Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 3



Vivek jo DVD mujhe dete rahe the, unhone sirf meri raaton ko khuli taangon aur geeli chhedon ke drishyon se nahi bhara. Unhone har aurat ko dekhne ka mera tarika hi badal diya, aur pehli aurat jise un film ne sirf maans bana diya, woh meri apni Mummy thin. 


Un lambi, gandi sceneon ko hafte bhar dekhne ke baad—auratein gag karti hui, auratein jhuki hui, auratein sirf chhed samajh kar istemaal hoti hui—main apni Mummy Shobha ko naye nazar se dekhne laga. 

Woh pachalis saal ki hain, abhi bhi mazboot, sahi jagahon par naram, aur jitna main screen par paise dekar aayi vaishyaayon ko istemaal hote dekhta, utna hi main us shareer ko bina kapdon ke dekhna chahta tha jisne mujhe pala tha. 

Yahi wajah thi. Porn ne mujhe sikhaya tha ki aurat ki keemat uski jaanghon ke beech aur blouse ke neeche baithti hai, aur kuch nahi. Isliye main usko nahaate dekhne ke mauke dhoondne laga. 

Maine unki routine aise seekhi jaise shikari jaanwar ka rasta seekhta hai. Subah jab Papa kaam ke liye jaldi nikal jaate, woh saat baje ke aas-paas bathroom ka darwaza band kar leti thin. 

Main intezaar karta jab tak paani chalne ki awaaz aati, phir patli corridor mein ghus kar purane keyhole par aankh laga deta jo kabhi theek nahi kiya gaya tha. 

Kabhi bhaap se woh dheer dhundhla jaata to mujhe ungli se saaf karna padta. Kabhi darwaza thoda khula chhod deti thin kyunki chitkani atak jaati thi. 

Woh din sabse acche hote. Main wahan shaant saans lete khada rehta, lund shorts ke andar pehle se hi sakht hota, aur dekhta. 

Unke baal kaale aur naram blonde dhaariyon ka mishran the jo jab bhi woh shower ke neeche sar jhukati thin toh roshni pakad lete. Gehile baal peeth par latakte, jild se chipke hue. 





 


Unki aankhein badi aur kaali thin, jo logon ke saamne komal dikhti thin lekin jab unhe lagta koi nahi dekh raha to aadhi-band aur door si ho jaati thin. Honth bharpur the, paani un par bahte waqt hamesha thode khule rehte. 

Unki chuchiyaan bhaari thin, poori C-cup, umar ke hisaab se oopar baithi hui, nok kaale aur mote, thande paani se sakht ho jaate. Lekin unki gaand hi sab kuch chhaa jaati thi. 

Gol, moti, bhaari, aisi gaand jo khadi hone par bhi hilti. Jab woh ghar mein ya gaon mein saree pehen kar chalti thin to kapda har kadam par tan kar uchhalta, do bhaari gaal patle kapde ke neeche aise hilte jaise unki apni zindagi ho. 









Woh gaand pehli cheez thi jo kisi ki nazar pakadti, wahi pehchaan thi jis se sadak ke aadmi sar ghumate, chahe dikhawa karte ki nahi dekh rahe. Unhone kabhi anal nahi kiya tha; mujhe pata tha kyunki saal pehle maine unhe phone par ek saheli se kehte suna tha ki yeh soch hi ghinoni hai. 

“Woh jagah uske liye nahi hai,” unhone kaha tha. Yeh soch meri porn wali soch ko aur ganda bana deti—sochna ki agar koi zabardasti kare to kaisa dikhega. 

Unhe purple pasand tha. Unke almari mein lagbhag har saree mein uska koi na koi rang tha—gehra baingani, naram lavender, ameer wine-purple sone ke kinaron ke saath. 

Nahaane ke baad geele jild par kapda chipak jaata, bhaari gaand ke golai aur chuchiyon ke naram bojh ko line karta jab tak woh khud ko sukhati nahi thin. 

Vivek ki lagataar baaton ki wajah se, wahi neeche wale vichar jo main unke ghar ki vaishyaayon ke baare mein rakhta tha, ab meri Mummy par bhi baithne lage. 









Woh bhi sirf ek aurat thin. Naram, chodne layak, bilkul un DVD ki ladkiyon jaisa hi uddeshya liye. Jo samman pehle tha woh raat-raat kar patla hota gaya jab tak lagbhag khatm nahi ho gaya. 

Raat mein patli deewaron se unke soye kamre ki har awaaz aati. Main jaagta rehta aur sunta. Papa bedsheet ki aam si sarsarahat se shuru karte, chhote karahte, gadda char-paanch minute tak chichakta. Mere Papa unhe chodte. 

Phir khamoshi. Woh kabhi karahte nahi thin. Ek baar bhi nahi. Koi lamba saans, koi naram chill, kuch nahi. 

Hamesha wahi: jaldi, sukha, shuru hone se pehle hi khatm. Papa ki taaqat kam thi; ghar ke sab bina bole jaante the. 

Woh latak kar so jaate, minuteon mein kharraate, aur woh andhere mein jaakar khud ko dho leti thin. Phir bhi woh wafaadaar rahi thin. Jitne saal main us chhat ke neeche raha, maine unhe kabhi kisi doosre aadmi ko dilchaspi se dekhte nahi dekha, na koi aisa sandesh ya raat ka call mila jo parivaar ka na ho. 

Woh kabhi kisi aur ke saath nahi thin. Meri Mummy kisi doosre aadmi ke neeche—yeh soch mere dimag mein thi hi nahi. 

Woh Papa ki thin, aur yahi ant tha—jab tak porn aur Vivek ki awaaz ne sab kuch dubara likhna shuru nahi kiya. 

Holi ek garm shaam ko aayi jab hawa pehle se hi gulal aur dhuen ki mahak le kar aa rahi thi. Suraj dhalte tak poori gali logon se bhar gayi. 

Holika dahan ki aag mandir ke paas khule maidan mein thi, lakdi aur sookhe patton ka ooncha dher pehle se jalta, narangi laatein oopar chaat rahi thin jab bacche uske aas-paas chillate daud rahe the. 

Rang-biranga pauder hawa mein chamakte dhool ki tarah latka tha—laal, hara, peela, neela—kapde, chehre, baal sab range hue. 

Kahin dhol baj rahe the, kisi ne loudspeaker laga kar purane Holi geet chala rakhe the, aur padosiyon ke jhund dheele gheron mein naach rahe the, ek doosre par rang ki mutthi phenkte aur has-has kar girte. 

Aag ke dhuen mein bhune moongphali ki meethi mahak aur kuch budhe aadmiyon ke cup mein bhang ki teekhi gandh mil rahi thi. 

Mujhe Mummy bheed ke kinare mili. Unhone reshmi safed saree pehni thi jo pehle se hi gulabi aur peele pauder se dagmaga rahi thi. Baal khule the, kuch blonde-kaali lathein gaal se chipki hui. 

“Tum der se aaye,” unhone kaha jab mujhe dekha, wohi naram muskaan jo hamesha logon ke saamne lagati thin. “Main soch rahi thi tum rangon mein madad karne jaldi aaoge.” 

“Kuch kaam khatm kar raha tha,” maine jawab diya. “Tumhe dekh kar lagta hai tumne pehle hi yudh shuru kar diya.” 

Woh hansin aur apne hi baazu se hari dhaar saaf ki. 

“Tumhare Papa ne aag jalte hi mujhe bahar kheencha. Kehte hain Holi hi ek din hai jab poori gali phir se parivaar jaisi lagti hai.” 

“Woh galat nahi. Sabko dekho.” 

“Haan. Phir bhi mujhe tumhare phepdon mein dhuen ki chinta rehti hai. Aag ke bahut paas mat khade hona.” 

“Main baccha nahi hoon, Mummy.” 

“Tum hamesha mere bacche ho. Aao, yeh gulal ka packet lo. Sharma ke ladke par phenko usse pehle ki woh tum par phenke.” 

Maine packet le liya. “Papa ab kahan hain?” 

“Us chacha se baat kar rahe hain jo dhol laaya. Unke baalon mein pehle se rang hai. Jab aise hanste hain to das saal chhote dikhte hain.” 

“Tum un par bhi phenko. Unhe aur chhota bana do.” 

Unhone sar hilaya, abhi bhi muskurati hui. 

“Main pehle hi phenk chuki. Do baar. Unhone mujhe mandir tak bhagaya. Meri saree kharab ho gayi, lekin mujhe parwah nahi. Meri safed saree dagon ko behtar nahi chhupati.” 

“Tumhari safed saree, aahh.” 

“Yeh mera rang hai. Tum jaante ho. Lekin purple mera sabse pasandida hai.” Unhone haath badha kar mere gaal se laal ka dag apne anguthe se saaf kiya. 

“Jao, maza lo.” 

Vivek abhi tak nahi aaye the. Intezar karte main aag ke paas naachte ghere mein shaamil ho gaya. Bacchon par pauder phenka, buain ne mere baalon mein baingani aur peela ragar diya, aur jab kisi ne mere peeth par rangila paani ki baalti daal di to main has pada. 

Har baar jab main paas jata to aag ki garmi chehre se takrati. 

Log aate rahe, aur dhol judte gaye, geet tez hote gaye. Main gali ki taraf dekhte rehta, Vivek ke chaure kandhon ka intezar karta. 

Baad mein mujhe Papa moongphali bechne wale ke paas khade mile, unka safed kurta pehle se hi har rang ka nasha ban chuka tha. Unka chehra aisi khushi se chamak raha tha jo ghar mein kam dikhti. 

“Yeh saal ka sabse accha din hai,” unhone kaha jab main unke paas pahuncha. “Na daftar, na tension, sirf aag aur rang aur log jo ek raat ke liye apne jhagde bhool jaate hain.” 

“Tum har Holi yahi kehte ho.” 

“Kyunki har Holi sach hota hai. Jab main tumhari umar ka tha to poora saal is shaam ka intezar karta tha. Aag, geet, dhuen ki mahak jo gulal se milti hai—kuch aur iske kareeb nahi aata.” 

“Diwali se bhi behtar?” 

“Diwali roshni aur mithai hai. Holi azaadi hai. Apni Mummy ko naachte dekho. Ghar mein aakhri baar kab unhe aise hilte dekha tha?” 

Maine nazar daali. Mummy auraton ke jhund ke beech thin, purple saree ghumti hui, unke haathon se rang ka pauder udta jab woh ghumti thin. 








Unki badi gaand geele kapde ke neeche har kadam par hilti, bhaari aur nazar andaz karna namumkin. 

“Woh khush hain,” maine kaha. 

“Unhe yeh milna chahiye. Hum dono ko. Zindagi chhoti hai, beta. Ek raat rang aur shor humein yaad dilati hai.” Unhone meri kandhe par haath rakha, mere shirt par neela dag chhodte hue. 

“Aao, mujh par bhi phenko. Apne Papa ko indradhanush bana do.” 

Maine kiya. Hum hanse, pauder ki mutthiyan badli, aur kuch minute ke liye ghar, raaton ka maun sambhog, patli deewarein—sab door lag raha tha. 

Phir maine Vivek ko dekha. Woh bheed ke kinare khade the, der se, shirt ka collar pehle se khula, chehre par chhoti muskaan. Main seedha unki taraf dauda aur chamakti gulabi pauder ki mutthi phenki jo unki chhati par phoot padi. 

Unhone gaali di, hanse, aur hari pauder ki bhaari mutthi se jawab diya jo seedha mere chehre par lagi. 

Hum ek doosre ke aas-paas ghoomte, phenkte, ek doosre ke baalon mein rang ragarate, jab tak dono chalte-phirte tyohaar nahi lagne lage. 

“Tum der se aaye,” maine kaha, abhi bhi has-has kar, papkon se hara saaf karte hue. 

“Haan, haan.” 

“Kya hua? Tumne kaha tha aag jalte hi yahan hoge.” 

Woh paas jhuke taaki dhol unki baat na nigal le. “Main vyast tha. Poori tarah bhool gaya tha kaun sa din hai jab tak us ladki ne yaad nahi dilaya.” 

“Kaun si ladki?” 

“Jo aaj dopahar mere paas thi. Jawaan, tight, jab jhali to tez. Main usko do baar choda, ek baar sofa par aur ek baar deewar se sata kar. Jab main khatm hua aur woh chali gayi, tab tak suraj doob chuka tha. Main Holi tab yaad kiya jab bahar nikla aur dhuen ko dekha.” 

Main zor se hansa. “Tum Holi bhool gaye kyunki tumhara lund kisi randi mein gehra tha?” 

“Ssshh dheere bolo. Lekin haan! Bilkul. Aur yeh keemat ke laayak tha. Usne mujhe acchi tarah khali kiya. Main ander tak santusht hoon, ladke. Taangein abhi bhi thodi kamzor. Yahi wajah hai ki main der se aaya.” 

“Tum ajeeb ho.” 

“Main sthalit hoon. Pehle chut, baad mein tyohaar. Tumhe yeh kram seekhna chahiye.” 

“Main pehle se seekh raha hoon, tumhare wajah se.” 

Woh muskuraye, rangile chehre par daant safed. “Accha. Ab baat band karo aur aur rang phenko. Main yahan saaf khade rehne nahi aaya.” 

Uske baad hum saath rahe, bheed ke saath hilte. Log dheele jhundon mein naachte, aag oonchi hoti jaati jaise aur lakdi daali jaati. Rang ka pauder hawa mein bhar gaya jab tak har saans uska swad na le. 

Mummy abhi bhi auraton ke ghere mein thin, purple saree ab laal aur peele paraton ke neeche lagbhag pehchaan se bahar, unki bhaari gaand hilti jab woh ghumti aur gulal ki mutthiyan oopar phenkti. 

Aag ki roshni geele kapde aur unke shareer ki harkat pakad leti. 

Vivek lambi der tak chup rahe. Maine dekha unki aankhein khule maidan ke paar kisi cheez par atki hui thin. Woh tezi se ghoor rahe the, bilkul usi tarah jaise apne deewaron ke posters ko ghoorte hain. 

Maine unki nazar ka peecha kiya lekin bheed hilti rahi—naachne wale, bacche, dhuen—aur main pakka nahi keh sakta tha kis par unka dhyan atka tha. 

Meri Mummy abhi bhi naach rahi thin, has rahi thin, unka shareer kharab purple saree ke neeche azaad hil raha tha, lekin unke paas aur auratein bhi thin. Mainne khud se kaha shayad koi aur ho. 

Phir Vivek ka haath mere oopar ke baazu par band ho gaya. 

Unhone mujhe ek kadam aur kheencha aur doosra haath uthaya, naachte ghere ke paar us jagah ki taraf ishara karte hue jahan auratein hil rahi thin. 

“Woh dekha?” unhone kaha, awaaz dhol ke neeche dheemi. “Jis par main baar-baar dekh raha hoon. Batao woh aurat kaun hai. Kya tum use jaante ho?” 

Unki ungli hilte shareeron ki taraf atki rahi, us peele chamak ki taraf jo doosre shareeron ke beech dikhti aur gayab ho jaati. 

Main abhi bhi pakka nahi tha. 

Aag lambi chhayaen phenk rahi thi, rangili dhool gehri latki thi, aur meri Mummy ki hanshi ek baar sangeet ke oopar uth kar phir bheed hilte hi dab gayi. 

Vivek mujhse kis ke baare mein pooch rahe the?? Agle episode mein pata chalega.......