Adultery अम्मी और अंकल — एक नया अंदाज़

[Deepak.kapoor]

Adhyay 10

Raat apni poori jawani par thi, aur haveli ka jashn ab ek thaki hui madhoshi mein dhal raha tha. Gende ke phoolon ki mehek umas bhari hawa mein aur bhi bhaari ho gayi thi.

Main bechaini se idhar-udhar ghoom raha tha, meri nazrein anjaane mein bas Ammi ko hi talash rahi thin. Aur phir maine unhein dekha.

Woh aangan ke us kone mein the, jahan gende ke phoolon ki ladiyon ke peeche purani deewar par bas ek chhota sa, narm roshni wala bulb jal raha tha. Is dhundhli roshni mein woh duniya se kate hue lag rahe the. Ve log bahut kareeb khade the, itne kareeb ki unke beech koi faasla nahi tha.

Main sun nahi sakta tha ki woh kya baat kar rahe the.

Maine dekha—mera dil zor se dhadka—ki Vishal ka woh gathila haath Ammi ke doodhiya chehre ki taraf badha. Usiki ungliyon ne Ammi ke gaal par jhoolti us reshmi lat ko chhua. Woh sparsh mehaz ittefaq nahi tha; woh ek maalikana haq tha. Vishal ki ungliyan Ammi ki makhmali twacha ko sehlati hui unke kaan ke peeche gayi.

Aur Ammi? Meri Ammi, jo ghar ki dehleez laanghne se pehle sau baar sochti thin, woh patthar ki moorat bani khadi rahin. Unki sharaabi rang ki saari ka pallu unke pusht seene se dheela hokar gir raha tha. Unki aankhon mein woh 'kashmakash' aur 'khumari' thi jise dekhkar mera khoon khaul utha.

Ammi ke Khayalaat
Ammi ka poora badan Vishal ke us zahreele sparsh se kaamp raha tha, par unhein apni siski ko muskurahat mein badalna tha.

Ammi (Man mein): "Ya ,.'... ye darinda sabke saamne mera tamasha bana raha hai. Iske haath mere nange gaal aur meri surahidaar gardan ke paas reng rahe hain. Mera jee chahta hai ki main ise zor se dhakka de doon, par Sayma... uski izzat ki chaabi is shaitaan ke paas hai. Mujhe chup rehna hoga... mujhe izzat ki bali deni hogi taki meri bacchi bach sake."

Mujhse ab aur saha nahi gaya. Mere andar ek aisi aag bhadki jisne darr ko raakh kar diya. Main tez kadmon se unki taraf badha, mere jooton ki aahat us sannaate ko cheerti hui un tak pahunchi. Ve dono chaunke. Vishal ne tezi se apna haath Ammi ke makhmali badan se hataya, par uski aankhon mein darr nahi, balki ek hikarat bhari muskaan thi.

Main (Sakht awaaz mein): "Ammi!"

Ammi ka chehra safed pad gaya. Unhone ghabrakar apni sharaabi saari ka pallu apne ubhre hue seene par theek kiya, jaise woh apne gunaah ko dhak rahi hon. Unke gulabi hont tharthara rahe the.

Ammi (Haklaate hue): "Sa... Sahil? Tu yahan?"

Phir woh Vishal ki taraf mudin. "Vishal ji, yeh mera beta hai, Sahil."

Unhone kaampte hue haathon se apni sharaabi rang ki saari ka pallu apne ubhre hue seene par aur bhi kas liya, jaise woh Vishal ki un nangi nazron ke nishano ko mujhse chhupana chahti hon.

Vishal ne mujhe dekha, par uski aankhon mein ratti bhar bhi khauf ya sharmindi nahi thi. Usne apni aasteenein neeche kin aur bade itminaan se apna mazboot haath meri taraf badhaya.

Vishal: "Sahil... Akram ne tumhare baare mein bataya tha. Milkar khushi hui."

Uski pakad faulaadi thi, mardanagi ka ek aisa ehsas jo mujhe dabane ke liye kaafi tha. Maine bas "wahi haal yahan bhi hai" kaha aur apna haath jhatak kar peeche kheench liya. Mujhe mehsoos ho raha tha ki Vishal ki nazrein ab bhi Ammi ke makhmali wajood par tiki thin, jaise woh mujhe yeh jata raha ho ki mera wahan hona mehaz ek aupcharikta hai.

Ammi ki saansein tez thin, aur unke velvet blouse ke neeche unka pusht seena meri maujoodgi mein aur bhi tezi se dhadak raha tha.

Ammi (Man mein): "Ya ,.', Sahil ne humein is tarah dekh liya. Iske zehen mein kya chal raha hoga?"

Ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi, par sirf ek pal ke liye. Ammi ne socha, shayad meri maujoodgi se unki yeh mulaqat khatm ho jayegi, par Vishal ke iraade kuch aur the.

Vishal ne mujhe poori tarah nazarandaaz karte hue apni nazrein waapas Ammi ki surahidaar gardan aur unke noorani chehre par tika din.

Vishal: "To jaisa main keh raha tha, Aisha ji... yeh shehar bahut khatarnaak hai. Yahan kab kaun anjaan insaan aapko apna bana le, pata hi nahi chalta."

Ammi ne ek pal ke liye meri taraf dekha, unki aankhon mein ek geheri kashmakash thi, par phir unhone apni nasheeli nigaahein waapas Vishal ki aankhon mein gada din.

Ammi (Ek halki muskurahat ke saath): "Shehar ko kyon dosh dete hain, Vishal sahab? Yahan ke log hi aise hain jo anjaan musafiron ke dil par dabaav dalkar apni baat kabool karana bakhubi jaante hain."

Vishal (Thoda aur kareeb jhukte hue, uski awaaz ab Ammi ke kaanon ke paas ek sargoshi thi): "Chori ka ilzaam to galat hai... kuch dil to khud apni marzi se kaid hona chahte hain."

Yeh kehte hue uski nigaahein Ammi ke mammmon par jami hui thin. Uski nazron ki tapish blouse ke paar bhi Ammi ko jhulsa rahi thi.

Aisha ne asahaj hokar apni nigaahein neechi kar lin, lekin Vishal ki woh geheri, bhookhi nazrein unke pusht ubhaaron ka peecha nahi chhod rahi thin.

Main wahan ek patthar ki tarah khada tha, apni hi Ammi aur ek ajnabi ke beech chal rahe is erotic suspense ka anchaaha gawah.

Ammi ki palkein jhuk gayin aur unke gulabi honton par ek aisi muskurahat aayi jo maine pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi—usmein ek ajeeb si 'haar' thi, jaise woh Vishal ki hawas ke saamne khud ko saunp rahi hon, aur ek 'jeet' bhi, jaise woh use apne husn ke jaal mein fansa rahi hon.

Mera dam ghutne laga.

Main: "Mujhe… mujhe Naani bula rahi hain."

Main bina peeche dekhe wahan se palat gaya. Jaate-jaate maine mudkar dekha—ve dono phir se apni usi niji aur gupt duniya mein kho chuke the. Ammi ka woh pusht aur raseela badan us andhere kone mein Vishal ke saaye ke neeche aur bhi zyada sexy aur bebas lag raha tha.

Main andhere ki taraf bhaag raha tha, jabki meri Ammi us darinde ki sharton aur apne jism ke saude ke beech ek aisi aag mein utar chuki thin, jiska dhuaan ab poori haveli mein phailne wala tha.

Us raat jab hum kamre mein laute, to darwaza band hote hi baahar ka sangeet ka shor ek dam se kat gaya. Andar ek ajeeb si bhaari khamoshi chha gayi. Is khamoshi mein sirf do awaazein thin—meri tez chalti saansein, aur Ammi ki saari ki sarsarahat jo unke jism se lipat kar halka shor kar rahi thi.

Unke chehre par thakan ke nishaan the, jaise woh koi badi jang ladkar aayi ho.

Ammi ne jab apni peeth ko halka sa peeche ki taraf kheencha, to unke pusht angon ka vakra aur bhi numaya ho gaya. Unke urojon ka ubhaar us tang kapde ko cheer dene par aamada tha.

Ammi (Ek makhmali aur bhaari siski ke saath): "Aaj ki raat… bahut lambi aur bojhil thi, hai na, Sahil?"

Unki ungliyan kaamp rahi thin jab ve kandhe par lagi us safety pin tak pahunche. Unhone aahista se pin kholi, aur woh reshmi pallu, dheere se sarak kar farsh par ja gira.

Pallu ke girte hi jaise mere saamne se haya ka aakhiri parda bhi hat gaya tha. Ammi ke ve doodhiya safed kandhe aur velvet blouse ki tang giraft mein dabe unke pusht vaksh dekh meri saansein wahin tham gayin. Us gehere rang ke velvet ke neeche unka gora badan kisi beshkeemti sangmarmar ki tarah chamak raha tha. Blouse ki dori shayad unke un bhaari ubhaaron ka bojh sehne mein nakaam ho rahi thi, kyonki ve har tez aati-jaati saans ke saath baahar aane ko betaab dikh rahe the.

Meri aankhon mein ek ajeeb si betaabi utar aayi thi. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki apni sagi Ammi ka yeh roop mujhe is kadar sudh-budh khone par majboor kar dega. Unki gardan ki surahidaar banawat aur kandhon ki woh makhmali komalta dekhkar mera haath khud-ba-khud unki ore badhne ko tadap utha. Mera gala poori tarah sookh chuka tha aur dil ki dhadkanein kisi nagaade ki tarah baj rahi thin.

Ab saari ka sirf woh hissa unke jism par bacha tha jo unki pleats se juda tha. Unka pallu, jo ab tak unke jism ke oopri hisse ko dhak raha tha, ab unke pairon ke paas ek reshmi samandar ki tarah phaila hua tha.

Unka blouse gehere, sharaabi rang ke makhmal (velvet) ka tha, jiska gala aage se gehera U-shape ka tha, par uski asli khoobsurti uski peeth mein thi. Unki peeth poori tarah se khuli to nahi thi, lekin woh kaafi had tak beparda thi aur makhmali twacha ka ek bada hissa saaf dikhayi de raha tha.

Dance aur garmi ki wajah se unki skin par paseene ki jo halki, chamakti hui parat thi, woh saaf jhalak rahi thi. Blouse ka kapda kai jagahon se unki skin se chipak gaya tha, unki reedh ki haddi ke curve ko aur bhi gehera aur aakarshak bana raha tha. Unki peeth ek saaf, bedaag canvas ki tarah thi, jo sab kuch chhipakar bhi, sab kuch dikha rahi thi.

Unka yeh andaaz ek befikr aazadi se bhara tha. Unke liye main abhi bhi wahi masoom beta tha, jiske saamne parde ki zaroorat nahi thi.

Woh seedhe dressing table ke saamne jaakar khadi ho gayin. Sheeshe mein woh khud ko nahi, shayad us aurat ko dekh rahi thin jo woh aaj raat thin—Aisha.

Ammi (Man mein): "Ya ,.', mera yeh makhmali badan jaise mera apna nahi raha. Vishal ne aaj mehfil mein mere in mammmon ko jis tarah apni hatheliyon mein bheencha tha, uski haraarat abhi bhi mere nipples ko sakht kar rahi hai. Mera petticoat abhi bhi us nami se geela hai jo us haiwaan ki darindagi ne paida ki thi."

Ammi (Man mein): "Sahil mujhe dekh raha hai… kya use meri is 'gaddaar' deh ki mehek aa rahi hogi? Kya woh meri aankhon mein chhipi us zillat ko padh pa raha hai jo main Vishal ke paas chhod aayi hoon? Mera wajood aaj do paaton ke beech pis raha hai—ek taraf apni Sayma ki izzat bachane ki tadap aur doosri taraf apne hi jism ki yeh bewafai, jo us zaalim ki chhuan par is kadar pratikriya de rahi hai."

Unke geele aur surkh honton par ek ajeeb, feeki si muskurahat phaili hui thi—ek aisa raaz jise woh baar-baar apne zehen mein dohra rahi thin.

Unki ungliyan apne kaan tak gayin aur unhone heere ke tops ko aahista se nikala. Phir unke haath unki gardan par gaye. Unhone apni aankhein band kar lin, ek geheri saans li, aur apni sone ke haar ka pech khola. Jab haar unki gori skin se alag hui, to ek pal ke liye uski jagah par ek halki si laal lakeer reh gayi.

"Ammi," maine awaaz ko normal rakhne ki koshish karte hue kaha. "Aap thaki nahi hain?"

Sheeshe se hi mujhe dekhte hue unhone muskurakar jawab diya, "Thakan? Aaj to thi, par bahut din baad itna accha laga."

Unhone apni choodiyan utarna shuru kin. Ek-ek karke, sone ki choodiyan unki narm kalaai se sarak rahi thin, aur unki 'khan-khan' ki awaaz kamre ki khamoshi mein ek sangeet ki tarah goonj rahi thi.

"Akram ke dost kaafi acche the na?" maine achanak kaha, meri awaaz mein ek bacchon jaisi utsukta thi.

Ammi ka dil zor se dhadka. Akram ke dost (Vishal) us zahreele naam ka zikr sunte hi unke zehen mein wahi manzar taaza ho gaya—Vishal ke ve haath aur unke vakshon par badhta uska bebaak dabaav. Sachai unke halak tak aa gayi thi, par zubaan par taala laga tha. Woh bas "hoon" keh saki.

"Ammi, aapko Vishal kaise lage? Maine dekha ki aap unse kaafi der tak baatein kar rahi thin."

Woh meri taraf paltin, unki aankhon mein shayad ek darr tha ya kuch aur, main samajh nahi paya.

Ammi (Apne khayalon mein): "Sahil itne sawal kyon kar raha hai? Kya use mujh par shak ho gaya hai? Ya ,.', main kis musibat mein phans gayi hoon. Mera bas chale to main us shakhs ko apne paas phatakne bhi na doon. Lekin mujhe Sahil ke saamne aisa jatana hoga jaise mujhe uski sohbat sach mein pasand aayi hai, warna iske shak ki sui kahin aur hi ghoom jayegi."

Ammi: "Kitna suljha hua aadmi hai. Aur baatein… aisi geheri baatein karta hai ki waqt ka pata hi nahi chalta."

Woh bata rahi thin, aur main sun raha tha. Par main sirf unke lafzon nahi sun raha tha. Main unki badalti awaaz sun raha tha. Main unke chehre par aati laali dekh raha tha. Main unki aankhon mein woh khumari dekh raha tha jo kisi ki yaadon se paida hoti hai.

"Keh raha tha Delhi ka shehar logon ko apna bana leta hai," unhone hanste hue kaha, us flirty line ko ek masoom si, falsafe wali baat ki tarah pesh karte hue. "Bahut ajeeb hai na?"

Main kuch nahi bola. Main bas us aurat ko dekh raha tha jise main apni 'Ammi' kehta tha. Woh aaj ek nayi aurat lag rahi thi. Ek aisi aurat jiske andar ek raaz tha, ek aisi khushi thi jiska hissa main nahi tha, mere Abbu nahi the.

"Bada shareef aur tameezdaar laga mujhe," woh kehti chali gayin, apni hi dhun mein, yeh samjhe bina ki unka har lafzon mere seene mein ek khanjar ki tarah utar raha tha. "Sahil? Sun rahe ho?"

"Haan, Ammi," maine aakhirkaar kaha. "Accha hai."

"Accha hi to hai," unhone khush hokar kaha, jaise mere is chhote se jawab ne unki har baat par mohar laga di ho. "Chalo, ab so jao. Kal haldi hai, bahut kaam hoga."

Woh waapas dressing table ki taraf mud gayin, apne khayalon mein muskuraate hue. Par main jaanta tha. Unki muskurahat haldi ki taiyariyon ke liye nahi thi. Woh us aadmi ke liye thi, jisne ek hi shaam mein meri maa ko phir se Aisha bana diya tha. Aur us raat, kamre ki us khamoshi mein, mujhe neend nahi aayi.

Ammi (Man mein): "Sahil ko lag raha hai ki main thaki hui hoon, par meri ragon mein to us haiwaan ke diye hue nashe ki aag daud rahi hai. Mere honton par yeh muskaan... yeh meri bebasi hai ya us zahreeli vaasna ki khumari? Mere mammme is tang blouse ke andar abhi bhi Vishal ki ungliyon ki jalan mehsoos kar rahe hain. Meri peeth par yeh paseena... yeh us darr aur lazzat ki gawahi hai jo aaj maine sahi hai."

Ammi ne aaine mein khud ko dekha, aur pehli baar unhein apna hi chehra kisi ajnabi jaisa laga. Unki aankhon ke koron mein chhai woh surkhi sirf thakan nahi thi, balki us apmaan ki aanch thi jisne unki rooh ko jhulsa diya tha. Unhone apne kaampte haathon se blouse ke gale ko thoda oopar kheenchne ki koshish ki, jaise woh un ungliyon ke nishano ko duniya se, aur khud apne bete se chhipana chahti hon.

Ammi (Man hi man): "Ya ,.', mujhe himmat de. Mera yeh doodhiya badan aaj ek gunaah ki gawahi de raha hai. Main kaise nazrein milaoon apne bete se, jab mere wajood ka kona-kona us gair-mard ki chhuan se abhi bhi dehak raha hai?"

Udhar doosri taraf, Vishal apne aalishaan bedroom mein bistar par adhaleta tha. Kamre ki maddham roshni mein uske chehre par ek darindagi bhari chamak thi. Uske haath mein uska phone tha, jismein woh Sayma ki un tamaam tasveeron aur video ko scroll kar raha tha jinka istemaal usne use blackmail karne ke liye kiya tha.

Jaise-jaise woh Sayma ke un video ko dekh raha tha, uski kalpanaon mein Sayma ka chehra dhundhla hone laga aur uski jagah Aisha ka woh makhmali aur pusht badan ubhar aaya. Woh kalpana karne laga ki un sharmnaak video mein Sayma ki jagah Aisha hai—wahi gehera ubtan jaisa rang, wahi bhaari mammme aur wahi bebas aankhein.

Uske ek haath uske lund par tha, jise woh Aisha ke khayalon mein dooba hua tezi se sehla raha tha. Uski saansein bhaari ho rahi thin aur aankhon mein hawas ka nanga naach tha.

Vishal (Khud se phusphusate hue): "Aahhh... Aisha. Abhi to sirf shuruat hai. Bahut jald in video mein Sayma nahi, tum hogi. Main tumhare saath bhi bilkul aise hi video banaoonga... tumhari har karaah aur har siski ko record karoonga."

Usne ek kutil aur shaitani hansi hansi.

Vishal: "Kitni bholi hai yeh aurat... ise lagta hai ki meri baat maankar, mere haathon khud ko masalwaakar yeh Sayma ko bacha legi. Tum Sayma ko bachane ke chakkar mein us daldal mein utar chuki ho jahan se waapsi ka koi raasta nahi hai. Main tumhein is kadar barbaad karoonga ki tum khud apni parchhai se darogi."

Vishal ki aankhon ke saamne sangeet ki us mehfil ka nazara kisi film ki tarah ghoomne laga. Woh yaad kar raha tha ki kaise Aisha mehfil ke beechon-beech naach rahi thi. Uski har thirkan ke saath uske ve bhaari aur pusht mammme jis tarah lehra rahe the, Vishal ki nazrein wahin jam gayi thin. Saari ke pallu aur tang blouse ke neeche unki woh 'shaan' dekhkar Vishal usi pal tay kar chuka tha ki in ubhaaron ko apni hatheliyon mein bharkar inki geherai ko mehsoos karna hi hai.

Woh bistar par pada-pada apni aankhein moondkar usi manzar ko phir se jeene laga.

Vishal (Man mein): "Kya qayamat dhaah rahi thi woh... naachte hue jab uska jism lachakta tha, to ve mammme bhi apni aazadi ke liye machalte the. Main to bas mauke ki talash mein tha ki kab inhein apni mutthi mein bheenchoon, aur is naadan aurat ne khud hi mujhe woh mauka de diya."

Woh sochkar aur bhi uttejit ho gaya ki kaise Aisha khud uske paas chalkar aayi thi, Sayma ko chhodne ki bheek maangne. Usne khud hi us sher ke jabde mein apna sir de diya tha.

Vishal: "Bevakoof aurat... use laga ki apni izzat ki boli lagakar woh Sayma ko bacha legi. Use kya pata ki usne mujhe woh 'opening' de di hai jiska main intezaar kar raha tha. Ab to woh meri marzi ki gulaam hai. Aaj to sirf haath lagaya hai, bahut jald use apni baahon mein aisa jakdoonga ki woh Sayma ka gham bhoolkar apni barbaadi ka jashn manayegi."

Use yaad aaya ki jab uski hatheli Aisha ke us nange pet par padi thi, to woh makhmali ehsas kitna jaadui tha. Woh gora, doodhiya hissa jo darr ke maare andar ki taraf sikud raha tha, Vishal ki ungliyon ke neeche kisi resham ki tarah fisal raha tha.

Usne bistar par karwat li aur apni aankhein moondkar us pal ko phir se mehsoos kiya jab usne Aisha ko majboor kiya tha ki woh khud Vishal ke haath pakadkar apne mammmon par rakhe. Woh bebasi, ve kaampte hue haath aur Aisha ki aankhon mein tairta woh khauf—Vishal ke liye kisi nashe se kam nahi the.

Vishal (Madhash hokar phusphusate hue): "Aahhh... woh pal sabse shaandaar tha. Jab maine use apni aankhon mein dekhne par majboor kiya aur mere dono haath uske blouse aur bra ki seemaon ko todkar un nange choonchon par jam gaye the."

Woh yaad kar raha tha ki kaise uske haath un garm aur pusht ubhaaron ki nangi chhuan ko mehsoos kar rahe the. Aisha ka woh jism, jo sharm se laal ho raha tha, Vishal ki hatheliyon mein poori tarah samaya hua tha.

Usne socha ki kaise Aisha ke ve nange mammme uski ungliyon ke beech dabkar apni shakal badal rahe the. Woh garmi, woh nami aur woh rooh kampa dene wali sihran Vishal ke dimaag par chhaa gayi thin.

Vishal (Haanfte hue): "Aahhh... Aisha. Tumhari woh doodhiya twacha... aur ve zaalim ubhaar. Jab maine unhein masala tha, to tum jis tarah tadpi thin, mera rom-rom jaag utha tha."

Vishal ka haath ab uske lund par apni poori raftaar mein tha. Woh kalpana kar raha tha ki Aisha ki peeth us deewar se sati hui hai aur uske dono haath Aisha ke blouse ke andar ghuskar un nange choonchon ke saath berahmi se khel rahe hain. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki kaise uske nipples uski ungliyon ke dabaav mein aur bhi sakht aur uttejit ho rahe the.

Vishal: "Woh darr... tumhari un badi-badi aankhon mein woh bebasi aur chhipi hui chaahat... wahi to mera asli inaam hai. Tum jitna darogi, mujhe tumhein masalne mein utna hi maza aayega."

Uski saansein ab ukhad rahi thin. Aisha ke us nange pet ki narmi aur uske bhaari vakshon ki garmahat ka khayal jaise uske dimaag ki nason ko faad dene wala tha. Usne kalpana ki ki woh Aisha ka woh velvet blouse faad chuka hai aur woh poori tarah se oopar se nangi uske saamne khadi hai, uski izzat ki aakhiri deewar bhi ab Vishal ke pairon tale hai.

Jaise hi Vishal apni uttejna ke charam par pahuncha, usne ek zor daar siski li aur uska shareer bistar par akad gaya. Aisha ka naam uske honton par ek ibaadat ki tarah nikla, par uski aankhon mein jo chamak thi, woh kisi shaitaan ki jeet jaisi thi.

Vishal (Khud ko sambhaalte hue, ek kutil muskurahat ke saath): "Aaj to sirf haath laga kar mehsoos kiya hai Aisha... agali baar jab hum milenge, to main tumhein apni rooh aur jism ki geharaiyon tak rula doonga. Aur tum... tum khushi-khushi apni izzat mere kadmon mein bicha dogi."

Usne apna phone paas rakha aur chhat ki taraf dekhte hue ek thandi muskurahat ke saath agali mulaqat ka manzar bunne laga, jahan Aisha sirf ek 'mehmaan' nahi, balki uski hawas ki 'kaidi' hone wali thi.