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Main Loubna Aunty ka haath soch samajh ke bina pakad liya aur unhe ghar ke peeche ke aangan ki taraf kheench laya. Mere pair abhi bhi andar jo kuch maine Grandpa Qadir, Grandma Zainab aur Suraj ke saath dekha tha usse hil rahe the. Raat ki hawa meri chamdi par thandi thi lekin mera dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. 


Loubna Aunty — Jabir ki Ammi — mujhe badhti hui pareshani ke saath dekhti rahi jab hum ghar ke side se guzarte hue shaant aur andhere peeche ke aangan mein pahunche jahaan ped aur purana bird feeder tha. 

“Zaid, tujhe kya hua hai?” unhone dheemi aur pareshan awaaz mein poocha. “Tu bahut peela pad gaya hai. Tu ghar se aise kyun bhaga? Mujhe bata kya hua.” 





Main turant jawab nahi diya. Mera dimag abhi bhi Grandma Zainab ke nange sharir aur Suraj par chadh kar baithne ki tasveer se bhara hua tha, phir baad mein peeche se chodte hue jab Grandpa dekh kar behosh ho gaye. Loubna Aunty ka haath mere haath mein garam mehsoos ho raha tha. 

Woh ek sadharan gehri narangi saari pehne hue thi jo abhi bhi unke sharir ke bhari bharkam ubhaar ko saaf dikha rahi thi — moti aur bhari stan jo kapde ke andar dab rahe the aur moti gol gaand jo har kadam ke saath hil rahi thi. Main hamesha unke liye vasna mehsoos karta tha. 

Kai saalon se maine dekha tha ki unke bade stan kaise chalte waqt uchhalte hain aur unki moti gaand kapdon mein kaise bhar jaati hai. 

Woh meri best friend ki Ammi thi isliye unke baare mein aise vichar karne par mujhe bura lagta tha lekin woh bahut garam thi. 

Unke mature naram sharir aur yeh baat ki woh bilkul off-limits thi ne attraction ko aur mazboot bana diya tha. Main khud se nafrat karta tha lekin har baar unhe dekh kar meri nazar nahi hat paati. 

Woh ek ped ke neeche ruk gayi aur poori tarah meri taraf mud gayi. “Zaid, mujhse baat kar. Tu itna pareshan kyun hai? Kya tere grandparents ke saath kuch hua? Please mujhe bata.” 

Maine zor se thook nigali. “Aunty… bahut buri baat hai. Sach mein bahut buri.” 

“Kya hua? Tu mujhe dara raha hai.” 

“Maine kuch aisa dekha jo mujhe nahi dekhna chahiye tha.” 

“Tu ne kya dekha?” Unki aankhein mere chehre par dhoondh rahi thi. Woh abhi bhi sirf pareshan aur confused dikhti thi, aur kuch nahi. 

Maine saans li aur faisla kiya ki sach bata dunga. “Grandma Zainab andar Suraj ke saath hai. Woh… saath hain. Bilkul sach mein saath. Grandpa unke paas pahunch gaye the.” 

Loubna Aunty ki aankhein badi ho gayi. “Kya? Nahi. Yeh ho hi nahi sakta. Grandma Zainab? Teri daadi?” 

“Haan. Maine apni aankhon se dekha. Woh Grandpa ke saath dhokha kar rahi hain Suraj ke saath. Woh kai mahino se yeh kar rahi hain.” 

Woh shock mein mujhe dekhti rahi, unka muh thoda khula tha. “Tu serious hai? Mazak toh nahi kar raha?” 

“Main serious hoon. Mere saath aao. Main dikhaunga.” 

Main unhe dhyan se ghar ke side se le gaya jab tak hum usi khidki ke paas pahunche jahan se main pehle jhaanka tha. 

Parda abhi bhi thoda khula hua tha. Hum dono jhuk gaye. Andar Suraj abhi bhi Grandma Zainab ko chod raha tha. 

Woh ab bistar ke kinare jhuki hui thi, bilkul nangi, unki moti gaand har baar hil rahi thi jab woh peeche se usmein dhakel raha tha. 




Unhe Grandpa Qadir ki koi parwah nahi thi — woh abhi bhi zameen par pade hue the jahan behosh ho kar gir gaye the. 

Grandma Suraj ke lund par apni gaand peeche ki taraf dhakel rahi thi, zor zor se siskiyan leti hui, haathon se bedsheet pakde hue. Jaise Grandpa ka behosh hona unhe bilkul pata hi nahi tha. 

Loubna Aunty ne dheemi si siski bhari aur muh par haath rakh liya. “Oh my God… yeh sach hai. Woh sach mein… uske saath hai. Aur tera Grandpa wahan zameen par pada hai…” 

Main Loubna Aunty ke bilkul peeche khada tha. Is position se unki apni moti gaand saaf dikhai de rahi thi. 





Unki salwar ka kapda unki gol gaand par tight khinch raha tha. Maine halke se apna right haath unki gaand ke ubhaar par rakha itna halka ki unhe mehsoos nahi hua. 

Maine hamesha unki gaand ko bahut pasand kiya tha, woh naram moti shape, woh chalte waqt hilne ka andaaz, woh haathon ke neeche mehsoos hone ka ehsaas. Unki itni kareeb, itni moti aur naram dikhti gaand dekh kar mera pet ke neeche garam josh bharne laga. 

Mera lund hilne laga haalaanki ghar ke andar shocking scene jaari tha. 

Hum wahan lambi der tak khade rahe, dono dekhte hue. Phir Loubna Aunty thoda meri taraf mud gayi, abhi bhi shocked thi. 

“Zaid, yeh… mujhe pata nahi kya kahoon. Teri daadi… aur woh aadmi… aur tera bechara Grandpa…” 

“Mujhe pata hai,” maine dheere se kaha. “Maine Grandpa ko rokne ki koshish ki thi lekin main der kar chuka tha.” 

Unhone dheere se sar hilaya. “Yeh kitne time se chal raha hai?” 

“Chhah mahine, Suraj ne jo kaha uske mutabik.” 

“Chhah mahine…” Unhone phir khidki se andar dekha, unka chehra pareshan tha. “Yeh teri family ko barbaad kar dega.” 

Jab woh abhi bhi khidki ki taraf mud kar baat kar rahi thi, main ek pal ke liye control kho baitha. 

Mera haath apne aap badh gaya aur maine unki moti gaand ko poora muhthi mein pakad liya. Woh gosht mere haath ke neeche naram aur bhari tha. Woh chaunk kar ghum gayi, aankhein shock se badi ho gayi. 





“Zaid! Tu kya kar raha hai?!” 

Maine turant apna haath peeche kheench liya lekin uski moti gaand ka mehsoos mere haath par abhi bhi bana hua tha. “Maaf karna… main… mujhe nahi pata kyun maine aisa kiya.” 

Usne mujhe ghoorti hui tez saans le rahi thi. “Tune meri… kaise kar sakta hai? Main tere dost ki Ammi hoon!” 

“Mujhe pata hai. Maaf karna. Yeh bas… ho gaya.” 

“Yeh koi bahana nahi hai. Tu mujhe aise nahi chhoo sakta.” 

Woh mujhe daantti rahi, uski awaaz dheemi lekin mazboot thi, mujhe bata rahi thi ki yeh kitna galat tha, woh kitni nirash thi, mujhe seemaon ka samman karna chahiye. 

Main sun raha tha lekin meri nazar baar baar uske sharir par ja rahi thi. Jab woh baat karti rahi main aage jhuka aur uske honton par ek baar chum liya — tez, sakht, phir peeche hat gaya. 

Woh jam si gayi, aankhein badi ho gayi. Hum dono kuch seconds tak poori khamoshi mein ek dusre ko dekhte rahe. Sirf door se sone ke kamre ki siskiyan aur raat ke halke keede ki awaazein sunai de rahi thi. 

Maine usko phir se chuma. Is baar main turant nahi hat gaya. Mere hont uske honton par dab gaye aur kuch pal ke sakht hairaani ke baad woh peeche nahi hati. 






Uska muh mere neeche naram tha. Mere haath phir se uski moti gaand par pahunch gaye, dono haath ab uske naram bhari gaand ke tukdon ko pakad kar mal rahe the. 

Uske gosht mere ungliyon ke neeche dab raha tha, garam aur mulayam. Mujhe us tarah bahut pasand tha ki woh mere haathon mein bhar rahi thi, woh tarah jo chhoti ladkiyon ke sharir se bilkul alag thi — mota, naram, zyada pakka. Us narmi ne sharm aur uttejna ko mila kar kuch bahut tez bana diya tha. 

Hum dono saans lene ke liye alag hue. Loubna Aunty ke gaal laal ho gaye the. 

“Zaid… yeh galat hai,” usne dheere se kaha. 

“Mujhe pata hai. Mujhe Jabir ke liye bura lagta hai. Woh mera dost hai. Main… maine ek baar uski girlfriend Priya ke saath bhi sone ki galti kar li thi. Uske liye bhi maaf karna. Lekin jab main tere paas hota hoon toh mera dimag theek se nahi chalta.” 

Usne mujhe ek uljhe hue chehre se dekha. “Tune Priya ke saath sone ki galti ki thi?” 

“Haan. Yeh galti thi. Bilkul is jaise. Main baar baar aisi cheezein karta rehta hoon jo mujhe nahi karni chahiye.” 

Maine usko phir se chuma, is baar naram aur kuch seconds baad ruk gaya. Hum dono phir se ek dusre ko dekhte rahe. Humare beech ki hawa bhari hui mehsoos ho rahi thi. 

Phir maine usko phir se chumna shuru kiya aur is baar woh bhi respond karne lagi. 

Uske hont mere honton ke saath hilne lage. Uska ek haath mere seene par aaya, bilkul door nahi dhakel raha tha. 

Mujhe bilkul pata nahi tha ki woh kyun respond kar rahi thi — shayad jo humne abhi dekha tha uska shock, shayad akelapan, shayad kuch aisa jo usne bahut din se mehsoos kiya tha lekin kabhi maana nahi tha. Jo bhi wajah ho, woh mujhe wapas chum rahi thi. 

Bahut der baad main hat gaya, apna mobile nikaala aur usko apna number de diya. “Agar kabhi baat karna ho… in sab ke baare mein.” 

Main muda aur chal pada, usko peeche ke aangan mein hairaan khadi chhod kar, uske hont abhi bhi thode se khule hue, uska haath us jagah par jahan maine uski gaand pakdi thi. 

Agle din hum picnic par gaye. Main, Ammi, Gajendra aur abba. Yeh picnic Gajendra ne plan kiya tha, usne kaha ki recent parivaar ke tanav ke baad taaza hawa sabke liye achhi rahegi. 

Abba itna bewakoof tha. Usse abhi bhi kuch pata nahi tha ki uski biwi ek poori randi ban chuki thi. Woh muskurata hua gaadi pack karne mein madad kar raha tha, parivaar ke saath time bitane ki baatein kar raha tha. 

Usse bilkul khayal nahi tha ki Ammi ne uske saath phone par baat karte hue hi Gajendra ka lund choos liya tha, usne uske liye apni shaadi ki anguthi phenk di thi, usne apne hi bistar par aur hotelon mein usse chodne diya tha. 

Abba cooler aur bags uthaye muskurate hue, bilkul andha tha is baat se ki uske saath chal rahi aurat ne apna sharir aur wafadari dusre aadmi ko de di thi. 

Uska vishwas poora aur beizzati bhara tha. Woh Ammi ki har baat maanta tha, har bahana accept karta tha aur kabhi shak nahi kiya ki Gajendra ko di gayi “madad” asal mein sharirik thi. 

Usse dekh kar mere seene mein kuch thanda jam gaya. Woh picnic par pati aur baap ban kar ja raha tha jabki Ammi aur Gajendra ke beech asli rishta uski naak ke neeche hi jaari tha. 

Jab hum picnic spot pahunche — nadi ke paas shaant jagah jahan pedon ka ghera tha — main, abba aur Gajendra ne teen tents lagane shuru kiye. 






Ek abba aur Ammi ke liye, ek mere liye aur ek Gajendra ke liye. Hum ne zameen mein khunte thok diye, kapde tight kiye aur sleeping bags theek kiye. 

Abba khushi khushi kaam kar raha tha, mazaak kar raha tha ki kitne din baad taaron ke neeche sona hua hai. Gajendra muskurata hua madad kar raha tha, kabhi kabhi jab abba nahi dekh raha tha uski nazar Ammi par pad jaati thi. 

Baad mein jab main Ammi ke tent ke paas tha maine suna woh makeup laga rahi thi. Uska phone baja. Woh daadi Zainab ka tha. Main chup raha aur sunta raha. 

Daadi ki awaaz speaker se aayi, thodi saans phooli hui aur lagbhag hansne jaisi. “Shahida, tu yakeen nahi karegi kal raat kya hua.” 

Ammi ki awaaz savdhani wali thi. “Ammi? Kya hua? Aap kahan hain?” 





“Main hospital mein Qadir ke saath hoon. Woh behosh ho gaya. Usne mujhe aur Suraj ko pakad liya.” 

Lambi khamoshi rahi. Phir Ammi ne kaha, “Kya?” 

Daadi ne phir se hanssi di, dheemi aur gandi. “Usne sab kuch dekh liya. Main Suraj ke upar baithi hui thi, phir Suraj mujhe peeche se chod raha tha. Qadir kuch phool pakde hue wahan khada reh gaya. Phir woh gir pada. Doctor kehte hain usko jo kuch usne dekha uski yaad bilkul nahi. Kisi shock ki wajah se. Ab woh aaram kar raha hai.” 

Ammi kuch der chup rahi. Phir uski awaaz dheemi aur lagbhag prashansa se bhari aayi. “Aap ek poori randi hain Ammi. Aapko savdhaan rehna chahiye.” 

“Mujhe pata hai. Lekin itna achha laga. Aur ab woh hospital mein hai aur usko kuch yaad nahi. Uske liye jaise kuch hua hi nahi.” 





Ammi ne saans chhodi. “Yeh sab mujhe aapse mila hai. Yeh… zaroorat. Yeh randi jaisa vyavhaar. Aapko dekh kar main samajh jaati hoon ki main Gajendra ke saath kyun nahi ruk paati. Yeh hamare khoon mein hai. Aapne mujhe bina maane hi sikha diya.” 

Daadi ki awaaz narmi se ek saajish wali si ho gayi. “Toh ab tum kya kar rahi ho?” 

“Hum picnic par hain. Main, Hussein, Zaid aur Gajendra. Gajendra ne plan kiya tha. Hussein ko abhi bhi kuch pata nahi. Main Gajendra se itni badi chah rahi hoon ki woh mujhe chode. Aaj raat, agar main nikal paayi. Hussein itna bharosa karta hai ki hasi aati hai. Woh sochta hai hum bas ek normal parivaar hain jo bahar din guzaar rahe hain.” 

Woh dono usi randi jaisi, samajhne wali tone mein baat karti rahi — Daadi batati rahi ki Suraj kitna achha lagta hai, Ammi maanti rahi ki woh Gajendra ke lund ke liye kitni taras rahi hai, dono apne patiyon ko insaan nahi balki rukawat ki tarah treat kar rahi thi. 

Main call khatam hone tak sunta raha, mera pet ulat-pulat ho raha tha. 

Raat ko hum bonfire ke aaspaas baith gaye. Aag ki laatein humare beech char-char aur phat-phat kar rahi thi. 





Abba kaam aur taaron ke baare mein baat kar raha tha. Ammi muskurati aur sar hilati rahi. Gajendra aag ko shaant, santusht expression se dekh raha tha. Mera phone buzz hua. Yeh Loubna Aunty thi. Usne mujhe message kiya. 

Main screen ko dekh kar hairaan reh gaya. Ammi ne mujhe tense aur bechain dekhte hue notice kiya. Usne eyebrow uthayi. 

Maine jaldi se yeh bahana banaya ki mujhe call lena hai aur aag ki roshni se door jungle ki taraf chala gaya. 

Mujhe apne dost ki maa ke saath flirt karne mein koi khaas bura nahi lag raha tha. 

Seemaa pehle hi peechli raat paar ho chuki thi jab maine usko chuma tha aur uski gaand pakdi thi. 

Ek baar yeh ho gaya, toh guilt bas peeche ki awaaz ban gaya. Mujhe uske naram sharir aur us tarike ki aur zaroorat thi jis tarah usne mujhe wapas chumne shuru kar diya tha. 

Hum baat karne lage. Baatcheet bahut der tak chalti rahi. 

Loubna: Mujhe abhi bhi yeh theek nahi lagta ki tumne mujhe kal raat chuma. 

Main: Mujhe pata hai. Maaf kar do. Main control kho baitha. 

Loubna: Tum Jabir ke dost ho. Yeh complicated hai. 

Main: Mujhe pata hai. Lekin main iske baare mein sochna nahi rok pa raha. 

Loubna: Mujhe kuch mehsoos hua. Mujhe nahi pata kya. Lekin woh tha. 

Main: Mujhe bhi mehsoos hua. 

Loubna: Humein yeh aage nahi badhana chahiye. 

Main: Mujhe pata hai nahi badhana chahiye. Lekin main chahta hoon. 

Messages chalte rahe. Usne maana ki woh kiss ke baare mein soch rahi thi. 

Maine usse kaha ki main uske sharir ko apne dimag se nahi hata pa raha. Phir, bina mere maange, usne apni ek photo bhej di jismein woh tight blouse pehne hue thi jo uske bhaari stanon ki shape saaf dikha rahi thi. 

Kapda un bhari golaon par tan gaya tha, neckline itni neeche thi ki upar ke naram gol hisse dikh rahe the. 

Photo dekhte hi mere andar ek thandi pakki baat baith gayi: saari auratein randi hoti hain chahe kuch bhi ho. Meri apni Ammi Gajendra ke liye ek poori randi ban chuki thi jabki abba ke liye perfect biwi ka natak karti thi. 

Meri daadi Suraj ko chhe mahine se chod rahi thi aur uske pati ke unko dekhte hue gir padne par bhi usse farak nahi pada. 

Aur ab Loubna Aunty — mere best friend ki izzatdaar maa — mujhe apne sharir ki photo bhej rahi thi baad iske ke maine uski gaand pakdi thi aur usko chuma tha. 

Pattern bilkul wahi tha. Sharminda kapdon aur parivaar ke roles ke neeche, un sabmein wahi bhookh thi. 

Jaise hi darwaza thoda sa bhi khula, randi nikal aayi. Isse farak nahi padta ki woh kitni '., kitni shaadi-shuda ya kitni “achhi” dikhti thi. Zaroorat hamesha wahan thi, intezaar karti hui. 

Main uske bhaari stanon ki photo ko dekhte hue turant muth maarne laga. 

Maine socha uski moti gaand mere haathon ke neeche kaisi lagi thi, kitni naram aur bhari thi, kaise usne mujhe wapas chumne shuru kar diya tha. 

Maine socha woh kahin akeli baithi hui mere liye woh photo kheench rahi hogi. Mera haath tez hota gaya. 

Uske bade boobs ki image aur uski gaand ki yaad un sab cheezon ke saath mil gayi jo maine dekhi thi — Ammi ghutno ke bal, Daadi Suraj ke upar — jab tak main ghaas par zor se jhad gaya, saans phoolti hui. 

Baad mein mujhe phir bura laga. Woh abhi bhi Jabir ki maa thi. Maine ek aur seemaa paar kar li thi. 

Uska agla message jaldi aa gaya: Reply karne mein itna time kyun lag raha hai? Kya tum theek ho? 

Maine haath pochha, short jawab type kiya ki main theek hoon, phir phone rakh diya aur tents ki taraf wapas chal pada. 

Jab main campsite pahuncha, abba pehle se hi apne sleeping bag mein so raha tha, us tent mein jo woh Ammi ke saath share kar raha tha. 

Uski saans gehri aur bhaari thi. Ammi aur Gajendra marte hue aag ke paas kareeb baith kar dheemi awaaz mein baat kar rahe the. 

Mainne turant samajh liya ki unhone abba ko nasha diya hai. Yeh hi ek explanation thi is baat ki ki woh khane ke baad itni jaldi aur itne poore tarike se so gaya. 

Gajendra ne zaroor uske khaane ya peene mein kuch mila diya hoga taaki Ammi raat ke liye azad ho jaaye. Abba ka un dono par abhi bhi bharosa isko aasaan bana raha tha. 

Main apne tent mein gaya aur let gaya. 

Kuch der baad main bahar soft harkaton ki awaaz se uth gaya. 

Main uth kar baahar dekha. Camp khali tha. Ammi aur Gajendra gayab the. 

Main tent se chupke se nikal gaya aur unke silhouettes ko chandni mein nadi ki taraf jaate hue dekha. Main door se trees ke beech chhupte hue unke peeche gaya. 

Paani ke paas unhone ruk kar ghaas par blanket bichhaya aur chumne lage. Ammi Gajendra ke upar thi. Unke shareer pedon ke neeche dabey hue the, nadi ki awaaz unki dheemi awaazon ko dhak rahi thi. 

Agla hissa mein pata chalega ki aage kya hua