Adultery Meri pakeeza ammi kisi khaas insaan se mil gayi

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CHAPTER 6


Main chahta hoon ki meri mom aur Dhruv ek dusre ko 
aur zyada jaane-pehchaane.






Teen din resort mein bahut jaldi guzar gaye, subah ke shaant waqt, dopahar ki sair, 
aur shaam ko jab Ammi aur main saath baith kar abbu ke Dubai se updates ki baat 
karte. Yeh trip taaza karne wala tha, lekin ab woh din aa gaya tha jab hamein ghar
 wapas lautna tha. 


Hamare bag zyadatar pack ho chuke the, aur resort thoda meethe dukh jaisa lag
 raha tha jab hum us sundar hariyali aur samandar ke nazaron ko chhodne ki 
taiyari kar rahe the. 

Us subah, halka nashta khatam karne ke baad, main Ammi ki taraf mud kar aasani 
se muskuraya. “Ammi, main aaj Dhruv ke saath kuchh waqt bitane jaunga jaane se
 pehle. In dinon mein hum dost ban gaye hain, aur main usse achha alvida kehna 
chahta hoon. 

Main shaam tak wapas aa jaunga taaki hum kal ke flight ke liye sab 
taiyar kar sakein.” 

Ammi apne bistar ke kinaare baithi thi, ,,., ke baad veil theek kar rahi thi. Usne
 soch kar mujhe dekha, phir dheere se sir hilaaya. “Theek hai beta. Agar tum uske 
saath waqt bitana chahte ho to main rokungi nahi. 

Tum uski company enjoy kar rahe
 ho, aur jo maine dekha hai woh achha aadmi lagta hai. Bas shaam tak wapas aa 
jaana, theek? Hamein abhi bhi bag double check karne hain aur lambi yatra se pehle
 aaram karna hai.” 

Mujhe chhoti si uttejana mehsoos hui. “Shukriya Ammi. Main waada karta hoon der 
hone se pehle wapas aa jaunga. Kya tum mere saath chalna chahti ho? Hum sab 
milkar lunch kar sakte hain ya kuchh.” 

Usne dheere se lekin mazbooti se sir hilaaya, uski hare aankhein meri aankhon se
 mili. “Nahi beta. Main yahin ruk kar aaram karungi. Aaj bahar zyada jaane ka 
mann nahi hai. Tum jao aur maze karo. Lekin suno — agar Dhruv mere baare mein
 kuchh bhi kahe jab tum uske saath ho, kuchh bhi, to wapas aakar mujhe sab bata 
dena. Mujhe jaanna hai. Hum ek sahi parivaar hain, aur mujhe in baaton se waqif 
rehna chahiye.” 

Main ne sir hilaaya, awaaz halki rakhte hue. “Zaroor Ammi. Main sab bataunga. Fikar
 mat karo.” 

Main kamron se nikla aur neeche Dhruv se mila. Humne pura din saath bitaya, achhe 
restaurants aur ilaake ke acche jagahon par ghumte hue. Hum saath ki kahaniyon
 par hanste, zindagi ki baat karte, aur garam mausam ka maza lete rahe. 

Baad mein humne ek aur restaurant chuna jahan bahar baithne ki achhi jagah thi, 
rang birange chhatriyon ke neeche table, aur halki hawa chal rahi thi. Humne thanda
 coke aur kuchh swadisht nashte maange — khasta samosa, taza kata phal, aur tez 
chaat. Jab hum kha rahe the, baat zyada personal ho gayi. 

Dhruv apni kursi par peeche jhuk gaya, uska mota mazboot jism aaram se tha lekin
 aankhein gambhir. 

Main: Yeh bahut achha hai yaar. Dinner ke baad aise hi baithna. Koi jaldi nahi, koi 
plan nahi. 

Dhruv: (coke ka bada ghunt lete hue, kursi par aaram se peeche jhuk kar muskurate)
 Bilkul. Yeh shaam ki hawa bahut achhi lagti hai. To aaj tumhari Ammi kahan hai? 
Jab main tumhare darwaze ke paas se guzra tha to unhe nahi dekha. 

Main: (muskurate hue) Woh kamre ke andar thi. Kaha tha achhe se aaram karna 
chahti hai. Thodi der pehle maine unhe halka sa dance karte dekha — jaante ho, 
phone par purane gaane sun kar thoda hil rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi karti hain jab sochti
 hain koi dekh nahi raha. 

Dhruv: (halke se hansta, aankhein chamak uthi) Dance? Minal dance kar rahi thi… 
main iske liye paisa de sakta hoon. Socho woh mere liye aise hil rahi ho. (halke se 
hansta) Khuda, yeh to kuchh khaas hoga. 

Main: (uske saath hanste hue, lekin pet mein ajeeb mor mehsoos karte hue kyonki 
mujhe already pata tha woh uske kitna deewana hai) Haha, haan… woh sharm se 
mar jayengi agar yeh sunengi. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi muskurate, ek aur ghunt lete) Nahi, sach mein. Tumhari Ammi mein
 ek khubsurat andaaz hai. Sirf chalte waqt bhi woh sundar lagti hain. Lekin dance? 
Woh to agla level hoga. 

(Hum dono thodi der hanste. Main kursi par hilta hoon, natak karta hoon jaise kuchh
 nahi, lekin andar soch raha hoon — haan, woh pehle din se hi usmein interested hai.) 

Dhruv: Waise… tumhare abbu kaise hain? Dubai se kab wapas aa rahe hain? Tumne
 bataya tha woh wahan kaam karte hain. 

Main: Woh abhi bhi us bade construction project par hain. Kehte hain kam se kam
 aur teen chaar mahine lagenge. Jo tower bana rahe hain woh bahut bada hai, aur 
deadlines bar bar aage badh rahe hain. 

Dhruv: Chaar mahine? Yeh to bahut lambi muddat hai tumhari Ammi ke liye akele
 rehne ki. Kya unhe unki kami mehsoos nahi hoti? 

Main: Hoti hai… lekin woh mazboot hain. Kehti hain ab aadat pad gayi hai. Kabhi
 kabhi raat ko video call par baat karte hain, lekin woh baat alag nahi hoti. 

Dhruv: (dheere se sir hilaate) Unke liye mushkil hoga. Minal jaisi aurat… uske aas
 paas koi aisa hona chahiye jo sach mein uske liye ho. Sirf hazaaron kilometer 
door se phone calls nahi. 






Main: Haan. Abbu hamesha kehte hain “jaldi”, lekin hum sab jaante hain aise 
projects kaise chalte hain. Pichhli baar unhone teen mahine kaha tha aur woh aath
 ho gaye. 

Dhruv: (coke khatam kar ke waiter ko do aur maangne ka ishara) Bilkul. Zindagi 
chhoti hai, Rizwan. Hamesha intezaar nahi kar sakte. 

Main: Sach. Kabhi kabhi mujhe unke liye bura lagta hai. Woh is vacation par maze 
karne ki koshish kar rahi hain, lekin main dekhta hoon jab abbu ka naam aata hai
 to woh chup ho jati hain. 

Dhruv: (ek pal chup, phir thoda aage jhuk kar) Rizwan… mujhe tumse kuchh batana
 hai. Aur please mujh par gussa mat hona, theek? Pehle din jab plane mein unhe 
dekha tha tab se main chhupa raha hoon, lekin ab nahi rakh sakta. 

Main: (natak karte hue jaise kuchh pata nahi, halanki maine kal raat chupke se uske
 bathroom mein dekha tha, darwaza thoda khula, woh zor zor se apna lund sehlata 
hua uska naam fisfisa raha tha “Minal… fuck…”) Kya baat hai Dhruv bhai? 

Dhruv: (awaaz dheemi, sachchi) Main tumhari Ammi ke liye pagal hoon yaar. Sach
 mein. Unka dekhna, unki baat karna, unka sharmaana… yeh sab mujhe paagal kar 
deta hai. Main jaanta hoon woh shadi shuda hain, woh tumhari Ammi hain, lekin
 har baar unhe dekh kar mera dimag wahan chala jata hai. Main unke baare mein 
sochna band nahi kar pa raha. 

Main: (hairani ka natak karte hue lekin shaant) Wah… theek hai. 

Dhruv: (jaldi se) Maaf karna agar yeh tumhe shock kare. Mujhe khud yeh zor se bolte 
hue bura lag raha hai. Lekin mujhe tumhe batana tha. Main tumhari izzat karta 
hoon isliye jhooth nahi bol sakta. 

Main: (peeche jhuk kar, dheere se coke ka ghunt lete) Aaram se Dhruv. Main 
gussa nahi hoon. Sach bataun… mujhe pehle se thoda andaaza tha. 

Dhruv: (aankhein phaili, hairani se) Tumhe pata tha? Kaise? 

Main: (kandhe uchka kar halki muskurahat se) Pehle hallway mein mulakat se hi,
 tum unhe kaise dekh rahe the… woh gifts, humein drive karne ka offer. Aur 
kal raat… maine tumhe bathroom mein dekha. Darwaza poora band nahi tha. Tum
 unke baare mein soch rahe the na? 

Dhruv: (chehra laal ho gaya, lekin inkaar nahi kiya) Fuck… tumne woh dekha? 
Bahut maaf karna Rizwan. Main nahi chahta tha tum dekh lo. Bas ho gaya. 

Main: (shaant reh kar) Koi baat nahi. Main gussa nahi hoon. Asal mein… mujhe
 lagta hai yeh theek hai. Woh bahut sundar hain. Koi bhi mard aisa feel karega. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi hairan, mujhe ghoorte hue) Tum… yeh qubool kar rahe ho? 
Tumhe gussa nahi aa raha ki main tumhari apni Ammi ke liye pagal hoon? 

Main: (sir hilaate) Nahi. Maine dekha hai abbu kitne kam aate hain. Ammi ko 
mehsoos hona chahiye ki koi unhe chahta hai. Aur tum… tum acche aadmi ho. Tum 
unke saath achha vyavhaar karte ho. Unhe muskurahat dete ho jab woh kitni 
sakht aur purane soch wali ban jati hain. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi samajh nahi pa raha) Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tum yeh bol
 rahe ho. Zyadatar bete to abhi mujhe maar dete. 

Main: (halke se hanste) Shayad. Lekin main zyadatar beton jaisa nahi hoon. Dekho,
 abbu Dubai mein mahinon tak atak gaye hain. Ammi yahan hain, sundar lag rahi 
hain, kabhi kabhi akeli mehsoos karti hain. Tum bilkul bagal mein ho, tum unhe
 pasand karte ho… phir galat kyon hona chahiye? Zindagi chhoti hai, jaise tumne
 kaha. 

Dhruv: (awaaz ab thodi uttejit) Tum sach keh rahe ho? Kyonki main unke baare
 mein soch soch kar pagal ho raha hoon. Unka jism ka shape… woh bade sundar 
choochiyan, kamar ki curve, chalte waqt woh bhari gol gaand… woh perfect hain
 Rizwan. Jab bhi woh dupatta theek karti hain mera lund khada ho jata hai.
 Zindagi mein kabhi kisi aurat ko itna nahi chaaha. 

(Main feel karta hoon mera apna lund table ke neeche halka sa sakht hone laga 
hai sirf unke us tarah describe karne se. Main jaldi se taangein cross kar leta 
hoon aur position badalta hoon taaki woh notice na kare, natak karta hoon aur
 snacks lene ke liye aage jhukta hoon.) 

Main: (awaaz steady rakhte) Dekha? Yeh main bilkul yahi keh raha tha. Unka asar 
aisa hi hai. Unki curves bahut zabardast hain. Main bhi kabhi kabhi notice karta
 hoon woh kitni achhi lagti hain. Aur tum… tum unki qadr us tarah karte ho jaise
 ek mard ko karni chahiye. Abbu ne saalon se unhe aisa mehsoos nahi karaya. 

Dhruv: (aur aage jhuk kar, aankhein tez) Tum ab mujhe wajah de rahe ho? Tum
 sach mein chahte ho main… unke peeche padoon? 

Main: (dheere se sir hilaate) Haan. Main chahta hoon. Unhe mehsoos hona 
chahiye ki koi unhe chahta hai. Tum yeh de sakte ho. Tum samajhdar ho, 
successful ho, unke saath baat karte waqt izzat dete ho. Agar kabhi unhone 
tumhe mauka diya to tum le lena. Main raaste mein nahi aaunga. Asal mein… 
agar chaaho to main madad bhi karunga. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi hairan lekin ab muskurate) Yeh to bahut wild hai. Main soch 
raha tha tum mujhse nafrat karoge. Iske bajaye tum mujhe apni Ammi ke jism 
ke peeche jaane ke liye protsahit kar rahe ho… khule aam unke liye pagal hone
 ke liye. 

Main: (muskurate) Bilkul. Aur sach bataun? Tumhe unke liye itna chahte hue
 dekhna… yeh ek ajeeb tarah se garam lag raha hai. Bas unhe jaldi mat karna. 
Woh purane soch wali hain, lekin andar se mujhe lagta hai woh tumhara dhyan
 pasand karti hain. 

Dhruv: (gehri saans lete, rahat aur uttejana se) Khuda Rizwan… shukriya mujhe 
judge na karne ke liye. Plane se lekar har raat main unke baare mein soch kar
 mutth maar raha hoon. Unke honth, unke choochiyan, unki kamar ka hilna…
 main har curve ko chhoona chahta hoon. Main unhe phir se asli aurat mehsoos
 karana chahta hoon. 

Main: (mera lund ab poora thoda sakht ho chuka hai, main phir se position
 badalta hoon aur table ke neeche achhe se chhupata hoon aage jhuk kar) To jo
 kar rahe ho wahi karte raho. Phool, taareef, chhoti chhoti baatein. Woh un
 phoolon ko rakh rahi hain, jaante ho. Jab sochti hain main nahi dekh raha to
 unhe soonghti hain. 

Dhruv: (halke se hanste, ab aur aaram se) Sach? Fuck… isse to mujhe aur zyada
 unki ichchha hone lagi. Tum bahut acche dost ho Rizwan. Bahut alag tarah ke bete. 

Main: (dheere se coke ka ghunt lete, phir aage jhuk kar halki si muskurahat se)
 Asal mein Dhruv bhai… kal raat ke baare mein. Main sirf “thoda andaaza” nahi 
tha. Main sach mein dekh aur sun chuka tha bathroom mein. 

Dhruv: (chip ka bite lene ke beech ruk gaya, aankhein phaili) Kya? 

Main: Haan. Tumhara bathroom ka darwaza thoda khula tha. Main hamare kamre
 ki taraf wapas aa raha tha aur suna tum uska naam le kar moan kar rahe the…
 “Minal… fuck, Minal…” Tum bahut zor se mutth maar rahe the yaar. Main
 wahan das second tak khada raha tha phir chupke se chala gaya. Tumhe
 sharminda nahi karna chahta tha. 

Dhruv: (chehra laal, lekin nervous hansta aur gardan peeche ragadta) Fuck…
 tumne sach mein dekha? Main soch raha tha main chup tha. Khuda, bahut maaf
 karna Rizwan. Yeh to bahut awkward hai. 

Main: (aaram se kandhe uchka kar, ek aur moongphali muh mein daalte) Koi
 baat nahi. Sach bataun? Yeh sun kar mujhe thoda garam ho gaya tha, kitna 
zor se tum unhe chahte ho. Tum bahut andar tak the. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi samajhte hue, disbelief mein hansta) Tum kuchh aur hi ho
 yaar. Zyadatar ladke to mera darwaza tod dete. Lekin tum yahan baith kar 
bata rahe ho ki yeh tumhe garam kar raha tha? 

Main: (sir hilaate) Haan. Kyonki ab mujhe samajh aa gaya hai. Woh meri Ammi
 hain, lekin woh ek garam aurat bhi hain jo bahut der se ignore ki ja rahi hain.
 Aur main tumhari madad kar sakta hoon. 

Dhruv: (palak jhapkaate, poori tarah hairan) Madad? “Madad karunga” se kya
 matlab? 

Main: (aur paas jhuk kar, awaaz dheemi lekin saaf) Matlab main tumhe unhe
 haasil karne mein madad kar sakta hoon. Sach mein. Unke saath jo chaaho karo.
 Unhe chhuo, chumban lo, unhe chodo… kuchh bhi. Main yeh hona karwa dunga. 

Dhruv: (chair par peeche jhuk kar, aankhein phaili, Coke girne wala) Kya baat 
kar raha hai tu? Tu mujhe apni Ammi ko chodne mein madad karne ko bol raha
 hai? Main yakeen nahi kar pa raha jo sun raha hoon. 

Main: (shaant muskurate hue) Bilkul serious. Kyon nahi? Abbu Dubai mein 
mahinon se atak gaye hain. Zindagi maza karne ke liye hai, Dhruv. Ammi apne
 achhe saalon ko sirf video call aur phoolon ka intezaar karte hue kyon bitaye jo
 woh pasand nahi karti dikhawa karti hain? 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi hairan, awaaz dheemi) Lekin… tera abbu? Unke baare mein kya?
 Woh shadi shuda aurat hai. _ ghar aur sab. 

Main: (haath hawa mein ghumate) Abbu? Woh hazaaron kilometer door tower bana 
raha hai. Kabhi kabhi call karta hai, paisa bhejta hai, bas. Ammi ko mehsoos hona
 chahiye ki koi usko chahta hai, phir se mard ke haathon ka sparsh. Zindagi chhoti 
hai yaar. Sirf ek mauka milta hai maza lene ka. Agar tu usko us tarah khush kar 
sakta hai jise abbu ab nahi kar sakte, to rok kyon? 

Dhruv: (sir hilaate, abhi bhi vishwas nahi lekin muskurane laga) Tu sach mein isko 
badhawa de raha hai… main soch raha tha main hi paagal hoon uske liye lust karne 
ke liye. 

Main: (muskurate) Dekh, tu ne kal mujhe Priya ke baare mein solid salah di thi — 
usko pyar, meethi baatein, usko khaas mehsoos karana taaki woh khule aur mujhe
 apni chut de. Tu seedha tha mere saath. Isliye ab mera number hai tujhe wapas 
madad karne ka. Main tujhe Ammi ko utni hi tarah haasil karne mein madad karunga. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi shocked lekin ab utsaahit) Tu sach keh raha hai? Tu meri madad
 karega Minal ko seduce karne mein… apni Ammi ko? 

Main: (sir hilaate) 100 percent. Woh garam hai, Dhruv. Mujhe pata hai. Woh bade
 choochiyan, woh gol gaand, kamar ka woh curve — maine poori zindagi dekha hai. 
Main poori tarah samajhta hoon tu uske liye itna lust kyon kar raha hai. Kal raat jab 
main tere room se nikla, usne dheemi awaaz mein mujhse poocha ki kya tu uske 
baare mein baat kar raha tha. Woh curious thi. Jab maine usko tere acche lafz bataye
 to woh thoda muskurayi bhi. 

Dhruv: (aankhein chamakte, awaaz utsaah se) Usne mere baare mein poocha? Sach? 
Fuck, yeh to garam hai. Usne exactly kya kaha? 

Main: Usne har detail jaanna chahti thi. “Usne kya kaha? Sab bata.” Aur abhi bhi tere
 diye phool counter par hain. Jab sochti hai main dekh nahi raha to woh unko soonghti 
hai. Main tujhe bata raha hoon, woh interested lag rahi hai. Bahar se woh sakht aur 
conservative banne ka natak karti hai, lekin andar se usko teri attention pasand aa 
rahi hai. 

Dhruv: (muskurahat failate, saans tez) Bhagwan, Rizwan… agar woh thodi si bhi 
interested hai to main mehsoos kar raha hoon woh mujhe qubool kar legi. Usne us
 subah mera haath kaise pakda tha, park mein mujhe kaise dekha tha… kuchh tha 
wahan. 

Main: (halke se hanste) Asaan nahi hoga shayad. Woh proper _ aurat hai —
 bahut conservative, roz paanch waqt ,,.,, yeh sab. Pehle woh shocked ya gussa 
dikhayegi. 

Dhruv: (vishwas bhari muskurahat) Mujhe exact tarike pata hain usko haasil karne 
ke, vishwas kar. Dheere dheere tareefen, usko khoobsurat aur chahta hua mehsoos
 karana, chhoti chhoti touches jo masoom lagti hain… yeh kaam karta hai. Woh
 khulegi. 

Main: (curious) Kaunse tarike? Bata. 

Dhruv: (sir hilaate, khelte muskurahat ke saath) Abhi nahi. Jaldi. Jab waqt sahi 
hoga tab poora plan bataunga. Abhi sirf vishwas kar. Lekin mujhe abhi ek cheez 
chahiye tujhse. 

Main: Kuchh bhi. 

Dhruv: Mujhe uska number de. Uska personal number. 

Main: (bina soch phone nikaalte) Theek hai. Yeh lo… (main type karke screen 
dikhata hoon) Ise “Minal” naam se save kar. Woh WhatsApp bhi use karti hai. 

Dhruv: (jaldi number save karte, aankhein chamak rahi) Shukriya, Rizwan. Tujhe
 pata nahi yeh mere liye kya matlab rakhta hai. Main har raat uske jism ke 
baare mein sapna dekhta hoon… woh curves, woh sharmili muskurahat. Agar tu 
sach mein madad karega to main usko us tarah choduunga jise woh deserve
 karti hai — zor se aur gehra, jaise ek anneglected aurat ko chahiye. 

Main: (mere lund table ke neeche phir se hilte hue uski baaton se) Pehle dheere
 se jaana. Woh sharmili hai. Lekin haan… main hoon isme. Jo bhi tu uske saath 
chahe, main madad karunga usko haqeeqat banane mein. 

Dhruv: (Coke ka glass uthate, toast ke liye) Hamare ek doosre ki madad karne ke
 liye. Tu Priya ki chut haasil kar… main teri Ammi ko. 

Main: (uske glass se takrate, hanste) Deal. 

Phir usne mujhe bataya ki woh meri Ammi ke liye kai cheezein kharidna chahta 
hai, nayi panties aur anya intimate cheezein bhi. “Main usko thoda spoil karna 
chahta hoon. Woh acche cheezon ki haqdaar hai.” 

Maine curious hokar poocha, “Kya tumhe lagta hai Ammi unko qubool karengi? 
Woh bahut puritanical aur modest hai. Phool aur chocolate ke liye bhi woh 
hesitant thi.” 

Dhruv ne vishwas bhari muskurahat se kaha, uska ganja sir dhoop mein chamak
 raha tha. “Woh qubool kar legi, beta. Mujh par chhod de. Aisi auratein kabhi 
kabhi thoda naram dhakka chahti hain, lekin jab unhe mehsoos hota hai ki unki
 kadar ki ja rahi hai to woh khul jaati hain. Is par mujh par vishwas kar.” 

Us din usne mere liye bhi naye kapde kharide — do acche shirts aur ek perfect 
fit jeans. 

Phir usne Ammi ke liye kai sundar dresses chuni, halke rangon mein jo uske jism
 par achhe lagenge, saath mein kai sundar panties ke packet — kuchh cotton, 
kuchh delicate lace wali — aur do elegant sone ki chain jo mehngi lagti thi lekin 
roz pehenne layak modest thi. 

“Yeh uske liye hain,” usne kaha jab hum bag utha rahe the. “Usse keh dena yeh
 us dost ke taraf se hain jo usko khoobsurat mehsoos karana chahta hai.” 

Shaam ko main hotel room mein wapas aaya, haathon mein bag. 

Ammi pehle se hi halke peele phoolon wale dress mein taiyar thi jo taza aur 
elegant lag rahi thi, uska veil sahi se pinned. Kapda uske bhari choochiyon par 
drap kiya hua tha aur uski chaudi kamar aur uss massive moti gaand par softly
 chipka hua tha, jaise woh khud ek khilta phool ho. Bahar asmaan orange hone
 laga tha. 

Usne mujhe dekha, thodi rahat aur halki pareshani ke saath. “Rizwan beta, itni
 der kyon ho gayi? Main chinta karne lagi thi. Tu ne kaha tha jaldi wapas 
aayega. Kya hua tha?” 

Maine shopping bags dheere se neeche rakhe. “Sorry Ammi. Dhruv aur main 
lunch ke baad shopping karne gaye the. Waqt ka pata nahi chala. Usne kuchh 
cheezein kharidi… jinme se kuchh tere liye bhi.” 

Baad mein jab hum room se bahar nikalne wale the departure plans final karne, 
maine usse kaha, “Waise Mr. Dhruv aaj shaam airport tak drive kar ke le jaane
 ko bol raha tha. Usne offer kiya, taxi ka kharcha bach jayega.” 

Ammi ne qubool kiya, lekin saaf tha ki uska dil nahi chahta tha. Usne saans
 chhodi aur kaha, “Theek hai, agar woh zid kare… lekin woh kya sochenga beta? 
Usne already mere liye dresses aur anya cheezein kharid di thi aaj dopahar
 shopping mein. Mujhe aur madad lene mein ajeeb lag raha hai. Bahut zyada hai.” 

Maine usko dheere se sambhala, kandhe par haath rakh kar. “Ammi, theek hai. 
Woh sirf meherbani kar raha hai. Itna tension mat le. Woh tujhe bahut izzat deta
 hai. Bas madad qubool kar le aur safar aaram se ho.” 

Baad mein hum hotel lobby mein Dhruv se mile. Usne humare bag uthane mein
 madad ki, carefully car ke trunk mein rakhe aur garam awaaz mein baat ki. “Kuchh 
fikar mat karo. Main tum dono ko airport tak aaram se pahuncha dunga. Yeh bag
 bhari hain — mujh par chhod do.” 

Ammi uski maujoodgi se thoda kaamp rahi thi, haath veil ke kinaare se khel 
rahe the. “Shukriya Dhruv bhai… bag uthane mein madad ke liye. Bahut meherbani
 hai aapki.” 

Car mein airport jaate waqt Ammi front passenger seat par baithi aur main peeche. 
Baat dheere shuru hui lekin garam hoti gayi. Ammi ne Dhruv ki taraf mud kar dheemi
 awaaz mein kaha, 

“Dhruv bhai, shopping ke liye bahut bahut shukriya. Dresses bahut sundar hain, aur 
chainen… woh bahut zyada hain. Main aapki meherbani ka badla kaise doon. Main 
yeh sab expect nahi kar rahi thi.” 

Dhruv muskuraya, gaadi chalate hue, mazboot haath steering par. “Mera khushi tha, 
behen. Tumhe achha mehsoos hona chahiye. Mujhe khushi hai tumhe pasand aaye.” 






Main peeche seat se chhedne se khud ko rok nahi paya. “Dekha Ammi? Dhruv ne un
 gifts se tujhe khush kar diya. Tu zyada muskurana chahiye — usne har cheez 
chunne mein mehnat ki hai.” 

Ammi ne peeche haath badha kar mere ghutne par naughty thappad maara, uske
 gaal veil ke neeche laal ho gaye. “Rizwan! Abhi band kar. Uske saamne mujhe
 aise sharminda mat kar.” 

Dhruv zor se hanse, awaaz car mein bhar gayi. “Woh bas energy mein hai, hamesha 
ki tarah.” 

Main aur aage badha, teen aur baatein kahi jo Ammi ko aur zyada sharminda kar gayi. 

Pehli, “Ammi, tu un nayi panties mein se ek pehen le jo Dhruv ne kharidi. Mujhe
 lagta hai woh tere… curves par bahut comfortable lagenge.” Doosri, “Uncle Dhruv,
 Ammi mujhe bata rahi thi ki dresses ka kapda kitna soft hai. Usne ek try kiya aur
 kaha woh uske jism par perfectly chipak jaata hai.” Teesri, “Ammi us din jab us
 phool ko soongh rahi thi jo tune diya tha tab bahut sundar lag rahi thi. Usne poori
 raat tak usko takiye ke paas rakha.” 

Har baar Ammi ka chehra aur laal hota gaya. Usne seat mein mud kar hiss kiya, 
“Rizwan, bas kar! Main aisi baatein nahi sunna chahti.” 

Dhruv ne rear view mirror mein mujhe dekha, abhi bhi muskurate hue lekin warning
 wali awaaz mein. 

Yeh poori situation khaas thi kyonki yeh pehli baar tha jab Ammi kisi doosre mard
 se gifts qubool kar rahi thi. Woh hamesha itni sakht aur puritanical rahi thi, pehle
 kabhi aisa socha bhi nahi tha. 

Phir bhi yahan woh Dhruv ki car mein baithi thi, uske kharide naye dress mein, 
uski madad se airport ja rahi thi. 

Jab hum airport terminal pahunche, hum dono car se utre. Teeno ke beech baat
 lambi aur naturally flow kar rahi thi shuru mein. 





  
Dhruv ne kaha, “Main ummeed karta hoon tum dono ka ghar wapas safar surakshit
 ho. Contact mein rehna, theek hai?” 

Main muskurate hue bol pada. 

“Ammi, waise maine Dhruv ko tumhara number us dopahar diya tha jab hum
 shopping kar rahe the. Taaki tum dono dost ban jao aur kabhi kabhi message kar sako. 
Achha hoga na?” 

Ammi pehle ghabra gayi, aankhein badi ho gayi jab usne meri baat samjhi. Usne nahi
 jaana tha ki maine uska number de diya, aur yeh baat us par zor se lagi. 

Kyonki hum ek sakht _ parivaar the, har cheez mein puritanical, usne kabhi 
ummeed nahi ki thi ki uska apna beta uska personal number kisi doosre mard ko de
 dega — khas kar ek ***** mard ko jise woh jaanti bhi nahi thi. 

Yeh pal uske liye bahut awkward ho gaya. Uske haath god mein jakad gaye, usne
 majboori se chhoti si muskurahat ki, saaf tha ki woh uncomfortable mehsoos kar
 rahi thi. 

“Rizwan… tune usko mera number de diya? Mujhse poochhe bina?” usne kaha,
 awaaz dheemi lekin hairani aur bechaini se bhari. 

“Main… main nahi jaanti kya kahun. Yeh mera personal number hai. Hum 
_ hain beta. Hum aise number bahar ke mardon ko nahi dete. Yeh galat 
lagta hai.” 

Dhruv ne izzat se jawab diya, dheere se bola, “Minal, agar yeh tumhe 
uncomfortable karta hai to main message nahi karunga jab tak tum na kaho. Main
 tumhare values ko poora samajhta hoon. Main sirf acche dost banana chahta 
hoon agar tum ijazat do.” 

Ammi ne majboori se jawab diya, shabdon ko dhyaan se chunta hua kyonki maine
 usko aisi sthiti mein daal diya tha jo usko pasand nahi thi — woh majboori ke 
pal jo main kabhi kabhi uske liye banata tha. 

“Nahi, yeh… theek hai, Dhruv bhai. Mujhe khushi hai ki Rizwan ne humein dost 
bana diya. Woh hamesha aise kaam bina soche kar deta hai, lekin… haan, hum 
dost ki tarah contact mein reh sakte hain. Theek hai.” 

Pura waqt woh awkward lag rahi thi, gaal garam, lekin usne apni composure 
banaye rakhi jaise ek deendar aurat hoti hai, bhale hi andar se woh bahut 
sharminda aur bechain thi. 


Phir humne Dhruv ko alvida kaha aur usne mujhe wink kiya, maine bhi wink kiya. 

Main aur Ammi thodi der aur baat karte rahe — safar ke baare mein, abbu ke 
Dubai mein construction kaam ke baare mein, aur kaise hum sab phir milenge
 jab abbu ghar wapas aayenge. 

(Hum airport terminal ke check-in counter ke paas khade the, briefcase aur 
chhote carry-on bag pakde hue. Dhruv ne humein kuchh minute pehle chhod
 diya tha. Humne uski gaadi jaate hue haath hilaya. Ammi thodi tense lag rahi 
thi.) 

Ammi: (meri taraf tez ghum kar, awaaz dheemi lekin gusse se bhari) Rizwan, 
tu kya soch raha tha? Tune dopahar mein Dhruv ko mera number chhup kar de 
diya jab tum dono shopping gaye the? Mere peeth peeche aisa kaise kar sakta
 hai? 

Main: (hansne ko rokte hue, briefcase doosre haath mein lete) Ammi, relax
 karo. Itna bada mamla nahi hai. Mujhe laga achha hoga agar woh contact
 mein reh sake. Yeh pichhle kuchh dino mein bahut madadgaar tha. 

Ammi: (aankhein chhoti karte hue) Itna bada mamla nahi? Tune ek anjaan
 aadmi ko mera personal number bina mujhse poochhe de diya! Kya hoga agar 
woh baar baar call ya message karne lage? Main shadi shuda aurat hoon beta.
 Yeh sahi nahi hai. 

Main: (halke se hanste hue) Woh ab anjaan nahi raha Ammi. Humne uske 
saath itna waqt bitaya. Aur woh sirf achha ban raha tha. Ek extra contact 
rakhne mein kya burai hai? 

Ammi: (sir hilaate hue, saaf upset) Nahi. Mujhe yeh pasand nahi. Pehle 
phool, phir picnic, phir woh kapde jo usne mere liye kharide… aur ab mera 
phone number? Aaj tune hadd paar kar di. 

Main: (muskurate hue) Kapdon ki baat kar rahe the… tune kaha tha ghar
 pahunchte hi sab jalaa degi na? 

Ammi: (sakht awaaz mein) Haan. Main uske kharide har dress aur scarf ko 
jalaa dungi. Mere cupboard mein uski koi cheez nahi chahiye. 

Main: (halke se hanste hue) Arre waah Ammi. Ab toh keh rahi ho, lekin main
 jaanta hoon tu nahi karegi. Tujhe achhe kapde bahut pasand hain. Jab usne
 woh bag diye the tab tera chehra dekha tha — aankhein chamak rahi thi. 

Ammi: (serious banne ki koshish karte hue, lekin chhoti muskurahat nikalne
 ki koshish kar rahi thi) Hansna band kar. Main sach keh rahi hoon. Jaise hi 
ghar pahunchenge woh kapde seedhe kachre mein… ya main unhe jalaa dungi.
 Mujhe farak nahi padta. 

Main: (usko chhedte hue) Sachchi? To phir tu un kurtas aur sarees ko aise kyon 
dekh rahi thi jaise bahut chahti ho? Main ne dekha tu kapde ko chhoo rahi thi,
 sab dekha. 

Ammi: (gussa banne ka natak karte hue, sakht nazar se) Rizwan! Aise mat bol.
 Main sirf polite thi. Uske dil ko thoda nahi lagana chahti thi. Iska matlab yeh 
nahi ki mujhe pasand aaye. 





Main: (abhi bhi halke se hanste hue) Polite? Ammi, tu ne colors chunte hue lagbhag
 bees minute laga diye. Qabool kar — tujhe pasand aaye the. 

Ammi: (baahen baandh kar, sakht dikhne ki koshish) Maine aisa kuchh nahi kiya.
 Aur agar dekha bhi to sirf isliye kyonki usne zor diya. Main kuchh nahi rakhungi. 
Ghar pahunchte hi jalaa dungi ya phenk dungi. Baat khatam. 

Main: (aur muskurate hue) Theek hai theek hai. Lekin main shart lagata hoon ek 
hafte ke andar woh kapde tere cupboard mein achhe se latak rahe honge. Tu phenk
 nahi payegi. Woh bahut sundar hain. 

Ammi: (abhi bhi gussa banne ka natak, lekin awaaz thodi naram) Rizwan, mujhe 
chhedna band kar. Tu din ba din bahut shaitan hota ja raha hai. Pehle picnic pe 
majboor kiya, phir gifts qubool karwaye, aur ab bina ijazat usko mera number de
 diya. Ab aage kya? 

Main: (khelte hue) Aage? Shayad main usko ghar bula loon jab abbu abhi Dubai 
mein hon. Woh dinner ke liye aa sakta hai. 

Ammi: (aankhein badi, sach mein shock) Rizwan! Is mazak ko bhi mat kar. Main us 
aadmi ko kabhi ghar mein nahi aane dungi. Kabhi nahi. 

Main: (hanste hue) Dekha? Tu phir gussa ho rahi hai. Relax Ammi. Dhruv accha
 aadmi hai. Woh sirf tere liye kuchh achha karna chahta tha. 

Ammi: (chetaavni bhari nazar dete hue, lekin chhoti muskurahat chhupane ki 
koshish) Bas. Kapdon aur Dhruv ki baat band kar. Ab hum ghar ja rahe hain. 
Flight mein uska naam bhi mat lena. 

Main: (abhi bhi chhedte hue) Lekin agar usne tujhe message kiya to? Tu reply 
karegi ya number turant delete kar degi? 

Ammi: (ab bahut gussa banne ka natak, gaal halke garam) Main jaise hi message 
dekhoongi number delete kar dungi. Aur agar tu phir aisa kuchh kiya to main sach
 mein tujhe daantungi. 

Main: (hanste hue) Theek hai theek hai. Main waada karta hoon kisi ka number
 bina ijazat nahi dunga… khas kar itne handsome shipping company wale aadmi ko
 jo tere liye mehenge kapde kharidta hai. 

Ammi: (haath se handbag se halke se mera haath maarti) Rizwan! Tu bilkul 
asambhav hai. Ab chup ho ja aur check-in par dhyaan de. Line chal rahi hai. 

Aakhirkaar boarding ka waqt aa gaya. Flight mein Ammi aur main saath baithe. Hum
 dheere se ghar pahunchne ke baad ke plan ki baat karte rahe — kaise abbu ke 
Dubai ka contract khatam hone ka intezaar karenge taaki poora parivaar phir se saath ho. 

“Mujhe uski bahut yaad aati hai beta,” Ammi ne pyaar se kaha. “Jab woh wapas 
aayega hum bada khana banayenge. Tu mujhe uske pasandida khane banane mein 
madad karna.” 






Main ne sir hilaaya, phir ek kitab nikaal kar padhne laga jab Ammi thodi der baad
 mere paas so gayi, sir seat par tika kar, uska peela phool wala dress abhi bhi taza
 dikhta tha. Main dheere se pages palatta raha, shaant flight ka maza lete hue. 

Baad mein jab Ammi so rahi thi, mera phone Dhruv ke message se baj utha. “Beta,
 ghar pahunch kar agar tu mujhe teri Ammi ki night shorts mein kuchh photos bhej
 sake… main bahut shukraguzaar rahunga. Woh wali jo uske curves achhe se 
dikhaati hain.” 

Maine khud se muskuraya aur jaldi reply kiya: “Waada karta hoon uncle Dhruv. 
Jaise hi mauka mila main bhej dunga.” 

Hawaai jahaz humein ghar ki taraf le ja raha tha, lekin mera dimag is safar ke 
naye possibilities se ghum raha tha — gifts, numbers, raaz, aur ek badhta rishta 
jo hamare sakht _ chhote parivaar ke liye bilkul aam nahi tha. 

Hum subah ghar pahunch gaye, abbu do din baad aane wale the. Agli raat maine 
Ammi ke room mein so jaane ka intezaar kiya. Raat ke lagbhag 2 baje main 
chupke se andar ghus gaya aur Ammi ke sote hue photos liye. 

Woh silk halke orange shorts aur silk shirt mein so rahi thi jismein woh aksar soti
 thi. Woh pet ke bal soyi hui thi aur uski badi gaand upar thi, maine uski badi 
gaand ke kuchh photos liye. Main jaanta tha Dhruv ko yeh bahut pasand aayenge. 

Maine uske choochiyon ke bhi photos liye jab woh palti. Neeche woh photos 
hain jo maine liye 




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