Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 4





Main wahan ghumti rangili dhool aur Holika dahan ki aag ki garmi mein khada tha jab Mummy naachti rahi. 


Main zor se soch raha tha ki Vivek itni tezi se kis par ghoor rahe hain. Unki aankhein naachte ghere ke paar kisi cheez par atak gayi thin aur chhodne se inkaar kar rahi thin. 

Safed saree ki peeli chamak hilte shareeron ke beech dikhti aur gayab ho jaati thi, lekin bheed gehri thi aur aag ka dhuen sab kuch chamakta bana raha tha. Main abhi tak pakka nahi tha. 

“Tum itni tezi se kis ko dekh rahe ho?” maine poocha, dhol ke oopar awaaz uthate hue. 

Vivek ne sar nahi ghumaaya. “Woh aurat. Jo safed mein hai. Dikhi?” 

“Kai auratein safed mein hain lekin main nahi dekh pa raha tum kis ki baat kar rahe ho.” 

“Woh wahan! Dekho! Is tarah nahi. Dekho woh kaise hilti hai. Us saree ka us par kaise baithta hai. Mainne is poori gali mein itni sexy cheez kabhi nahi dekhi.” 

“Tum har acche shareer wali aurat ke baare mein yahi kehte ho.” 

“Nahi. Yeh alag hai. Mujhe yakeen nahi aa raha woh kitni sexy hai. Jab ghumti hai to uske hips kaise hilte hain, uske chalne mein jo bojh hai, jab rang phenkne ke liye baahen uthati hai to kapda kaise chipakta hai. 

Yeh asambhav hai. Main ghoorta rehta hoon kyunki meri aankhein kahin aur jaane se inkaar karti hain.” 

Woh ghoorte rahe. Rang ka pauder humare beech hawa mein latka tha, aur phir bhi unki nazar atki rahi. 

Main unke chehre ka kinara dekh raha tha, har baar jab purple saree phir dikhti to unki aankhein thodi sikud jaati thin. 

“Tumhe aise ghoorna band karna chahiye,” maine kaha. “Inmein se kuch auratein shaadi-shuda hain. Tum khud ko musibat mein daal loge.” 






Vivek ne aakhir mein meri taraf nazar daali, phir wapas bheed par. “Shaadi kuch nahi. Ek kaagaz ka tukda aur kuch rasmein. Yeh kapdon ke neeche jo hai use nahi badalti. Shaadi-shuda chut bhi chut hi hai. Kabhi-kabhi to aur behtar hoti hai kyunki woh itni bhookhi hoti hain jo unke pati unhe ab nahi dete.” 

“Yeh sochne ka khatarnak tarika hai.” 

“Yeh sochne ka ekmatra imandaar tarika hai. Mainne pehle bhi shaadi-shuda auraton ko choda hai. Jab unhe pata hota hai ki unhe wahan nahi hona chahiye to woh zyada tezi se jhalti hain. Shaadi ek taala hai jo aasani se khul jaata hai agar tumhe tareeka pata ho.” 

Unhone jeb se cigarette nikali, rangili hawa mein match se jalayi jo thodi der chamki, aur gehri saans li. 

Dhuen aag ki mahak aur gulal se mil gaya. 

Smoke karte waqt bhi unki nazar nahi hati. Har saans par cigarette ki nok chamakti, lekin aankhein bheed mein usi jagah par atki rahi. 

“Use dekho,” unhone lambi kheench ke baad kaha. “Woh kaise hasti hai. Purple kapde ke neeche uska shareer kaise hilta hai. Woh chuchiyaan, unka baithna, jab ghumti hai to uski gaand ka bhaari golai.” 








Woh meri Mummy ko dekhte rahe jo har taraf naach rahi thin. Woh samjhate rahe. 

“Mainne sau-sau auraton ko nanga dekha hai aur paise dekar liya hai, lekin yeh… yeh kuch aur hai. Agar ek raat uske saath ho to mujhe ek mahine kisi aur ki zarurat nahi padegi.” 

Woh meri Mummy ki taarif kar rahe the bina jaane ki woh meri Mummy hain. 

Har shabd unhone usi aakar par giraya jise mainne bathroom ke keyhole se dekha tha, wahi shareer jise unke DVD ki wajah se main sirf maans ke roop mein dekhne laga tha. 

Mere seene mein ajeeb sa tanaav mahsoos hua, lekin maine unhe theek nahi kiya. 

“Tum pehle se hi paagal se lag rahe ho.” 

“Haan. Mujhe kuch batao. Woh aadmi jis se woh pehle baat kar rahi thin, baalon mein dhooli jiske, kya woh unka pati hai?” 

“Kaun sa aadmi?” 

“Jo unke saath moongphali bechne wale ke paas has raha tha. Bada, mazboot shareer.” 

“Haan. Woh unka pati hai.” 

“Kya use pata hai ghar mein kya hai? Aise aadmi aksar nahi jaante. Woh ghar aate hain, paanch minute mein khatm karte hain, aur so jaate hain. Aisi auratein behtar ke laayak hain. Unhe sahi tarike se istemaal kiye jaane ka haq hai.” 

Tab maine ubhaar dekha. Nazar andaz karna namumkin tha. Unke patloon ka saamna moti, bhaari ridge ban kar kapde se saaf dhakel raha tha. Unhone chhupane ya muh pherne ki koi koshish nahi ki. 

Woh thodi taangein faila kar khade the, ek haath mein cigarette, aankhein abhi bhi naachte ghere par atki, unke lund ki line rangile pauder se dhake kapdon ke neeche saaf dikh rahi thi. 

Unhe parwah nahi thi kaun dekhe. Woh aise hi the. 

Jab kuch unhe uttejit karta to shareer dikhane dete. 

Main poori tarah pakka nahi tha ki woh ubhaar meri Mummy ne paida kiya tha. 

Unke paas aur auratein thin, aur purple chamak, aur hilte hips. Lekin jitni der woh ghoorte rahe, jitna meri Mummy ki safed saree unki aankhein kheenchti rahi, utna mujhe shak hone laga. 

“Main abhi aata hoon,” maine unse kaha. 

Main bheed mein ghus gaya, ek stall se thanda drink kharida, aur kuch minute alag kone se aag ko dekhta raha. Jab main wapas aaya toh woh bilkul usi jagah khade the, cigarette filter tak jal chuki thi, aankhein abhi bhi usi jagah par atki thin. 

Ab mujhe pata chal gaya. Har baar jab meri Mummy ki safed saree hilti unka sar uska peecha karta, unki nazar har doosri aurat ko thukra deti, unke patloon ka ubhaar abhi bhi nahi utra tha—woh wahi thin. 

Meri Mummy. Aur ajeeb baat yeh thi ki mujhe isse koi takleef nahi hui. 

DVD ke baad, unki deewaron ke posters ke baad, un mahinon ke baad jab main un vaishyaayon ki chhodi panty ki khushbu leta tha, meri Mummy ab sirf ek aur garam, sexy shareer ban gayi thin dekhne ke liye. 

Meri Mummy ab aag ke paas thin aur jhund ek geet par naach raha tha aur meri Mummy bhi naach rahi thin. Unki peeth humari taraf thi. 








Mere saath baitha aadmi uski badi gaand dekhte hue sakht tha—yeh baat lagbhag swabhavik lag rahi thi. 

Holi ka tyohaar hamesha ki tarah dheere-dheere khatm hua. Aag neeche girne lagi, dhol dheeme pade, gulal ke packet khali ho gaye, aur log rangile chehre aur thaki hansi ke saath ghar ki taraf bhatakne lage. 

Hawa abhi bhi dhuen, cheeni aur kharch hue phatakon ki mahak le kar thi. Mujhe Mummy maidan ke kinare mili, unki safed saree bachane layak nahi rahi thi, baal har rang se bhar e hue. 

“Main ek dost ke saath thoda samay bitane ja raha hoon,” maine unse kaha. 

Woh wahi naram muskaan ke saath muskurayi. “Theek hai. Bahut der mat rukna. Aur sone se pehle woh rang dho lena.” 

Woh hamesha mujhe jaane deti thin. Unka mujh par bharosa tha. Unhe bilkul nahi pata tha Vivek asal mein kaun hain ya unke ghar mein kya hai. Unke liye woh sirf ek padosi the, ek kunwara aadmi jo do ghar aage rehta tha aur kabhi-kabhi jab woh guzarti thin to haath hila deta tha. 

Unhone kabhi unke ghar ke andar kadam nahi rakha, kabhi un deewaron se chipki sambhog ki mahak nahi sunghi, kabhi khuli chut aur bhaari chuchiyon ke posters nahi dekhe. 

Wahi anjaanpan hi wajah thi ki woh un shaamon par kabhi sawal nahi karti thin jo main wahan bitata tha. 

Main Vivek ke ghar ki chhoti doori taak gaya. Gali ab shaant thi, sirf kuch der se aaye log apne aakhri pauder phenk rahe the. Unka darwaza hamesha ki tarah khula tha. 

Andar jaate hi sambhog aur purani khushbu ki wohi bhaari mahak mujhe lapet li. 

Nangi auraton ke posters abhi bhi deewaron se neeche dekh rahe the. Vivek pehle se wahan the, sofa par baithe, nayi cigarette ke saath, farsh ko ghoorte hue. Woh alag dikh rahe the. 

Woh aam asaan vishwas nahi. Unke kandhe kas e hue the, aankhein door si, jaise unka dimag abhi bhi pehle aag ke rangile dhuen mein atka ho. 

“Tumhara dimag kisi cheez se bhara lag raha hai,” maine kaha, sofa ke doosre chhor par baithte hue. 

Unhone dhuen ki lambi dhaar chhodi. “Haan hai.” 

“Kya hua? Tyohaar par to tum theek the.” 

“Aaj raat mainne ek aurat dekhi. Sabse sexy aurat jo mainne saalon mein dekhi. Shayad kabhi.” 

“Tum har baar jab sakht hote ho tab yahi kehte ho.” 

“Yeh alag hai. Main usko chodunga. Bahut jaldi. Har aurat jise mainne kabhi chaha, aakhir mein usko choda. Yeh bhi alag nahi hogi.” 

Main hansa. “Tum pehle se usko chodne ke baare mein soch rahe ho aur uska naam bhi nahi jaante.” 

“Mujhe uska naam nahi chahiye. Mujhe woh mere neeche chahiye. Woh kaise hili, woh shareer saree ke andar kaise baitha… main pehle se mehsoos kar sakta hoon woh mera lund kaise legi.” 

“Tum hasyaaspada ho. Sirf sochne se itne chup ho gaye?” 

“Sochne se main phir se sakht ho gaya hoon.” Unhone sofa par hilkar baithne ki koshish ki, aur ubhaar abhi bhi wahan tha, abhi bhi saaf. “Main usko lunga. Yeh khwahish nahi hai. Yeh tathya hai.” 

Main abhi bhi nahi jaanta tha ki woh meri Mummy ki baat kar rahe hain. Safed saree, meri Mummy ki bhaari chuchiyaan aur gaand, unka naachna—mere dimag mein dono ko jodne ki soch kabhi nahi aayi. 

Vivek ne woh dheemi muskaan di jo woh purane vaishyaavritti network ke dinon ki baat karte waqt lagate the. “Mujhe auraton ko sambhalna aata hai. Shaadi-shuda ho ya na ho. Tum naram jagah dhoondte ho, akeli jagah, woh jagah jise unka pati chhoona band kar chuka hai. Phir dabaav daalte ho. Paise madad karte hain. Dhyan zyada madad karta hai. Jab unhe phir se chaha jaana mehsoos hota hai to woh taangein khol deti hain aur shukriya karti hain. Mainne pehle kiya hai. Phir karunga.” 

Hum is baare mein lambi der tak baat karte rahe. Maine unse kaha ki unhe ek aurat ke saath bas kar lena chahiye aur doosri randiyon ko chhod dena chahiye. Woh lagbhag saath ke the; paise dekar aane wali ladkiyon ka lagataar juloos aakhir mein thakaan paida karega hi. 

“Maine woh aurat pehle se dhoond li hai jiske saath rahunga,” unhone kaha. 

“Kya?” 

“Aaj raat wali. Wohi hai. Main mehsoos kar sakta hoon. Doosri sirf samay kaatne ke chhed thin. Yeh alag hai. Main usko lunga aur tab tak rakhunga jab tak uske saath khatm nahi ho jaata.” 

Main phir hansa. “Itni jaldi kyun? Aur aaj hi kyun? Tumne usko aag ke paar das minute dekha aur pehle se uski chut ke saath poora bhavishya bana rahe ho?” 

“Kyunki kabhi-kabhi tum kuch dekhte ho aur tumhara lund tumhare liye faisla kar leta hai. Aaj aisa hi din tha. Jab mainne us par nazar atkai, tabhi jaan gaya. Shaadi, umar, jo bhi humare beech khada hai—main hata dunga. Woh jaldi hi mere liye peeth ke bal hogi. Jab tum dikhawa karna band kar dete ho ki auratein usse zyada kuch hain jo woh hain, to yahi hota hai.” 

Unhone ek aur cigarette jalayi aur peeche jhuk gaye, faili taangon aur khule munhon ke posters deewaron se hum dono ko dekh rahe the. Ghar ki bhaari mahak mere kapdon mein aur gehri baith gayi. Bahar, Holi ka aakhri shor aam raat mein ghul gaya. 

Lekin mujhe pata tha ki Vivek bilkul meri Mummy mein dilchaspi rakhte the, isliye unka dimag seedha nahi soch pa raha tha. Jo hone wala tha woh bahut bada hone wala tha