Adultery Kashish Sharma: Sanskari Mummy Bani Awara

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Ab wo 55 saal ka raubdaar buddha, Kashish ke bilkul baju wali seat par baith chuka tha. Bus ke har jhatke ke saath un dono ki kohniyaan ek-doosre se takra rahi thi, jisse Kashish ke mann mein ek ajeeb si hulchul hone lagi thi. Kashish ne Vyom ko apni god mein acche se pakda hua tha, par 10 saal ka Vyom ab thoda bada ho chuka tha, jise sambhalna unke liye mushkil ho raha tha. Uss Buddhe ki tej nazron ne fauran ye bechaini notice kar li. Usne mauka dekhte hi Vyom ki taraf ishara kiya aur bade raubdaar par narm lehze mein bola, "Arre beta, zyada uchlo mat... dekho mummy ko takleef ho rahi hai. Bada pyara bacha hai, kya naam hai aapka beta?"

Kashish, jo ek taraf Vyom ko sambhal rahi thi aur doosri taraf is anjaan buddhe ki proximity se thoda uncomfortable thi, usne maahol ko normal rakhne ke liye dhire se kaha, "Ji, iska naam Vyom hai." Uss Buddhe ne ek gehri muskan ke saath jawab diya, "Wah! Bada pyara naam hai beta aapka... aur beta, aapki mummy ka naam kya hai?" Ye sawal sunte hi Kashish ke kaan khade ho gaye. Use bada ajeeb laga ki abhi toh ye bache se baat kar raha tha, achanak mera naam kyun poochne laga? Par situation aisi thi ki wo mana nahi kar payi aur dhimmi awaaz mein boli, "Ji, mera naam Kashish hai."

Kashish abhi soch hi rahi thi ki kya ise palat kar naam poochna chahiye ya nahi, tabhi us shaks ne khud hi apna introduction de diya, "Ji, mera naam Shamsher Singh hai... Nice to meet you." Aur ye kehte hi usne apna khurdara haath aage badha diya. Kashish ke liye ye moment behad weird tha. Wo sochne lagi ki ek ajnabi se, wo bhi is tarah bus mein, handshake kaise kare? Apna naram aur gora hath us buddhe ke hatho mein dena use bilkul sahi nahi laga. Isliye awkwardness se bachne ke liye usne sirf haath jod diye aur boli, "Ji Namaste, thanks."

Shamsher samajh gaya ki daal abhi gali nahi hai, usne apna hath peeche liya aur haste huye bola, "Waise Kashish ji, ek baat bolu... jitna pyara Vyom hai, aapko dekh kar hi samajh gaya tha... mera matlab hai itni pyari mummy ka itna pyara beta hi hoga, kyun?" Aur wo zor-zor se thahake maarke hasne laga. Uski hasi itni tej thi ki conductor ka dhyan bhi unki taraf gaya. Kashish ko ab ye sab bahut ajib lag raha tha, wo bas Vyom ko niharne lagi taaki Shamsher ko ignore kar sake.

Apne bete ke liye apna pyar dikhane ke liye Kashish ne aage hokar bola, "Ji, mera beta bahut pyara hai," aur bade pyar se apna hath Vyom ke baalon mein ferne lgi. Shamsher Singh jaise isi mauke ki taak mein baitha tha. Usne bhi apna haath aage badhaya aur Vyom ke sir par rakhna chaha, par usne chaalaki se apna haath theek Kashish ke naram haath ke upar tika diya.

Us pal Kashish ke jism mein jaise bijli daud gayi. Shamsher ka haath thand ki wajah se ekdum thanda aur kisi purane ped ki chhaal jaisa khurdara (rough) tha, jabki Kashish ki skin kisi makhan jaisi komal aur naram thi. Shamsher ne bas haath rakha nahi, balki bade itmenan se Kashish ke haath ko apne neeche dabakar masalne laga. Kashish ka gala sookh gaya, wo darr aur hairani ke maare sunn ho gayi. Wo apna haath hatana chahti thi, par Shamsher ne use itni majbooti se pakad rakha tha ki hilna mushkil tha.

Kashish ki khamoshi ko Shamsher ne uski 'haan' samajh liya. Use laga ki shayad Kashish ko ye mardana chhuan pasand aa rahi hai. 32 saal ki us haseena ke naram sparsh ne 55 saal ke Shamsher ke andar aisi aag lagayi ki uski pant mein ek bada sa 'tent' banne laga. Lekin wo purana khiladi tha, usne socha ki abhi zyada jhokim lena theek nahi. Usne dimaag mein plan banaya ki ye aurat bhi isi sheher ki hai, abhi bas jaan-pehchan badha lo aur iske baare mein sab jaan lo... phir toh ye haath kya, poori ki poori Kashish hi uski mutthi mein hogi.

Kashish ke liye ye safar ab ek imtihan banta ja raha tha. January ki thithurti thand ek taraf, aur doosri taraf Vyom ka bhari sharir jo baar-baar unki godi se fisal raha tha. 32 saal ki Kashish, jo hamesha aaramdaayak car mein safar karti thi, aaj is bheed-bhaad wali bus mein paseene chhod rahi thi. Unka gora-chitta chehra thakaan se laal pad gaya tha aur wo Vyom ko sambhalne ki har mumkin koshish kar rahi thi, par nakam thi.

Shamsher Singh, jo apni tirchi nazron se Kashish ki har ek harkat aur unki bechaini ko taad raha tha, samajh gaya ki yahi sahi mauka hai apna 'shareef' chehra dikhane ka. Usne bade hi apnapan aur izzat ke saath kaha, "Arre beti, tum kaafi pareshan ho rahi ho. Agar dikkat ho rahi hai toh Vyom babu ko mujhe de do, main ise apni godi mein bithha leta hoon."

Kashish ne hichkichate huye mana kiya, "Arre nahi uncle, theek hai main sambhal lungi." Par Shamsher kahan manne wala tha, usne thoda raub dikhate huye beech mein hi bola, "Arre isme pareshani ki kono baat nahi hai, lao de do. Safar abhi lamba hai, tum bhi thoda aaram se baith jao... kabse bechari mehnat kiye ja rahi ho." Usne 'mehnat' shabd par jo zor diya, usne Kashish ko thoda sochne par majboor kar diya. Unhe laga ki Vyom yahi toh hai, aur thoda relax hone ka mauka unhe bhi chahiye tha. Kashish ne ek baar sankoch bhari nazron se Shamsher ko dekha aur phir haami bhar di.

Shamsher ne jaise hi Vyom ko Kashish ki godi se uthaya, usne itni furti dikhayi jaise wo isi pal ka intezar kar raha ho. Vyom ab uske paas tha, aur Kashish ne ek gehri saans li. Vyom ko sambhalne ke chakkar mein Kashish ki dress thodi ast-vyast (disarranged) ho gayi thi. Wo apni seat par thodi khadi hui aur apni saree aur tracksuit thik karne lagi. Shamsher ki nazar wahi thahri hui thi. Usne gaur kiya ki jab Kashish uthi, toh unka piche ka tracksuit unke bhari aur gol nitambhon (hips) ke beech fasa hua tha, jisse unke badan ki line saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Shamsher ne apne hothon par zabaan feri, uske munh mein pani aa raha tha, par wo purana khiladi tha, usne turant nazrein fer li taaki koi shak na kare.

Kashish baith gayi aur apna phone check kiya. Saurabh ka abhi bhi koi message nahi tha, jo unhe andar hi andar thoda gussa dila raha tha. Map par dekha toh pata chala ki abhi aadha ghanta baki hai. Unhe sukoon mila ki thodi der toh relax hone ko milega. Shamsher ne ab baaton ka silsila shuru kiya. Pehle idhar-udhar ki baatein aur phir bade dhimme se pucha, "Ye bus kahan se nikli thi, iska first stop kahan tha?" Kashish ne saadgi se bata diya ki wo apne mayke se aa rahi hai.

Shamsher ne jaise dosti ka hath badhate huye kaha, "Ohh, toh Vyom nani ke ghar gaya tha? Bahut achi baat hai. Waise beti, aap karti kya ho?" Ab wo use 'beti' keh kar bula raha tha taaki Kashish ka bharosa jeet sake. Kashish ne bataya ki wo shaadi se pehle job karti thi, par ab sirf housewife hai. Shamsher ne bade hairani se kaha, "Kyun? Aapko toh job karni chahiye!" Kashish ne jawab diya ki Vyom ko dekhna hota hai, par Shamsher uski tareefo ke pul baandhne laga, "Beti aap itni smart ho, apna potential waste kyun kar rahi ho? Vyom college jata hoga, uske papa bhi toh dekh sakte hain."

Kashish ko ye baatein thodi hit hui, unhe laga ki ye anjaan shaks unki kabliyat samajh raha hai. Jab usne pucha ki pati kya karte hain, toh Kashish ne bade garv se bataya, "Ji, wo doctor hain." Shamsher chalaki se ek-ek karke saari jankari nikalwa raha tha aur bholi Kashish sab batati ja rahi thi. Ant mein Shamsher ne badi gambhirta se kaha, "Dekho beti, independent hona zaroori hai, baaki tumhari marzi."

Abhi baatein chal hi rahi thi ki conductor ticket ke paise lene ke liye unke paas pahunch gaya. Shamsher ki nazrein ab bhi Kashish par hi thi, aur uske dimaag mein ab us 'independent' modern maa ko apni mutthi mein lene ka agla plan ban raha tha.