna — mujhe jaldi se nahana hai. Poora din paseena aa raha tha. Sofa par aaram se baitho. Main das minute mein wapas aa jaunga.
Main: (use khade hote dekhte) Ruko, Dhruv bhai… sach mein, photo mein kuchh aisa dekha kya jo tumhe pakad gaya? Tum ajeeb behave kar rahe ho.
Dhruv: (bathroom ke darwaze par ruk kar, muskurate lekin phir avoid karte) Kuchh nahi, yaar. Bas achhi photo thi. Aaram se baitho aur wait karo. Main jaldi hoon.
Woh bathroom ke andar chala gaya aur darwaza band kar diya. Main sofa par baith gaya, abhi bhi hairan tha. Maine kabhi Dhruv ko itna gussa ya bechain nahi dekha tha — usually woh itna smooth aur confident hota hai. Jis tarah usne Ammi ko us cream abaya mein blue phoolon wale dekha… saaf tha ki woh uske jism se behosh ho gaya tha. Usne bahar nikaalne ki koshish ki, lekin saaf dikhta tha kuchh usko bahut zor se laga tha.
Dhruv: (bathroom ke andar se, awaaz thodi dabbi hui) Feel free to watch TV ya kuchh bhi karo jab tak main andar hoon!
Main: (wapas pukarte hue) Theek hai… lekin tumne abhi bhi mera sawaal sahi se jawab nahi diya!
Main ne phir se phone uthaya aur Ammi ki photo ko dekhta raha, yeh dekhne ki koshish kar raha tha ki usko kya hairani hui. Lekin mujhe wohi dikha jo hamesha dikhta tha — uski lajawab khubsurati, woh bhari hui curves jo kisi bhi modest abaya mein poori tarah chhup nahi sakti thi.
Uski bhari choochiyan cream kapde ke against dab rahi thi, naram aur bharpoor shape bana rahi thi, aur uski moti gaand peeche garv se ubhari hui thi, kapda uske bade gol gaand ke tukdon par kas kar khinch raha tha jisse blue phool uske jism par nach rahe the.
Woh paak aur deendar lag rahi thi, jaise perfect _ Ammi hoti hai, Abbu ke paas khadi thi uske pale yellow shalwar kameez mein. Maine sir hilaaya, abhi bhi uljha hua, aur phone side par rakh diya.
Baatein karne ke baad thoda pyaas lagi thi, isliye main utha aur kamre ke kone mein chhote water dispenser ke paas chala gaya.
Yeh bathroom ki deewar ke bilkul paas tha, itna paas ki shower ki awaaz saaf sunai de rahi thi. Lekin phir paani ke saath kuchh aur awaazein mix hone lagi — bathroom ke andar se ajeeb awaazein.
Pehle sirf bhari saansein thi, jaise Dhruv workout ke baad haanf raha ho, lekin jaldi hi yeh dheemi, gale se nikalti karah aur gehri siskariyon mein badal gayi jo bathroom ki deewaron se goonj rahi thi.
“Ahhh… fuck… haan…” Awaazein kacchi aur rhythm wali thi, zor badhati ja rahi thi, jaise woh chup rehne ki koshish kar raha ho lekin rok nahi pa raha. Main dispenser ke paas khada tha, glass aadha bhara haath mein, dimag confusion se bhara hua.
Andar kya ho raha tha? Yeh sirf nahane jaisa nahi lag raha tha. Karahen aur tez hoti gayin, unke saath geeli, thap thap ki awaazein jo pehle samajh nahi aa rahi thi.
Maine khud se kaha yeh kuchh ajeeb nahi — woh acche aadmi hain, izzat karne wale, picnic mein humare saath itna achha vyavhaar kiya tha. Shayad woh thaka hua tha aur stress nikaal raha tha.
Lekin awaazein aati rahi, ab aur tez, woh bechain saansein aur siskariyaan shower ke paani ke saath mil rahi thi. Meri curiosity jeet gayi aur main dheere se bathroom ke darwaze ki taraf badha, carpet par paon tiptoe kar ke taaki koi awaaz na ho.
Hotel ke bathroom ke darwazon mein frosted glass panel tha jo andar light hone par thoda transparent ho jata tha, agar bilkul paas jaakar dekho to dhundhle shapes dikh jaate the.



Main darwaze ke paas deewar se sat gaya, dil thoda tez dhadak raha tha, aur sunne laga.
Ab woh haath se mutthi maarne ki awaazein bilkul saaf thi — geeli, rhythm wali thap thap, jaise haath kisi moti aur sakht cheez par tez tez upar neeche ho raha ho. Woh aur zor se karah raha tha, almost growl karte hue. “Haan… main tujhe paa lunga… aaj raat tu meri hai…”
Ab mujhe pakka ho gaya — woh andar mutthi maar raha tha. Awaazein bahut saaf aur gandi thi, kuchh aur ho hi nahi sakta tha. Uska haath tez pump kar raha tha, har stroke ke saath geeli fapping goonj rahi thi, aur woh dheemi gandi awaaz mein baatein kar raha tha jo mere pet mein guthli si daal rahi thi lekin mera apna secret aadat samajh raha tha.
“Teri choochiyan bahut achhi hain… itni bhari aur naram us dress ke neeche… main unko nichodna chahta hoon jab tak tu mere liye karah na de.” Woh phir se siskari, haath aur tez. “Aur woh badi gaand… ooohh, kapdon ke neeche kaise hilti hai… main uske moti gaand ke tukdon ko pakadunga aur poora failaunga… chehra beech mein daal kar chakhoonga kitni meethi hai tu.”
Woh saaf kisi aurat ke baare mein fantasy kar raha tha jo uske dimag mein atak gayi thi, har lafz se zinda aur sharmnaak tasveer bana raha tha. “Aa ja, tu pavitra chhoti tease… ghutno par baith aur apne sundar honthon se mera lund choos. Mujhe pata hai tere paas aisa kabhi nahi aaya… main tujhe itna chok karunga ki teri aankhein paani se bhar jayengi.” Aur siskariyaan, aur bechain fapping.
“Phir main tujhe jhukaunga aur teri tight chut mein zor se dhakka marunga… teri badi gaand ko mere liye uchhalta dekhunga jab tak main tujhe bewakoof na bana doon. Ant tak tu mera naam cheekhegi, har inch ke liye bheekh maangegi.”
Main yakeen nahi kar pa raha tha jo sun raha tha. Yeh wohi izzat wale Uncle Dhruv the jo humein picnic le gaye the aur Ammi ke saath politely hans rahe the.
Mujhe nahi pata tha yeh aadmi andar se itna ganda hai, lekin maine samjhaane ki koshish ki — usne ek baar bataya tha ki teeno mahine se kisi ke saath nahi tha travel schedule ki wajah se.
Koi aascharya nahi pressure itna badh gaya tha. Phir bhi jis tarah woh bol raha tha, itna kacha aur khula, mera dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Main ne bathroom ke darwaze ka glass panel dheere se ek chhoti si darar mein khola — bahut dheere aur sambhal kar — taaki andar jhaank sakun bina uske notice kiye. Shower poora chal raha tha, steam chhote space mein bhar gaya tha, lekin light itni tez thi ki sab kuchh saaf dikh raha tha.
Mera dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki lag raha tha seene se bahar nikal jayega. Meri aankhein seedhe uske lund par gayi aur main shock se jam gaya.
Woh bahut bada tha — aasani se gyarah inch lamba, meri kalai jitna mota, nasen bhara aur paththar jaisa sakht, uske moti taangon ke beech seedha khada tha jab uski mutthi upar neeche tez tez kar rahi thi. Sir phoola hua aur baingani tha, precum tapak raha tha jo shower ke paani mein mil raha tha.



Main rok nahi pa raha tha. Koi aascharya nahi uski biwi ne usse saal pehle talaaq le liya tha, jaise usne ek baar casually bataya tha — main socha shayad usne itna bada lund handle nahi kar payi. Kaise koi normal aurat itna bada andar le sakti hai? Lag raha tha kisi aurat ko beech se cheer dega, uski deewaron ko hadd tak failayega, itna gehra maarega ki andar ka sab badal dega. Itni badi size dekh kar mera apna lund chhota mehsoos ho raha tha, aur soch raha tha yeh bina dard kiye kaise fit hoga, Ammi jaisi tight aur pavitra chut har dhadakte inch ke ird-gird kaise ladegi aur failegi.
Phir, jab uska haath aur tez ud raha tha aur uski siskariyaan bechain gurrane mein badal rahi thi, usne woh naam bola jo mujhe bijli ki tarah laga. “Minal… fuck, haan… Minal… main teri moti _ chut ko barbaad kar dunga… tujhe mera secret randi bana dunga jab tera shauhar Dubai mein ho…”
Main poora shock ho gaya — dimag pehle to maanne ko taiyar nahi tha. Main wahan jam gaya, aankhein phaili, dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki seene mein dard ho raha tha.
Uncle Dhruv meri Ammi ke baare mein mutthi maar raha tha? Meri deendar, modest, veil pehne wali Ammi? Zindagi mein kabhi kisi mard ko uske baare mein aisi gandi aur sharmnaak baatein karte nahi suna tha.
Yeh woh aurat thi jo roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti thi, sirf Abbu ke saath hi rahi thi, layers mein kapde pehenti thi har curve chhupane ke liye.
Aur yahan yeh mazboot, ganja ***** aadmi apna gyarah inch ka bada lund haath mein pakde uske baare mein porn star ki tarah baatein kar raha tha. “Minal… woh bhari choochiyan uchhalti hui jab main peeche se chodunga… main teri badi gaand ko laal kar thappad marunga aur dekhunga kaise hilti hai… teri tight chhoti chut mein apna cum bhar dunga jab tak woh teri raanon par tapak na de… tujhe tere pavitra rules bhula dunga aur aur maangne pe majboor kar dunga…”
Woh chalta raha, awaaz khushi se toot rahi thi. “Choos, Minal… apne perfect honthon se mera lund lapet aur gehra le… mujhe pata hai tere paas asli mard kabhi nahi aaya… main tere har ched ko apna bana lunga…”
Ab uska haath dhundhla ho gaya tha, fapping ki awaazein shower ke upar bahut tez aur gandi. Uske balls har stroke ke saath bhari hui hil rahe the, aur uska mazboot jism edge ke paas pahunch kar tan gaya.
Phir hua — usne lambi, gale se gehri siskari nikali aur phoot pada. Mote mote reshe uske bade lund se nikal kar shower ki deewar par zor zor se pad rahe the, baar baar, jitna maine kabhi kisi ko nikalte nahi dekha tha.
Yeh har taraf tha — white dharar tiles par beh rahi thi jab woh har boond nikaal raha tha, abhi bhi uska naam dheeme se lete hue. “Minal… fuck… haan…”
Main aur nahi dekh saka. Mere haath kaamp rahe the, poora jism shock aur us ghinaune, gande utsaah se larz raha tha jo main control nahi kar pa raha tha. Main darwaze se dheere peeche hata, dil abhi bhi dhol ki tarah baj raha tha.
Deewar ke bahar bathroom ke paas wali ghadi mein exactly 12:00 AM — midnight ka waqt dikha raha tha. Main tiptoe karte hue armchair ki taraf dauda, phone uthaya aur jaldi se kamre se bahar nikal gaya bina awaaz kiye, darwaza dheere se band kiya.
Meri taangein kamzor mehsoos ho rahi thi jab main hallway se hote hue apne kamron ki taraf jaldi kar raha tha, dimag ghum raha tha sab kuchh jo maine abhi dekha aur suna tha.
Uncle Dhruv ne abhi bahut zor se mutth maari thi jab woh meri Ammi ko sabse gande tareeke se chodne ke khayalon mein tha. Aur sabse bura yeh ki mujhe khud nahi pata tha main iske baare mein kya mehsoos kar raha hoon… lekin main jaanta tha ki yeh trip ab bahut zyada uljha hua ban gaya tha jitna maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.



Main usse baat kiya aur bata diya ki main apne hotel room mein wapas ja raha hoon kyonki Ammi mujhe bula rahi hai. Woh shock jaisa lag raha tha, usne poocha ki main itni jaldi kyon ja raha hoon jabki woh mujhse bahut si baatein karna chahta tha shayad meri Ammi ke baare mein.
Lekin maine usse kaha ki Ammi mujhse kuchh madad chahti hai to woh samajh gaya.
(Main dheere se hotel room ka darwaza kholta hoon aur andar kadam rakhta hoon. Lights abhi bhi on hain. Ammi bistar par baithi hai, bilkul soyi nahi hai. Woh Dhruv ke diye hue gulabon ka bouquet god mein liye hue hai, ungliyon se ek pankhudi ko dheere se chhoo rahi hai.)
Main: Ammi? Abhi bhi jaag rahi ho? Abhi tak soyi kyon nahi? Bahut der ho gayi hai.
Ammi: (thoda chaunk kar lekin jaldi se sambhalti hui) Oh… main bas tere abbu se baat kar rahi thi. Neend nahi aa rahi thi isliye unhe phone kiya.
Main: (phoolon ko abhi bhi uske haathon mein dekhte hue) Aur abhi bhi woh phool haathon mein liye hue ho… jo Dhruv ne diye the.
Ammi: (neeche dekhte hue gulabon par, thodi sharmaati hui) Haan… main tere abbu se video call par baat kar rahi thi. Jab unhone call kiya tha tab yeh phool mere haath mein the. Main phone achanak neeche nahi rakhna chahti thi.
Main: Video call? Tum aur abbu pehle bhi raat ko der tak aise baat karte the na? Lambi lambi baatein.
Ammi: (dheere se sir hilaati hui) Haan, karte the… khas kar jab woh pehli baar Dubai gaye the. Hum ghanton tak baat karte rehte the. Aaj raat unhone mera chehra dekhna chahta tha isliye video call kiya.
(Tabhi Ammi phone ko meri taraf ghumati hai.)
Ammi: (phone par bolte hue) Ruk, main phone Rizwan ko de deti hoon. Woh abhi wapas aa gaya hai.
Abbu: (phone se awaaz aati hui, khush) Rizwan! Beta, kaisa hai tu? Aa, mujhse baat kar.
Main: (bilkul off guard ho kar, dimag mein turant sab kuchh ghumne lagta hai jo maine abhi Dhruv se baat ki thi — khuli baatein, Ammi ki tareef, girlfriend wali baatein. Main thoda ghabra gaya) Uh… Hi Abbu… main theek hoon. Tum kaise ho?
(Main ek second ke liye haklaata hoon, awaaz normal se kam smooth hai.)
Abbu: Arre, itna hairan kyon lag raha hai? Sab theek hai wahan? Vacation kaisi chal rahi hai? Teri Ammi teri achhi dekhbhaal kar rahi hai na?
Main: (thoda sambhal kar) Haan Abbu. Vacation achhi hai. Aaj hum park gaye the… bahut achha tha. Dubai mein construction ka kaam kaisa chal raha hai?
Abbu: (thaka hua lekin fakhr se) Chal raha hai beta. Hum badi tower project par kaam kar rahe hain. Lambi shifts hain lekin paise achhe mil rahe hain. Garmi to maar rahi hai. Bata, tum dono theek se kha rahe ho? Teri Ammi ne bataya aaj picnic kiya tha.
Main: Haan… kiya tha. Maza aaya.
Abbu: Achha, achha. Apni Ammi ka khayal rakhna, theek? Usse thakne mat dena.
Main: Main rakhunga Abbu.
(Ammi achanak phone mere haath se cheen leti hai, jaldi se camera ko chhat ki taraf ghuma deti hai taaki chehra na dikhe aur phone ko thoda peeth ke peeche chhupa leti hai jaise abbu agle hisse ko saaf na sun sake. Call abhi bhi chal rahi hai.)
Ammi: (bahut dheemi fisfisahat mein mere paas jhuk kar) Rizwan… jab tu Dhruv ke kamre mein gaya tha to kya usne mere baare mein baat ki? Jaldi bata.
Main: (normal awaaz mein jawab dene wala tha) Usne kaha —
Ammi: (turant haath mere muh par rakh deti hai, aankhein phaili) Shhh! Dheere bol… fisfisa kar!
Main: (ab fisfisate hue, uska haath abhi bhi mere muh ke paas) Usne sirf achhi baatein kahi Ammi. Usne kaha tum bahut shaandaar ho… bahut khubsurat aur saabit. Usne picnic ke saath bahut maza kiya, khas kar tumse baat karke. Usne tumhari bahut tareef ki.



Ammi: (aankhon mein saaf utsaah, awaaz abhi bhi fisfisahat) Usne yeh sab kaha? Usne exactly kya kaha? Sab kuchh bata.
Abbu: (phone se awaaz, uljhan mein) Minal? Kahan chali gayi? Camera kyon chhat ki taraf hai? Hello? Sun rahi ho?
Ammi: (jaldi se phone ki taraf zor se bolti hui, abhi bhi chhupaye hue) Sorry sorry… phone ek second ke liye gir gaya tha. Signal yahan thoda kamzor hai. Main yahan hoon.
Main: (phir se fisfisate hue Ammi se) Usne kaha tumhari chuppi khubsurati dimag mein basi rehti hai. Aur ki main bahut kismat wala hoon jo meri Ammi aisi hai.
Ammi: (honthon par halki muskurahat aa jati hai khud ke khilaaf, lekin chhupane ki koshish karti hai) Hmm… theek hai. Bas yahi?
Main: Haan… zyadatar achhi baatein. Kuchh bura nahi.
Abbu: (abhi bhi phone se) Minal? Rizwan? Sab theek to hai? Koi chehra kyon nahi dikha raha?
Ammi: (ab mujhe muskurate hue lekin jaldi fisfisate) Theek hai, ab apne kamre mein ja. Good night beta. Kal baat karenge.
Main: (muskurate hue fisfisate) Good night Ammi.
(Main apne bistar ki taraf chal padta hoon. Jaate hue main sunta hoon Ammi phone ko phir se apni taraf ghuma rahi hai aur normal awaaz mein video call jaari karti hai.)
Ammi: (Abbu se meethi awaaz mein) Sorry jaan. Rizwan wapas aa gaya tha aur hum bas ek minute baat kar rahe the. Network thoda kharab ho raha tha. Haan… yahan sab theek hai. Aaj din achha gaya. Rizwan thodi der bahar gaya tha yahan ke ek dost se baat karne… kuchh important nahi. Bata, aaj tera dinner kaisa tha? Theek se khaya tha?
(Main apne bistar par let jata hoon lekin chup rehta hoon, uski naram awaaz sunta hoon jab woh Abbu se baat jaari rakhti hai, din ke baare mein chhoti chhoti bahane aur wajah deti hui. Ab woh bilkul normal aur pyar bhari awaaz mein usse baat kar rahi hai jaise Dhruv ke baare mein woh fisfisahat kabhi hui hi nahi thi.)