Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 6



Ghar wapas aane par packing bedroom ke aam peele roshni ke neeche jari rahi. Papa shirts ko usi savdhaani se fold kar rahe the jaise koi aadmi pehle se do hafte door rehne ka bojh mehsoos kar raha ho. 


Maine unhe moze, zameen ke kaagazon ka chhota leather folder, aur reading glasses ka extra joda diya. 

Mummy kamron ke beech ghoom-ghoom kar chai laati thin aur unhe blood-pressure ki goliyon ki yaad dilati thin. Rasoi se pyaaz aur jeere ke talne ki mahak aa rahi thi, garam aur jaani-pehchani. 

Main ek pal ke liye darwaze par khada hua aur andar dekha. Woh chulhe ke paas khadi thin, ek tight purple satin dress mein jo har curve se chipki hui thi. Patli straps unke kandhon mein thodi dab rahi thin. 

Kapda unki bhaari chuchiyon par tan kar phir unki gaand ke dramatic ubhaar par girta tha, jahan sabse zyada khichta wahan satin chamakta. Unke lambe kaale baal, naram blonde roshniyon se rangin, peeth par latakte the. 

Woh dheere, aadat se ek bartan hila rahi thin, har baar ghumne par dress hilti aur chamakti. Kyunki Papa poore do hafte ke liye bahar ja rahe the, soch bina kisi warning ke aa gayi. 

Wahi shareer Uncle ke neeche, wahi purple satin oopar dhakela hua, wahi bhaari chuchiyaan azaad, wahi dominating gaand us tarah jhuki hui jaise DVD ki auratein jhukti thin. 








Main ghoorta raha. Jab woh neeche jhuk kar namak ke liye bottom drawer kholne lagi to dress oopar uth gayi aur unki full round gaand ka bojh patle kapde se dhakelne laga. Main nazar nahi hata paya. 

Papa ki awaaz kitchen ke darwaze se kaat kar aayi. 

“Tum kya ghoor rahe ho? Aao suitcase mein madad karo. Zipper phir atak gaya hai.” 

Maine palkein jhapkayi, chehre mein garmi uthne lagi. “Kuch nahi. Bas… khane ki mahak.” 

“Phir wahan murti ki tarah khade mat raho aur yeh trousers pack karo. Main subah paanch baje nikal raha hoon.” 

Main bedroom wapas aaya aur haathon ko kapdon par majboor kiya. Purple satin aur jhuke aakar ki tasveer humare bags band karne aur tickets check karne ke poore waqt meri aankhon ke peeche rahi. 

Us raat ghar aam si shaanti mein sama gaya. Main apne bed par darwaza band karke leta, aur Uncle ki ek DVD player mein daali. Film mein ek sundar, bhari shareer wali aurat ko ek mazboot, mote kandhon wale aadmi le raha tha. 

Woh usko sakhti se chod raha tha, hips peeche kheenchta, failata, bharta jab woh karah rahi thi. Turant hi chehre badal gaye mere dimag mein. 

Aurat meri Mummy ban gayi. Aadmi Uncle ban gaya. Maine tasveeron ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin woh rahi. DVD aur Uncle ki baaton ne jo neeche wale vichar mere andar baithaye the unke bawajood bhi, koi ziddi hissa abhi bhi nahi chahta tha meri Mummy ko kisi doosre aadmi ke saath sochna. 

Woh hamesha sirf Papa ki thin. Yeh soch aisi line lagti thi jise kabhi paar nahi karna chahiye. Phir bhi tasveerein aati rahi. Maine haath shorts ke andar daala aur sahlaate hue screen ki chamak dekhta raha. Main hasthmaithun karne laga. 

Fantasy film ki asli awaazon se mil gayi jab tak main apne pet par zor se jhal nahi gaya, saans tez, aankhein band. 

Baad mein sharm bhaari baith gayi. Mainne khud ko saaf kiya aur player band kar diya, khud se kehte hue ki yeh phir nahi hoga. 

Baad mein patli deewar unke bedroom se jaani-pehchani awaazein laayi. Mummy aur Papa sambhog kar rahe the. Gadda chichakta. Papa ke chhote karahte uthte-girte. Mummy naram awaazein karti thin jo sahi waqt par uth ti thin, woh chhote moan jo woh hamesha karti thin. 

Ab mujhe farq pata tha. Woh savdhaan, nap-tol ke, unhe santusht karne ke liye the, khud ke liye nahi. 

Woh phir se dikhawa kar rahi thin, unhe woh ant de rahi thin jo unhe do hafte ke liye jaane se pehle chahiye tha. Jab khatm hua to khamoshi jaldi laut aayi. Woh santusht nahi hui thin. Kabhi nahi hoti thin. 

Subah dhundhli aur jaldi aayi. Papa mere uthne se pehle hi nikal chuke the. Raat ki thakaan haddiyon mein baithi thi. 

Main kitchen mein gaya aur Mummy ko ek chamakti peeli saree mein paaya, geehri laal pallu ke saath. 





Kapda unki kamar aur hips par tightly lapeta hua tha, laal kinara har harkat par unki gaand ke bhaari golai ko frame karta. Unhone chulhe se oopar dekh kar bhaun tedhi ki. 

“Tum thake hue lag rahe ho. Kya bilkul nahi soye?” 

“Zyada nahi,” maine kaha. 

“Tumhare Papa paanch baje nikal gaye. Taxi time par aa gayi. Baitho. Nashta taiyar hai.” 

Unhone mere saamne plate rakhi—toast, ande, poha ka bowl—aur chai daali. 

Jab main kha raha tha maine mobile check kiya. Uncle ke nau missed calls. 

Messages ki ek line poochti thi kya woh nashta ke liye aa sakte hain, kehte the woh pehle se kareeb hain, unke paas kuch zaroori baat hai. Main screen ko lambi der tak dekhta raha, phir Mummy ki taraf dekha. 

Main: Tum jaanti ho… kal raat Holi mein. Tumne bahut accha naacha. 

Mummy: (thodi muskurati hui) Tum dekh rahe the? 

Main: Bilkul. Sab dekh rahe the. Tum… khush lag rahi thin. Safed saree tum par suit karti thi. 

Mummy: Bas sangeet tha. Aur aag. Main saalon se aise nahi naachi. 

Main: Dikha. Tum azaad hil rahi thin. Doosri buain jaisi sakht nahi. 

Mummy: Bas karo. Mujhe sharm aa rahi hai. 

Main: Main serious hoon. Kai log tumhe dekh rahe the. Sirf casually nahi. 

Mummy: Mujhe dekh rahe the? Kyun? 

Main: Kyunki tum alag dikhti thin. Tum kaise ghumti thin, saree kaise hilti thi… logon ne notice kiya. 

Mummy: (dheere se) Tum badha-chadha kar keh rahe ho. 

Main: Nahi. Mainne dekha. 

(Woh mere plate par ek aur paratha rakhti hain, ab zyada chup.) 

Mummy: Shukriya. Arre kal raat, aag bujhne ke baad tum apne dost ke ghar bahut der tak rahe. 

Main: Haan. 

Mummy: Yeh dost kaun hai? Aajkal tum wahan baar-baar jaate ho. 

Main: Uncle Vivek. Do ghar aage wale. 

Mummy: Vivek? Woh lambe jo kabhi-kabhi apne gate par khade hote hain? 

Main: Haan. Wahi. 

Mummy: Main unhe zyada nahi jaanti. Woh colony ke meetings mein kabhi nahi aate. 

Main: Woh apne aap mein rehte hain. Akele. Na biwi, na bacche. Sirf woh us ghar mein. 

Mummy: Akele? Itne saalon se? 

Main: Haan. Woh… shaant hain. Lekin mere saath acche rahe hain. 

Mummy: Aur tum wahan itni der rehte ho? 

Main: Kabhi-kabhi bas baat karte hain. Kal raat unhone kuch poocha. 

Mummy: Kya? 

Main: Unhone poocha kya woh kabhi aa sakte hain. Nashta ke liye. Sirf ek baar. Unhone kaha woh zyada nahi pakaate aur ghar ka khana hamesha waisa hi hota hai. 

Mummy: (ruk kar) Yahan? Hamare ghar? 

Main: Haan. Sirf nashta. Aur kuch nahi. 

Mummy: Mujhe nahi pata, beta. Woh ajanabi hain. Mainne unse kabhi theek se baat bhi nahi ki. 

Main: Woh ajanabi nahi hain. Woh hamare padosi hain. Aur akele hain. Yeh bas shista charan hoga. 

Mummy: Phir bhi… tumhare Papa yahan nahi hain. Yeh thoda… 

Main: Yeh sirf nashta hai, Mummy. Subah ka time. Main poora waqt yahan rahunga. Agar tum nahi chahti to zyada baat nahi karni. Bas jaise mujhe serve karti ho waise unhe. 

Mummy: Agar yeh aadat ban gayi to? 

Main: Nahi banegi. Ek baar. Unhone bas poocha. Agar tum sach mein nahi chahti to main mana kar sakta hoon. 

Mummy: (table par neeche dekhte hue) Mujhe nahi pata kya kahun. 

Main: Haan kaho. Woh bure nahi hain. Aur unhone humein saalon se dekh rakha hai. Yeh kuch ajeeb nahi. 

Mummy: Tum sure ho? 

Main: Sure hoon. Please. 

Mummy: …Theek hai. Unhe bata dena woh aa sakte hain. Lekin sirf ek baar. Aur sirf nashta ke liye. 

Main: Theek. Main bata dunga. 

Mummy: Aur tum poora waqt hamare saath rehna. Kahin mat jaana. 

Main: Rahunga. Promise. 

Maine reply bhej diya. Bees minute baad doorbell baja. Uncle andar aaye, neela shirt aur grey trousers pehne, wahi aasaan muskaan jo logon ke saamne lagate hain. 

Mummy aage aayi. Unhone sitting room ke beech mein haath milaya, unki peeli saree unke geehri kapdon ke khilaaf chamakti, unke kangan naram se khanakte. 

Maine unke hatheliyon ke chhote se sparsh ko dekha aur kal raat wala mila-jula garmi aur bechaini mahsoos ki. 







Main: Woh aa gaye. Main darwaza kholta hoon. 

(Main kholta hoon. Uncle wahan khade hain simple neela shirt aur grey trousers mein, baal abhi thode geele. Woh kal raat se shaant lagte hain, lekin aankhein mere guzarne ke second hi andar chali jaati hain.) 

Main: Mummy, yeh hain Uncle Vivek. Do ghar aage se. 

Mummy: (dining table ke paas khadi, thodi anishchit) Oh… namaste. 

Uncle: Shobha ji. Suprabhat. 

(Woh aage badhte hain aur haath badhate hain. Mummy aadhe second ke liye hichkichati hain—woh aadmiyon se haath nahi milati, door ke rishtedaron se bhi nahi. Phir woh apna haath unke haath mein rakh deti hain.) 

Mummy: Suprabhat… 

(Unki ungliyan unke haath ke aas-paas band ho jaati hain. Woh turant nahi chhodte. Handshake jitna hona chahiye usse lamba chalta hai—teen poore second, phir char. Unka angutha unke haath ke peeche ek baar phisalta hai pehle ki woh aakhir mein chhoden. Main dekhta hoon woh apna haath thoda jaldi kheench leti hain, gaal halka gulabi.) 

Main: (dheere se, zyada tar khud se) Woh kisi se haath nahi milati… 

Uncle: (abhi bhi unhe dekhte hue) Mainne aapko gate se kai baar dekha hai, Shobha ji. Lekin hum kabhi theek se nahi mile. 

Mummy: Haan… main… main aapka chehra pehchanti hoon. Please, baithiye. Nashta taiyar hai. 

(Woh table ki taraf mudti hain. Subah ke liye pehni thin cotton night-saree chhati par halki chipki hai. Uncle ki aankhein ek saaf second ke liye unki chuchiyon ke naram aakar par kapde ke neeche girti hain pehle ki woh unhe phir uthayein aur main unke liye khichi kursi le lein.) 

Uncle: Shukriya. Ghar acchi mahak raha hai. Ghee aur kuch meetha. 

Mummy: Bas simple parathe aur dahi. Kuch khaas nahi. 

Uncle: Simple behtar hai. Main saalon se akele kha raha hoon. Koi bhi ghar ka pakaya hua khaas lagta hai. 

(Woh baithte hain. Jab woh aage jhuk kar unke saamne plate rakhati hain, saree ka neckline bas itna neeche jhuk jaata hai. Unki nazar harkat ka peecha karti hai—unke chuchiyon ke oopar ke golai par, unke beech ki halki chhaya par—pehle ki woh khane par neeche dekhein jaise kuch hua hi na ho.) 

Main: Uncle Vivek zyada nahi pakaate. Isliye maine poocha kya woh aa sakte hain. 

Mummy: (abhi bhi khadi, thodi ghabrai hui) Koi takleef nahi. Theek se khaiye. 

Uncle: Shobha ji, aap bhi baithiye. Khade-khade serve mat kariye jaise main bahar ka mehman hoon. 

Mummy: Theek hai. Main aadi hoon. 

(Woh lamp band karne ke liye mudti hain jo kal raat galti se chala reh gaya tha. Saree unke hips par tan jaati hai jaise woh chalti hain. Uncle unki kamar ke dheere sway aur unki peeche ki full roundness ko lambi der tak dekhte hain, phir chamach uthate hain jaise sirf table dekh rahe hon.) 








Uncle: Aapke bete ne bataya aapne kal raat Holi mein naacha. Aag ke paas. 

Mummy: (wapas baithte hue) Woh bahut baat karte hain. Bas thodi der ke liye tha. 

Uncle: Jahan main khada tha wahan se thoda nahi lag raha tha. Aap bahut azaad hil rahi thin. 

Mummy: (naram hanssi, thodi sharmindagi) Sangeet tez tha. Sab hil rahe the. 

Uncle: Har koi ek jaisa nahi dikhta tha. 

(Woh dheere se kehte hain. Unki aankhein ab unke chehre par hain, lekin jab woh table ke paar meri taraf aur dahi dene ke liye haath badhati hain to phir gir jaati hain. Kapda unki chhati par ek second ke liye tight khich jaata hai. Is baar woh nazar nahi chhupate.) 

Main: Khao, dono. Parathe thande ho jayenge. 

Mummy: Haan… khao. 

Uncle: Shobha ji, khana bahut accha hai. Jo mainne mahinon mein banaya usse behtar. 

Mummy: Aap bas shistachar dikha rahe hain. 








Uncle: Main nahi. Jab aurat apne haathon se pakati hai to swad alag hota hai. Khaas kar koi jo… apne ghar ka dhyan aise rakhti ho jaise aap. 

(Woh turant jawab nahi deti. Aakhir mein woh uske saamne stool par baith jaati hain. Khidki se subah ki roshni unke kandhe aur gardan ki naram line par padti hai. Uncle ki aankhein dheere-dheere wahan jaati hain, phir neeche, unki saans ke uthne-girne par saree ke neeche ek shaant second ke liye rukti hain pehle ki woh wapas apne plate par dekhein.) 

Mummy: Aapka ghar hamesha shaant rehta hai. Main kabhi kisi ko aate-jate nahi dekhti. 

Uncle: Sirf main hoon. Bahut din se. 

Mummy: Kabhi-kabhi khali mehsoos hota hoga. 

Uncle: Hota hai. Isliye aisi subah alag lagti hai. 

(Woh ek aur nip lete hain, lekin unka dhyan baar-baar bhatakta rehta hai—unke ungliyon ka chamach pakadne ka tarika, unke kalai ki chhoti harkat, jab woh thoda aage jhukti hain to unki chuchiyon ka table ke kinare se naram dabna. Kuch tez nahi. Kuch aisa nahi ki woh notice karein. Sirf itna lamba ki main saaf dekh sakun.) 

Main: Aur chai, Uncle? 

Uncle: Haan. Shukriya. 

(Mummy phir uthti hain daalne ke liye. Jab woh karti hain, Uncle ki aankhein unke peeche se poore aakar ka peecha karti hain—patli kamar, patle kapde ke neeche unke hips ka bhaari golai, pallu ka thoda fisalna aur unka jaldi theek karna. Woh tabhi nazar hataate hain jab woh cup le kar wapas mudti hain.) 

Mummy: Yeh lo. 

Uncle: Shobha ji… aane dene ke liye shukriya. 

Mummy: Theek hai. Aap hamare padosi hain. 

Uncle: Phir bhi. Bahut log aise aadmi ko nahi bulate jo akele rehta ho. 

(Woh muskurate hain, chhoti aur savdhaan. Unki nazar is baar unke chehre par rehti hai, lekin uske peeche garmi abhi bhi hai—shaant, control mein, aur bilkul zinda.) 

Mujhe nahi pata tha ki mujhe gussa aana chahiye jaise Uncle Vivek unke shareer ko ghoor rahe the. Mere ek hisse ne uth kar unhe kahin aur dekhne ko kehna chahta tha. 

Doosra hissa, jo posters, panty aur raat ki film se bana tha, bas dekhta raha aur wahi neeche wali garmi mehsoos karta raha jisne mujhe pichhli raat khatm karaya tha. 

Main utha. “Mujhe apne kamre se kuch chahiye.” 

Main chhote corridor se chala, darwaza peeche band kiya, aur intezar kiya. Phir maine kitchen mein ek teekhi awaaz suni aur woh meri Mummy ki awaaz thi. Mujhe nahi pata kya hua. Phir main kitchen ki taraf dauda. 

Sitting room khali tha. Uncle sofa par nahi the. Main kone se muda aur unhe kitchen se saath nikalte dekha. Mummy unke baazu par thodi jhuki hui thin. 

Woh unke kohni aur kamar ke neeche haath pakde the, unhe sambhalte hue jaise woh oonchi shelf ke liye haath badhate waqt fisal gayi hon ya kuch morda ho. Unki peeli saree thodi bigdi hui thi. 

Unka haath zarurat se kai second zyada un par raha. 







Yeh pehli baar tha jab maine kisi doosre aadmi ko meri Mummy ko is tarah pakde dekha—unke bojh ko sambhalte, unki ungliyan unki kamar ke naram maans par, unka shareer balance ke liye unki taraf muda hua. 

Jab unhone mujhe dekha to dono ne oopar dekha. 

“Maine awaaz suni,” maine kaha. “Aap theek hain?” 

Mummy ne chhoti, sharmindagi bhari muskaan di. “Maine masale ke jar ke liye bahut oopar haath badhaya aur stool hil gaya. Uncle ne girne se pehle pakad liya. Kuch nahi.” 

Uncle ka haath aakhir mein unse hata. Woh peeche hat gaye, lekin unki aankhon ka nazar nahi badla tha. Unke haath unki kamar pakde hue the. Mujhe yeh dekhna pasand nahi aaya. 

Wahi nazar jo aag ke paas thi, jo us pal thi jab unhone mere mobile par unki tasveer ghoori thi, jo un lambi minuteon mein thi jab unhone bataya tha ki har aurat ko kaise moda ja sakta hai. 

Woh ab hamare ghar ke andar the, aur Papa chauda din ke liye bahar the. Woh mere paas se guzre lekin woh unhe kahan le ja rahe the?