05-08-2026, 06:23 PM
UPDET 6
Subah ki roshni room mein fail rahi thi jab mummy ne darwaza khola. Unke chehre par ab bhi kal raat ki thakan thi, lekin aankhon mein ek alag si tightness thi. Unhone seedha kaha,
“Uth. Aaj shooting ke liye jaana hai. Jaldi naha le. Kapde main nikaal deti hoon.”
Main uthi. Body ab bhi bhaari thi. Chut mein halki si jalan, chunchiyan sensitive, taango mein thakan. Kal raat ka sab kuch ab bhi jism mein basa hua tha. Phir bhi main bathroom chali gayi. Jaldi se nahaaya, clean jeans aur ek simple loose top pehna. Bra tight thi — kal ke nishaan ab bhi thode dikhte the.
Mummy ne bhi saari change ki thi. Simple cotton, pallu tight bandha hua. Hum dono chupchaap ghar se nikal gaye. Auto mein baithe to mummy ne dheere se kaha,
“Aaj jo meeting hai… woh normal nahi hai. Do director hain. South Indian. Blue film banate hain. Unhone tera portfolio dekh liya hai. Studio wala topless shoot… un tak pahunch gaya hai.”
Mera dil zor se dhadak utha. Mainne unki taraf dekha. Mummy seedhe dekh rahi thin.
“Woh maa-beti ka scene chahte hain. Agar aaj kuch dikha diya… toh roll confirm. Movie India mein release nahi hogi. Bahar, overseas market ke liye hai. Paise ache hain. Aur… sokh bhi pura hoga .”
Main chup rahi. Auto ke jhatke meri body mein hilte rahe. Kal raat wali garmi phir se neeche utar aayi, lekin is baar uske saath ek ajib sa darr bhi tha.
Studio pahunche. Purana sa building, andar soft lighting, black curtains, ek bada bed, cameras pehle se set. Do aadmi khade the. Ek lamba, dark complexion, daadi-wala. Doosra thoda mota, chashma pehne hue. Dono ne humhe dekhte hi muskuraahat di.
“Aaiye, aaiye…” daadi-wale ne kaha. Awaaz mein south Indian accent tha. “Anita… aur unki mummy. Portfolio dekh liya hamne. Bahut soft skin, natural body. Bilkul wahi jo hum dhoondh rahe the.”
Mummy ne sir hilaya. Main chup thi.
Chashma-wale ne aage badh kar kaha, “Direct baat karte hain. Hum maa-beti ka intimate scene shoot karna chahte hain. Soft se start, phir thoda bold. Movie poori bahar release hogi — Gulf, Europe, online platforms. India mein naam nahi aayega. Paise… dono ke liye alag-alag, ache.”
Daadi-wale ne meri taraf dekha. “Portfolio mein topless shots dekh liye. Bahut natural lage. Aaj agar thoda sa live dekh lein… toh bilkul confirm kar denge. Koi pressure nahi. Jo comfortable ho, utna.”
Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein kal raat wali baat thi — majboori, paise, pressure, aur woh raaz jo hum dono ke beech tha. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Anita… tu decide kar. Main saath hoon.”
Room mein khamoshi thi. Cameras ready the, lekin abhi record nahi ho raha tha. Sirf dekhne ke liye.
Mainne saans bhari. Kal raat ki thakan, chowkidar ke dhakke, mummy ki chunchiyan mere muh mein, sab yaad aa gaya. Phir studio wali topless feeling. Sharam aur garmi dono ek saath uthi.
Mainne dheere se kaha, “Theek hai… dikha deti hoon.”
Daadi-wale ne nod kiya. “Please… natural raho. Koi jaldi nahi.”
Mainne pehle apna top ke button khole. Ek… do… teen. Top khul gaya. Neeche black bra. Mainne bra ki hook peeche se kholi. Bra aage se nikal gayi. Meri chunchiyan free ho gayiin — soft, thodi si sooji hui kal raat se, nipples air mein tight hone lage.
Dono directors ki nazar meri chhaati par thi. Chashma-wale ne dheere se kaha, “Bahut soft… natural shape. Turn slightly.”
Mainne thoda side turn kiya. Chunchiyan hilti hui. Mummy meri taraf dekh rahi thin. Unki saans tez ho gayi thi.
Daadi-wale ne kaha, “Ab jeans…”
Mainne button khola, zip neeche ki. Jeans dheere-dheere neeche sarkaayi. Ab sirf panty thi. Mainne usme bhi ungli daal kar neeche sarka diya. Ab main bilkul nangi thi — do ajnabi mardon ke saamne, aur mummy ke saamne.
Room mein sirf AC ki aahat thi. Meri skin par goosebumps aa gaye. Nipples bilkul pointed. Neeche chut kal raat ki thakan se thodi sooji hui dikh rahi thi.
Chashma-wale ne aage badh kar kaha, “Mummy bhi… thoda sa. Scene natural lagega agar dono comfortable dikhein.”
Mummy ne meri aankhon mein dekha. Phir unhone apni saari ka pallu hataya. Blouse ke buttons khole. Blouse nikal gaya. Bra kholi. Unki bhaari, soft chunchiyan free ho gayiin. Kal raat ke nishaan ab bhi thode dikhte the. Phir unhone petticoat ki naada kholi. Petticoat gir gaya. Ab woh bhi nangi thin.
Do nangi jism — maa aur beti — soft lights mein.
Daadi-wale ne kaha, “Ab thoda kareeb aao. Hath se touch karo… jaise scene mein hoga.”
Mummy ne pehle haath badhaya. Unki ungliyon ne meri chunchi ko chhua. Soft dabaya. Nipple ko anguthe se ghumaya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Ek halki siskari nikal gayi. Mummy ne doosri chunchi bhi pakad li. Ab dono haathon se meri chunchiyan masal rahi thin — bilkul waise jaise kal raat chowkidar ki ordi mein kiya tha.
Mainne bhi haath badhaya. Mummy ki bhaari chunchi ko pakda. Soft, garam, heavy. Nipple ko pinch kiya. Mummy ki saans bhaari ho gayi.
Chashma-wale ne kaha, “Bahut accha… ab thoda aur close. Beti, mummy ki chest par muh rakho.”
Mainne jhuk kar mummy ki chunchi muh mein le li. Garam, soft. Jeebh se nipple ko ghumaya. Mummy ne mera baal pakad liya aur halka sa dabaaya. Unki siskari nikal gayi — “Ahh…”
Daadi-wale ne camera adjust kiya, lekin abhi record nahi kiya. Sirf dekh rahe the. “Yes… natural chemistry hai. Ab beti neeche jaaye… mummy ki thighs ke beech.”
Main neeche gayi. Mummy ki taangein thodi faili. Mainne unki chut ke kareeb muh le gaya. Garam, halki si smell — kal raat ki yaad. Mainne jeebh nikaal kar soft lick kiya. Mummy ki taang kaamp uthi. “Ahhh… dheere…”
Mainne unki clit ko jeebh se sahlaana shuru kiya. Mummy ne mera baal zor se pakad liya. Unki siskariyan nikalne lagi —
“Ahh… ahh… haan… aise… ahh…”
Upar se daadi-wale ne kaha, “Mummy bhi beti ko touch karo.”
Mummy ne jhuk kar meri chunchiyan pakad liin aur masalne lagi. Main unki chut choos rahi thi, woh meri chunchiyan daba rahi thin. Room mein ab siskariyan gunj rahi thin.
Chashma-wale ne nod kiya. “Enough for confirmation. Chemistry bilkul perfect hai. Roll confirm. Agle hafte se shoot start. Contract aur paise ki baat baad mein.”
Mainne muh hataya. Mummy ne bhi haath hataaye. Dono haafte hue ek doosre ko dekh rahe the. Nangi, garam, aur ab… confirmed.
Daadi-wale ne kaha, “Kapde pehen lo. Kal subah dus baje. Full scene shoot hoga. Soft se start karke jo comfortable ho.”
Hum dono chupchaap kapde pehne. Top, jeans, saari. Haath ab bhi kaamp rahe the. Directors ne smile kiya aur door tak chhodne aaye.
Baahar nikalte hi dhoop tez thi. Auto mein baithte hi mummy ne mera haath pakad liya. Unka haath ab bhi garam tha.
“Roll confirm ho gaya,” unhone dheere se kaha. “Ab… ab hum dono isme hain.”
Mainne window se baahar dekha. Neeche se ab bhi gehli feeling thi. Muh mein mummy ki taste ab bhi thi. Aur kal se… cameras ke saamne poora scene.
Auto chalta raha.
Dono chup.
Lekin jism jaante the —
Agle hafte ka subah tha.
Papa dining table par chai pi rahe the. Akhbaar khola hua tha. Mummy ne normal se awaaz mein kaha,
“Aaj main Anita ko apne saath market le ja rahi hoon. Thode kapde dekhne hain, phir uski ek saheli ke ghar bhi jaana hai. Shaam tak aa jaayenge.”
Papa ne akhbaar se nazar uthaayi. “Konsi saheli?”
“Ritu,” mummy ne bina hidakhe kaha. “Uske ghar hi khana kha lenge. Tum tension mat lo.”
Papa ne “Hmm” kaha aur phir se akhbaar mein dekhne lage. Main kitchen se nikal kar ready khadi thi — simple kurti, jeans, baal bandhe hue. Chehre par bilkul normal expression. Andar dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Hum dono ghar se nikal gaye. Auto liya. Mummy ne driver ko address bataya — wohi purana studio area, thoda door. Raaste bhar dono chup rahe. Sirf ek baar mummy ne mera haath dabaya aur dheere se kaha, “Himmat rakh. Jo scene batayein, usse acche se samajh lena. Aaj sirf blocking aur explanation hoga.”
Studio pahunche to dono directors pehle se maujood the. Daadi-wale director (unhe hum Ravi sir bolte the) ne dekhte hi smile kiya. Chashma-wale (Suresh sir) ne nod kiya.
“Aaiye. Bilkul time se,” Ravi sir ne kaha. “Aaj pehle scene ka poora breakdown samjhate hain. Phir light-camera set karke blocking karenge. Actual take kal se shuru karenge.”
Hum dono unke peeche-peeche ek bade room mein gaye. Wahan ek purani-si car rakhi thi — soft windows, thodi si dusty, bilkul aisi jaise jungle ke raste ki car ho. Cameras uske around set the. Ek side par teen extra artiste khade the — dark complexion, body par halka sa oil, lungi aur phate hue baniyan mein. Unke haath mein lakdi ke sticks the. Aadivasi look diya gaya tha.
Suresh sir ne hume car ke paas bulaya aur bolna shuru kiya.
“Dhyan se suno. Yeh scene bahut important hai. Story yeh hai — maa aur beti ek car mein ja rahi hain. Jungle ke kareeb wala rasta. Unka ghar door hai, isliye late ho gaya. Raasta sunsaan hai. Tab teen aadivasi unki car ko rokte hain. Pehle unka irada loot ka hai — paise, jewellery, mobile. Lekin jab woh car ke andar jhaankte hain… toh unki nazar maa-beti ke roop par padti hai. Beti ki soft face, mummy ki body language… unki niyat dheere-dheere badal jaati hai. Loot se hata kar kuch aur sochne lagte hain.”
Ravi sir ne aage kaha, “Is scene mein abhi koi physical intimate action nahi hai. Sirf tension, darr, aur un teenon ki badalti hui niyat dikhani hai. Camera pehle car ke andar ka fear capture karega, phir bahar se aadivasiyon ke expressions. Dialogues kam hain, lekin eyes bahut strong honi chahiye.”
Suresh sir ne teen extra artistes ko aage bulaya. “Tum log suno. Pehle car ke saamne aa kar rokna. Sticks se dhamki dena. Phir windows ke paas aakar andar jhaankna. Jab Anita aur unki mummy ko dekho, toh pehle surprise, phir dheere-dheere alag type ka look aana chahiye. Loot ki baat kam, unke roop ki baat zyada. Samajh gaye?”
Teenon ne sir hilaya.
Phir Ravi sir ne humse kaha, “Anita, tum car ke driving seat par nahi, passenger seat par baithogi. Mummy driving seat par. Scene yeh hai ki mummy chala rahi hain. Jab car rukti hai, toh dono ka reaction alag-alag hona chahiye. Mummy try karti hain strong dikhne ka, Anita thodi darr bhi dikhati hai, lekin poori tarah break nahi hoti. Eyes se baat karo.”
Mummy ne poocha, “Dialogues kya honge?”
Suresh sir ne paper se padhte hue bataya:
“Pehle aadivasi car ke saamne haath uthata hai — ‘Ruko! Gaadi roko!’
Doosra aadivasi window ke paas aata hai — ‘Paise nikalo, mobile nikalo, jo jewellery hai utaro.’
Phir jab woh andar dekhte hain, toh teesra bolta hai — ‘Arre… yeh toh bilkul alag hain.’
Pehla wala kehta hai — ‘Loot ke saath-saath… aur bhi kuch ho sakta hai.’
Mummy ka dialogue — ‘Humein jaane do. Jo paise hain le lo, lekin humein haath mat lagana.’
Anita ka dialogue — ‘Mummy… woh log…’ (darr ke saath, lekin poori tarah panic nahi).”
Ravi sir ne kaha, “Ab actual blocking karte hain. Car mein baitho. Hum lights set karte hain.”
Main car ke passenger seat par baith gayi. Mummy driving seat par. Windows thode upar the, lekin camera ke liye thoda neeche kiye gaye. Bahar teen aadivasi apni position par chale gaye.
“Action!” Ravi sir ne kaha.
Car ke headlights on kiye gaye (studio lights se effect diya gaya). Mummy ne steering pakda. Mainne window se baahar dekhne ka natak kiya. Tabhi saamne se teenon ne sticks hilate hue car ke raste mein aa kar khade ho gaye.
“Ruko! Gaadi roko!” pehle aadivasi ne zor se kaha.
Mummy ne brake ka natak kiya. Car ruk gayi. Mainne natural reaction diya — body thodi si tight, aankhein badi, lekin mummy ki taraf dekha.
Doosra aadivasi mere window ke paas aaya. Usne haath se window thokha. “Paise nikalo! Mobile nikalo! Jo kuch hai utaro jaldi!”
Teesra aadivasi mummy ke window ke paas gaya. Usne andar jhaanka. Pehle uski nazar mummy par gayi, phir meri taraf. Uske chehre ka expression dheere-dheere badla. Loot wala aggressive look kam hua, aankhein thodi narrow hui, dekhne ka tareeka badal gaya.
“Arre…” usne dheere se kaha, “yeh toh bilkul alag hain.”
Pehla aadivasi bhi paas aaya aur andar jhaanka. Usne pehle meri taraf dekha, phir mummy ki taraf. Uske muh se nikla, “Loot ke saath-saath… aur bhi kuch ho sakta hai.”
Mummy ne steering zor se pakde hue kaha, awaaz mein darr ke saath strength laate hue, “Humein jaane do. Jo paise hain le lo, lekin humein haath mat lagana.”
Mainne mummy ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, awaaz thodi kaampti hui, “Mummy… woh log…”
Camera different angles se ghumta raha. Kabhi meri aankhein, kabhi mummy ka tight jaw, kabhi aadivasiyon ke badalte expressions, kabhi unke haath jo window par the.
“Cut!” Ravi sir ne kaha.
Woh paas aaye. “Bahut accha. Anita, tera darr natural tha, lekin aankhon mein thoda aur helplessness laa. Mummy, tumhari awaaz mein strength sahi thi, bas thoda sa aur protectiveness add karo. Aadivasi log — tum log jab andar jhaankte ho toh pehle surprise, phir woh look aana chahiye jisse audience samajh jaaye ki niyat badal gayi hai. Dobara karte hain.”
Humne scene teen baar repeat kiya. Har baar chhote-chhote changes ke saath. Kabhi mera dialogue thoda pehle, kabhi mummy ka reaction thoda late. Aadivasiyon ke expressions ko aur sharp kiya gaya.
Chauthi baar jab “Cut!” hua to Suresh sir ne nod kiya. “Ab blocking set hai. Kal actual take lenge. Aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai. Tum log jao, rest karo. Kal subah nau baje sharp.”
Hum dono car se utre. Mummy ne mera haath pakda. Unke haath mein halka sa paseena tha. Mainne bhi unka haath dabaya.
Baahar nikalte waqt Ravi sir ne kaha, “Kal se scene aage badhega. Aaj jo tension create hui hai, usse aage le jaayenge. Ready rehna.”
Hum dono chupchaap auto mein baith gaye. Shaam ka time ho raha tha. Papa ko abhi bhi yahi pata tha ki hum market aur saheli ke ghar gaye the.
Auto chalte hue mummy ne dheere se kaha, “Scene samajh aa gaya na? Kal se actual shooting hai. Aaj jo kiya, usse zyada intense hoga.”
Mainne window se baahar dekhte hue sir hilaya. “Haan… samajh gaya.”
Dil ab bhi tez dhadak raha tha.
Car, teen aadivasi, unki badalti hui nazar, mummy ki awaaz… sab kuch dimaag mein ghoom raha tha.
Subah 7 baje Papa ne bag uthaya. Unka phone pehle se hi ringing mode par tha. Unhone mummy ko bataya,
“Do din ke liye bahar jaana padega. Company ka urgent kaam hai. Dusre shehar. Kal shaam tak wapas aane ki koshish karunga, lekin late ho sakta hai.”
Mummy ne normal face banate hue kaha, “Theek hai. Tension mat lo. Hum sambhal lenge.”
Papa ne meri taraf dekha. “Anita, college ka dhyan rakhna. Zyada ghumna-phirna nahi.”
Mainne sir hilaya. “Haan Papa.”
Darwaza band hua. Unki car ki awaaz door tak sunayi di, phir khamoshi. Mummy ne turant mere taraf dekha. Aankhon mein woh baat thi jo ab bolne ki zaroorat nahi thi.
Mainne apna college bag uthaya, lekin college jaane ka koi irada nahi tha. Mummy ne phone uthaya aur college office ka number milaya. Unki awaaz bilkul normal thi, thodi si pareshani ke saath—
“Hello, main Anita ki mother bol rahi hoon. Anita ki tabiyat aaj subah se kharab hai. Bukhar sa lag raha hai, body pain bhi hai. Aaj aur kal ki chhutti de dijiye. Haan… doctor ke paas le jaungi. Shukriya.”
Phone rakhte hi unhone mujhe kaha, “Ready ho ja. Aaj poora din shoot hai. Kal jo scene explain kiya tha, aaj usse aage ka shoot hoga.”
Mainne simple clothes pehne — kurti aur jeans. Mummy ne bhi plain saari. Hum dono chupchaap nikal gaye. Auto se seedha usi studio area mein.
Studio pahunche to Ravi sir aur Suresh sir pehle se ready the. Teen aadivasi look wale artiste bhi maujood the — body par oil, lungi, sticks. Car wahi khadi thi. Lights, cameras, reflectors sab set.
Ravi sir ne hume ek side bulaya. Unke haath mein script pages the. Awaaz gambhir thi.
“Kal jo scene shoot kiya tha — car rukna, aadivasiyon ka loot ka irada, phir maa-beti ko dekh kar niyat ka badalna — woh base set ho chuka hai. Aaj usse aage ka scene hai. Yeh scene thoda bold hai. Clear suno.”
Suresh sir ne aage kaha,
“Scene yeh hai ki teenon aadivasi ab loot se aage sochne lagte hain. Woh car ke doors kholte hain. Pehle mummy ko baahar nikalte hain, phir Anita ko. Dono ko car ke thoda door, pedon ke beech le jaate hain. Wahan tension badhti hai. Aadivasiyon ke dialogues mein ab seedha unke irade saaf ho jaate hain. Mummy try karti hain beti ko bachane ka, lekin number zyada hone ki wajah se unka control nahi rehta. Scene mein darr, majboori, aur dheere-dheere physical advance dikhana hai. Camera close-ups lega — faces, hands, expressions. Koi jaldi nahi. Natural reactions chahiye.”
Ravi sir ne detail mein bataya,
“Pehle aadivasi Anita ko pakadega. Doosra mummy ko. Teesra dono ko dekhta rahega aur instructions dega. Dialogues kuch is tarah honge:
- Pehla aadivasi: ‘Aaj loot se zyada kuch milne wala hai.’
- Doosra: ‘Inka roop dekh ke haath rok nahi paayenge.’
- Mummy: ‘Humein chhod do… jo maangte ho le lo… beti ko haath mat lagana.’
- Anita: ‘Mummy… please…’
- Teesra aadivasi: ‘Ab rone se kuch nahi hoga. Jo hona hai woh hoga.’
Phir physical action start hoga. Pehle haath se touch, kapdon ko khinchna, resist karna, phir dheere-dheere control dena. Camera har angle se lega. Agar beech mein cut bolun toh ruk jaana. Samajh aa gaya?”
Mummy ne dheere se poocha, “Kitni der ka scene hai?”
Suresh sir ne kaha, “Pehle continuous take try karenge. 15-20 minute ka. Phir jo mistakes hongi unhe alag-alag angles se lenge. Ready ho jao. Makeup-light check karke start karte hain.”
Hum dono ne sir hilaya. Makeup artist ne thoda sa face set kiya — natural look, thoda sa darr dikhane ke liye aankhon ke around soft. Kapde wahi rakhe gaye jo kal the, taaki continuity rahe.
Car mein baithne ko kaha gaya. Mummy driving seat par, main passenger seat par. Cameras roll position mein aa gaye. Sound recordist ne signal diya.
Ravi sir ne megaphone se kaha,
“Quiet please… Camera ready… Sound ready… Action!”
Car ke headlights on hue. Bahar se teenon aadivasi sticks hilate hue aaye — bilkul kal wale continuity ke saath.
“Ruko! Gaadi roko!”
Mummy ne brake ka action kiya. Car ruk gayi. Teenon ne car ko gher liya. Windows par haath maare.
“Paise nikalo! Mobile nikalo!”
Phir jaise hi unhone andar jhaanka, expressions badle. Pehle wale ne kaha,
“Arre… yeh toh bilkul alag hain.”
Doosre ne kaha, “Loot ke saath-saath… aur bhi kuch ho sakta hai.”
Teesre ne door ki taraf haath badhaya aur zor se kaha, “Baahar niklo dono!”
Mummy ne resist kiya, “Humein jaane do… jo paise hain le lo…”
Lekin teenon ne doors khol diye. Pehle mummy ko baahar kheencha gaya. Unhone thoda resist kiya, saari ka pallu sambhalte hue. Phir mera door khula. Ek aadivasi ne mera haath pakda aur baahar kheench liya. Mainne natural darr dikhaya — body tight, aankhein badi, mummy ki taraf dekhte hue.
“Mummy…!”
Humein car se thoda door, set ke andar banaaye gaye pedon ke beech le jaaya gaya. Lights wahan soft aur thodi dark thin, jungle jaisa effect. Teenon ne hume gher liya. Sticks ab neeche the, lekin unke haath hamare baazuon par the.
Pehle aadivasi ne meri taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Aaj loot se zyada kuch milne wala hai.”
Doosre ne mummy ko dekhte hue kaha, “Inka roop dekh ke haath rok nahi paayenge.”
Mummy ne aage badh kar mujhe apne peeche karne ki koshish ki aur boli, awaaz mein darr aur gussa dono laate hue,
“Humein chhod do… jo maangte ho le lo… beti ko haath mat lagana!”
Mainne unke kapdon ko pakde hue kaha, “Mummy… please…”
Teesre aadivasi ne dheere se, lekin saaf awaaz mein kaha, “Ab rone se kuch nahi hoga. Jo hona hai woh hoga.”
Camera close-up par chala gaya — pehle mummy ke face ka, phir mera, phir teenon ke expressions ka. Ravi sir ne abhi cut nahi bola. Scene continue tha.
Ek aadivasi ne mera baazu pakad kar thoda apni taraf kheench liya. Doosre ne mummy ka haath pakda. Teesra dono ko dekhte hue thoda door khada raha, jaise control mein ho. Mummy ne mujhe apne se chipkane ki koshish ki, lekin number zyada tha. Unhone phir se kaha,
“Please… humein jaane do… hum kisi ko nahi batayenge…”
Lekin aadivasiyon ne koi jawab nahi diya. Unki nazar ab hamare jism par thi — meri kurti, mummy ki saari, hamari saansen, darr se tezz hote hue.
Camera different angles se ghumta raha. Kabhi mera face, kabhi mummy ka tight grip mere haath par, kabhi aadivasiyon ke haath jo
Subah ki roshni room mein fail rahi thi jab mummy ne darwaza khola. Unke chehre par ab bhi kal raat ki thakan thi, lekin aankhon mein ek alag si tightness thi. Unhone seedha kaha,
“Uth. Aaj shooting ke liye jaana hai. Jaldi naha le. Kapde main nikaal deti hoon.”
Main uthi. Body ab bhi bhaari thi. Chut mein halki si jalan, chunchiyan sensitive, taango mein thakan. Kal raat ka sab kuch ab bhi jism mein basa hua tha. Phir bhi main bathroom chali gayi. Jaldi se nahaaya, clean jeans aur ek simple loose top pehna. Bra tight thi — kal ke nishaan ab bhi thode dikhte the.
Mummy ne bhi saari change ki thi. Simple cotton, pallu tight bandha hua. Hum dono chupchaap ghar se nikal gaye. Auto mein baithe to mummy ne dheere se kaha,
“Aaj jo meeting hai… woh normal nahi hai. Do director hain. South Indian. Blue film banate hain. Unhone tera portfolio dekh liya hai. Studio wala topless shoot… un tak pahunch gaya hai.”
Mera dil zor se dhadak utha. Mainne unki taraf dekha. Mummy seedhe dekh rahi thin.
“Woh maa-beti ka scene chahte hain. Agar aaj kuch dikha diya… toh roll confirm. Movie India mein release nahi hogi. Bahar, overseas market ke liye hai. Paise ache hain. Aur… sokh bhi pura hoga .”
Main chup rahi. Auto ke jhatke meri body mein hilte rahe. Kal raat wali garmi phir se neeche utar aayi, lekin is baar uske saath ek ajib sa darr bhi tha.
Studio pahunche. Purana sa building, andar soft lighting, black curtains, ek bada bed, cameras pehle se set. Do aadmi khade the. Ek lamba, dark complexion, daadi-wala. Doosra thoda mota, chashma pehne hue. Dono ne humhe dekhte hi muskuraahat di.
“Aaiye, aaiye…” daadi-wale ne kaha. Awaaz mein south Indian accent tha. “Anita… aur unki mummy. Portfolio dekh liya hamne. Bahut soft skin, natural body. Bilkul wahi jo hum dhoondh rahe the.”
Mummy ne sir hilaya. Main chup thi.
Chashma-wale ne aage badh kar kaha, “Direct baat karte hain. Hum maa-beti ka intimate scene shoot karna chahte hain. Soft se start, phir thoda bold. Movie poori bahar release hogi — Gulf, Europe, online platforms. India mein naam nahi aayega. Paise… dono ke liye alag-alag, ache.”
Daadi-wale ne meri taraf dekha. “Portfolio mein topless shots dekh liye. Bahut natural lage. Aaj agar thoda sa live dekh lein… toh bilkul confirm kar denge. Koi pressure nahi. Jo comfortable ho, utna.”
Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein kal raat wali baat thi — majboori, paise, pressure, aur woh raaz jo hum dono ke beech tha. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Anita… tu decide kar. Main saath hoon.”
Room mein khamoshi thi. Cameras ready the, lekin abhi record nahi ho raha tha. Sirf dekhne ke liye.
Mainne saans bhari. Kal raat ki thakan, chowkidar ke dhakke, mummy ki chunchiyan mere muh mein, sab yaad aa gaya. Phir studio wali topless feeling. Sharam aur garmi dono ek saath uthi.
Mainne dheere se kaha, “Theek hai… dikha deti hoon.”
Daadi-wale ne nod kiya. “Please… natural raho. Koi jaldi nahi.”
Mainne pehle apna top ke button khole. Ek… do… teen. Top khul gaya. Neeche black bra. Mainne bra ki hook peeche se kholi. Bra aage se nikal gayi. Meri chunchiyan free ho gayiin — soft, thodi si sooji hui kal raat se, nipples air mein tight hone lage.
Dono directors ki nazar meri chhaati par thi. Chashma-wale ne dheere se kaha, “Bahut soft… natural shape. Turn slightly.”
Mainne thoda side turn kiya. Chunchiyan hilti hui. Mummy meri taraf dekh rahi thin. Unki saans tez ho gayi thi.
Daadi-wale ne kaha, “Ab jeans…”
Mainne button khola, zip neeche ki. Jeans dheere-dheere neeche sarkaayi. Ab sirf panty thi. Mainne usme bhi ungli daal kar neeche sarka diya. Ab main bilkul nangi thi — do ajnabi mardon ke saamne, aur mummy ke saamne.
Room mein sirf AC ki aahat thi. Meri skin par goosebumps aa gaye. Nipples bilkul pointed. Neeche chut kal raat ki thakan se thodi sooji hui dikh rahi thi.
Chashma-wale ne aage badh kar kaha, “Mummy bhi… thoda sa. Scene natural lagega agar dono comfortable dikhein.”
Mummy ne meri aankhon mein dekha. Phir unhone apni saari ka pallu hataya. Blouse ke buttons khole. Blouse nikal gaya. Bra kholi. Unki bhaari, soft chunchiyan free ho gayiin. Kal raat ke nishaan ab bhi thode dikhte the. Phir unhone petticoat ki naada kholi. Petticoat gir gaya. Ab woh bhi nangi thin.
Do nangi jism — maa aur beti — soft lights mein.
Daadi-wale ne kaha, “Ab thoda kareeb aao. Hath se touch karo… jaise scene mein hoga.”
Mummy ne pehle haath badhaya. Unki ungliyon ne meri chunchi ko chhua. Soft dabaya. Nipple ko anguthe se ghumaya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Ek halki siskari nikal gayi. Mummy ne doosri chunchi bhi pakad li. Ab dono haathon se meri chunchiyan masal rahi thin — bilkul waise jaise kal raat chowkidar ki ordi mein kiya tha.
Mainne bhi haath badhaya. Mummy ki bhaari chunchi ko pakda. Soft, garam, heavy. Nipple ko pinch kiya. Mummy ki saans bhaari ho gayi.
Chashma-wale ne kaha, “Bahut accha… ab thoda aur close. Beti, mummy ki chest par muh rakho.”
Mainne jhuk kar mummy ki chunchi muh mein le li. Garam, soft. Jeebh se nipple ko ghumaya. Mummy ne mera baal pakad liya aur halka sa dabaaya. Unki siskari nikal gayi — “Ahh…”
Daadi-wale ne camera adjust kiya, lekin abhi record nahi kiya. Sirf dekh rahe the. “Yes… natural chemistry hai. Ab beti neeche jaaye… mummy ki thighs ke beech.”
Main neeche gayi. Mummy ki taangein thodi faili. Mainne unki chut ke kareeb muh le gaya. Garam, halki si smell — kal raat ki yaad. Mainne jeebh nikaal kar soft lick kiya. Mummy ki taang kaamp uthi. “Ahhh… dheere…”
Mainne unki clit ko jeebh se sahlaana shuru kiya. Mummy ne mera baal zor se pakad liya. Unki siskariyan nikalne lagi —
“Ahh… ahh… haan… aise… ahh…”
Upar se daadi-wale ne kaha, “Mummy bhi beti ko touch karo.”
Mummy ne jhuk kar meri chunchiyan pakad liin aur masalne lagi. Main unki chut choos rahi thi, woh meri chunchiyan daba rahi thin. Room mein ab siskariyan gunj rahi thin.
Chashma-wale ne nod kiya. “Enough for confirmation. Chemistry bilkul perfect hai. Roll confirm. Agle hafte se shoot start. Contract aur paise ki baat baad mein.”
Mainne muh hataya. Mummy ne bhi haath hataaye. Dono haafte hue ek doosre ko dekh rahe the. Nangi, garam, aur ab… confirmed.
Daadi-wale ne kaha, “Kapde pehen lo. Kal subah dus baje. Full scene shoot hoga. Soft se start karke jo comfortable ho.”
Hum dono chupchaap kapde pehne. Top, jeans, saari. Haath ab bhi kaamp rahe the. Directors ne smile kiya aur door tak chhodne aaye.
Baahar nikalte hi dhoop tez thi. Auto mein baithte hi mummy ne mera haath pakad liya. Unka haath ab bhi garam tha.
“Roll confirm ho gaya,” unhone dheere se kaha. “Ab… ab hum dono isme hain.”
Mainne window se baahar dekha. Neeche se ab bhi gehli feeling thi. Muh mein mummy ki taste ab bhi thi. Aur kal se… cameras ke saamne poora scene.
Auto chalta raha.
Dono chup.
Lekin jism jaante the —
Agle hafte ka subah tha.
Papa dining table par chai pi rahe the. Akhbaar khola hua tha. Mummy ne normal se awaaz mein kaha,
“Aaj main Anita ko apne saath market le ja rahi hoon. Thode kapde dekhne hain, phir uski ek saheli ke ghar bhi jaana hai. Shaam tak aa jaayenge.”
Papa ne akhbaar se nazar uthaayi. “Konsi saheli?”
“Ritu,” mummy ne bina hidakhe kaha. “Uske ghar hi khana kha lenge. Tum tension mat lo.”
Papa ne “Hmm” kaha aur phir se akhbaar mein dekhne lage. Main kitchen se nikal kar ready khadi thi — simple kurti, jeans, baal bandhe hue. Chehre par bilkul normal expression. Andar dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Hum dono ghar se nikal gaye. Auto liya. Mummy ne driver ko address bataya — wohi purana studio area, thoda door. Raaste bhar dono chup rahe. Sirf ek baar mummy ne mera haath dabaya aur dheere se kaha, “Himmat rakh. Jo scene batayein, usse acche se samajh lena. Aaj sirf blocking aur explanation hoga.”
Studio pahunche to dono directors pehle se maujood the. Daadi-wale director (unhe hum Ravi sir bolte the) ne dekhte hi smile kiya. Chashma-wale (Suresh sir) ne nod kiya.
“Aaiye. Bilkul time se,” Ravi sir ne kaha. “Aaj pehle scene ka poora breakdown samjhate hain. Phir light-camera set karke blocking karenge. Actual take kal se shuru karenge.”
Hum dono unke peeche-peeche ek bade room mein gaye. Wahan ek purani-si car rakhi thi — soft windows, thodi si dusty, bilkul aisi jaise jungle ke raste ki car ho. Cameras uske around set the. Ek side par teen extra artiste khade the — dark complexion, body par halka sa oil, lungi aur phate hue baniyan mein. Unke haath mein lakdi ke sticks the. Aadivasi look diya gaya tha.
Suresh sir ne hume car ke paas bulaya aur bolna shuru kiya.
“Dhyan se suno. Yeh scene bahut important hai. Story yeh hai — maa aur beti ek car mein ja rahi hain. Jungle ke kareeb wala rasta. Unka ghar door hai, isliye late ho gaya. Raasta sunsaan hai. Tab teen aadivasi unki car ko rokte hain. Pehle unka irada loot ka hai — paise, jewellery, mobile. Lekin jab woh car ke andar jhaankte hain… toh unki nazar maa-beti ke roop par padti hai. Beti ki soft face, mummy ki body language… unki niyat dheere-dheere badal jaati hai. Loot se hata kar kuch aur sochne lagte hain.”
Ravi sir ne aage kaha, “Is scene mein abhi koi physical intimate action nahi hai. Sirf tension, darr, aur un teenon ki badalti hui niyat dikhani hai. Camera pehle car ke andar ka fear capture karega, phir bahar se aadivasiyon ke expressions. Dialogues kam hain, lekin eyes bahut strong honi chahiye.”
Suresh sir ne teen extra artistes ko aage bulaya. “Tum log suno. Pehle car ke saamne aa kar rokna. Sticks se dhamki dena. Phir windows ke paas aakar andar jhaankna. Jab Anita aur unki mummy ko dekho, toh pehle surprise, phir dheere-dheere alag type ka look aana chahiye. Loot ki baat kam, unke roop ki baat zyada. Samajh gaye?”
Teenon ne sir hilaya.
Phir Ravi sir ne humse kaha, “Anita, tum car ke driving seat par nahi, passenger seat par baithogi. Mummy driving seat par. Scene yeh hai ki mummy chala rahi hain. Jab car rukti hai, toh dono ka reaction alag-alag hona chahiye. Mummy try karti hain strong dikhne ka, Anita thodi darr bhi dikhati hai, lekin poori tarah break nahi hoti. Eyes se baat karo.”
Mummy ne poocha, “Dialogues kya honge?”
Suresh sir ne paper se padhte hue bataya:
“Pehle aadivasi car ke saamne haath uthata hai — ‘Ruko! Gaadi roko!’
Doosra aadivasi window ke paas aata hai — ‘Paise nikalo, mobile nikalo, jo jewellery hai utaro.’
Phir jab woh andar dekhte hain, toh teesra bolta hai — ‘Arre… yeh toh bilkul alag hain.’
Pehla wala kehta hai — ‘Loot ke saath-saath… aur bhi kuch ho sakta hai.’
Mummy ka dialogue — ‘Humein jaane do. Jo paise hain le lo, lekin humein haath mat lagana.’
Anita ka dialogue — ‘Mummy… woh log…’ (darr ke saath, lekin poori tarah panic nahi).”
Ravi sir ne kaha, “Ab actual blocking karte hain. Car mein baitho. Hum lights set karte hain.”
Main car ke passenger seat par baith gayi. Mummy driving seat par. Windows thode upar the, lekin camera ke liye thoda neeche kiye gaye. Bahar teen aadivasi apni position par chale gaye.
“Action!” Ravi sir ne kaha.
Car ke headlights on kiye gaye (studio lights se effect diya gaya). Mummy ne steering pakda. Mainne window se baahar dekhne ka natak kiya. Tabhi saamne se teenon ne sticks hilate hue car ke raste mein aa kar khade ho gaye.
“Ruko! Gaadi roko!” pehle aadivasi ne zor se kaha.
Mummy ne brake ka natak kiya. Car ruk gayi. Mainne natural reaction diya — body thodi si tight, aankhein badi, lekin mummy ki taraf dekha.
Doosra aadivasi mere window ke paas aaya. Usne haath se window thokha. “Paise nikalo! Mobile nikalo! Jo kuch hai utaro jaldi!”
Teesra aadivasi mummy ke window ke paas gaya. Usne andar jhaanka. Pehle uski nazar mummy par gayi, phir meri taraf. Uske chehre ka expression dheere-dheere badla. Loot wala aggressive look kam hua, aankhein thodi narrow hui, dekhne ka tareeka badal gaya.
“Arre…” usne dheere se kaha, “yeh toh bilkul alag hain.”
Pehla aadivasi bhi paas aaya aur andar jhaanka. Usne pehle meri taraf dekha, phir mummy ki taraf. Uske muh se nikla, “Loot ke saath-saath… aur bhi kuch ho sakta hai.”
Mummy ne steering zor se pakde hue kaha, awaaz mein darr ke saath strength laate hue, “Humein jaane do. Jo paise hain le lo, lekin humein haath mat lagana.”
Mainne mummy ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, awaaz thodi kaampti hui, “Mummy… woh log…”
Camera different angles se ghumta raha. Kabhi meri aankhein, kabhi mummy ka tight jaw, kabhi aadivasiyon ke badalte expressions, kabhi unke haath jo window par the.
“Cut!” Ravi sir ne kaha.
Woh paas aaye. “Bahut accha. Anita, tera darr natural tha, lekin aankhon mein thoda aur helplessness laa. Mummy, tumhari awaaz mein strength sahi thi, bas thoda sa aur protectiveness add karo. Aadivasi log — tum log jab andar jhaankte ho toh pehle surprise, phir woh look aana chahiye jisse audience samajh jaaye ki niyat badal gayi hai. Dobara karte hain.”
Humne scene teen baar repeat kiya. Har baar chhote-chhote changes ke saath. Kabhi mera dialogue thoda pehle, kabhi mummy ka reaction thoda late. Aadivasiyon ke expressions ko aur sharp kiya gaya.
Chauthi baar jab “Cut!” hua to Suresh sir ne nod kiya. “Ab blocking set hai. Kal actual take lenge. Aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai. Tum log jao, rest karo. Kal subah nau baje sharp.”
Hum dono car se utre. Mummy ne mera haath pakda. Unke haath mein halka sa paseena tha. Mainne bhi unka haath dabaya.
Baahar nikalte waqt Ravi sir ne kaha, “Kal se scene aage badhega. Aaj jo tension create hui hai, usse aage le jaayenge. Ready rehna.”
Hum dono chupchaap auto mein baith gaye. Shaam ka time ho raha tha. Papa ko abhi bhi yahi pata tha ki hum market aur saheli ke ghar gaye the.
Auto chalte hue mummy ne dheere se kaha, “Scene samajh aa gaya na? Kal se actual shooting hai. Aaj jo kiya, usse zyada intense hoga.”
Mainne window se baahar dekhte hue sir hilaya. “Haan… samajh gaya.”
Dil ab bhi tez dhadak raha tha.
Car, teen aadivasi, unki badalti hui nazar, mummy ki awaaz… sab kuch dimaag mein ghoom raha tha.
Subah 7 baje Papa ne bag uthaya. Unka phone pehle se hi ringing mode par tha. Unhone mummy ko bataya,
“Do din ke liye bahar jaana padega. Company ka urgent kaam hai. Dusre shehar. Kal shaam tak wapas aane ki koshish karunga, lekin late ho sakta hai.”
Mummy ne normal face banate hue kaha, “Theek hai. Tension mat lo. Hum sambhal lenge.”
Papa ne meri taraf dekha. “Anita, college ka dhyan rakhna. Zyada ghumna-phirna nahi.”
Mainne sir hilaya. “Haan Papa.”
Darwaza band hua. Unki car ki awaaz door tak sunayi di, phir khamoshi. Mummy ne turant mere taraf dekha. Aankhon mein woh baat thi jo ab bolne ki zaroorat nahi thi.
Mainne apna college bag uthaya, lekin college jaane ka koi irada nahi tha. Mummy ne phone uthaya aur college office ka number milaya. Unki awaaz bilkul normal thi, thodi si pareshani ke saath—
“Hello, main Anita ki mother bol rahi hoon. Anita ki tabiyat aaj subah se kharab hai. Bukhar sa lag raha hai, body pain bhi hai. Aaj aur kal ki chhutti de dijiye. Haan… doctor ke paas le jaungi. Shukriya.”
Phone rakhte hi unhone mujhe kaha, “Ready ho ja. Aaj poora din shoot hai. Kal jo scene explain kiya tha, aaj usse aage ka shoot hoga.”
Mainne simple clothes pehne — kurti aur jeans. Mummy ne bhi plain saari. Hum dono chupchaap nikal gaye. Auto se seedha usi studio area mein.
Studio pahunche to Ravi sir aur Suresh sir pehle se ready the. Teen aadivasi look wale artiste bhi maujood the — body par oil, lungi, sticks. Car wahi khadi thi. Lights, cameras, reflectors sab set.
Ravi sir ne hume ek side bulaya. Unke haath mein script pages the. Awaaz gambhir thi.
“Kal jo scene shoot kiya tha — car rukna, aadivasiyon ka loot ka irada, phir maa-beti ko dekh kar niyat ka badalna — woh base set ho chuka hai. Aaj usse aage ka scene hai. Yeh scene thoda bold hai. Clear suno.”
Suresh sir ne aage kaha,
“Scene yeh hai ki teenon aadivasi ab loot se aage sochne lagte hain. Woh car ke doors kholte hain. Pehle mummy ko baahar nikalte hain, phir Anita ko. Dono ko car ke thoda door, pedon ke beech le jaate hain. Wahan tension badhti hai. Aadivasiyon ke dialogues mein ab seedha unke irade saaf ho jaate hain. Mummy try karti hain beti ko bachane ka, lekin number zyada hone ki wajah se unka control nahi rehta. Scene mein darr, majboori, aur dheere-dheere physical advance dikhana hai. Camera close-ups lega — faces, hands, expressions. Koi jaldi nahi. Natural reactions chahiye.”
Ravi sir ne detail mein bataya,
“Pehle aadivasi Anita ko pakadega. Doosra mummy ko. Teesra dono ko dekhta rahega aur instructions dega. Dialogues kuch is tarah honge:
- Pehla aadivasi: ‘Aaj loot se zyada kuch milne wala hai.’
- Doosra: ‘Inka roop dekh ke haath rok nahi paayenge.’
- Mummy: ‘Humein chhod do… jo maangte ho le lo… beti ko haath mat lagana.’
- Anita: ‘Mummy… please…’
- Teesra aadivasi: ‘Ab rone se kuch nahi hoga. Jo hona hai woh hoga.’
Phir physical action start hoga. Pehle haath se touch, kapdon ko khinchna, resist karna, phir dheere-dheere control dena. Camera har angle se lega. Agar beech mein cut bolun toh ruk jaana. Samajh aa gaya?”
Mummy ne dheere se poocha, “Kitni der ka scene hai?”
Suresh sir ne kaha, “Pehle continuous take try karenge. 15-20 minute ka. Phir jo mistakes hongi unhe alag-alag angles se lenge. Ready ho jao. Makeup-light check karke start karte hain.”
Hum dono ne sir hilaya. Makeup artist ne thoda sa face set kiya — natural look, thoda sa darr dikhane ke liye aankhon ke around soft. Kapde wahi rakhe gaye jo kal the, taaki continuity rahe.
Car mein baithne ko kaha gaya. Mummy driving seat par, main passenger seat par. Cameras roll position mein aa gaye. Sound recordist ne signal diya.
Ravi sir ne megaphone se kaha,
“Quiet please… Camera ready… Sound ready… Action!”
Car ke headlights on hue. Bahar se teenon aadivasi sticks hilate hue aaye — bilkul kal wale continuity ke saath.
“Ruko! Gaadi roko!”
Mummy ne brake ka action kiya. Car ruk gayi. Teenon ne car ko gher liya. Windows par haath maare.
“Paise nikalo! Mobile nikalo!”
Phir jaise hi unhone andar jhaanka, expressions badle. Pehle wale ne kaha,
“Arre… yeh toh bilkul alag hain.”
Doosre ne kaha, “Loot ke saath-saath… aur bhi kuch ho sakta hai.”
Teesre ne door ki taraf haath badhaya aur zor se kaha, “Baahar niklo dono!”
Mummy ne resist kiya, “Humein jaane do… jo paise hain le lo…”
Lekin teenon ne doors khol diye. Pehle mummy ko baahar kheencha gaya. Unhone thoda resist kiya, saari ka pallu sambhalte hue. Phir mera door khula. Ek aadivasi ne mera haath pakda aur baahar kheench liya. Mainne natural darr dikhaya — body tight, aankhein badi, mummy ki taraf dekhte hue.
“Mummy…!”
Humein car se thoda door, set ke andar banaaye gaye pedon ke beech le jaaya gaya. Lights wahan soft aur thodi dark thin, jungle jaisa effect. Teenon ne hume gher liya. Sticks ab neeche the, lekin unke haath hamare baazuon par the.
Pehle aadivasi ne meri taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Aaj loot se zyada kuch milne wala hai.”
Doosre ne mummy ko dekhte hue kaha, “Inka roop dekh ke haath rok nahi paayenge.”
Mummy ne aage badh kar mujhe apne peeche karne ki koshish ki aur boli, awaaz mein darr aur gussa dono laate hue,
“Humein chhod do… jo maangte ho le lo… beti ko haath mat lagana!”
Mainne unke kapdon ko pakde hue kaha, “Mummy… please…”
Teesre aadivasi ne dheere se, lekin saaf awaaz mein kaha, “Ab rone se kuch nahi hoga. Jo hona hai woh hoga.”
Camera close-up par chala gaya — pehle mummy ke face ka, phir mera, phir teenon ke expressions ka. Ravi sir ne abhi cut nahi bola. Scene continue tha.
Ek aadivasi ne mera baazu pakad kar thoda apni taraf kheench liya. Doosre ne mummy ka haath pakda. Teesra dono ko dekhte hue thoda door khada raha, jaise control mein ho. Mummy ne mujhe apne se chipkane ki koshish ki, lekin number zyada tha. Unhone phir se kaha,
“Please… humein jaane do… hum kisi ko nahi batayenge…”
Lekin aadivasiyon ne koi jawab nahi diya. Unki nazar ab hamare jism par thi — meri kurti, mummy ki saari, hamari saansen, darr se tezz hote hue.
Camera different angles se ghumta raha. Kabhi mera face, kabhi mummy ka tight grip mere haath par, kabhi aadivasiyon ke haath jo
ANITA PATEL
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