Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 7




Woh unhe bedroom nahi le gaye. Unhone kaha ki woh sitting room mein hi rehna chahengi, bedroom bahut niji lagta hai, abhi bhi sirf unke aur Papa ka hi jagah. 

Uncle ne koi bahas nahi ki. Unhone bas sar hilaya, unhe sofa par baithaya, aur kaha ki pet ke bal let jaayein taaki woh unki takhne ke aas-paas bandage usi tarah baandh sakein jaise doctor ne dikhaya tha. 

Woh fail gayin, peeli saree hilti hui, unki gaand ka bhaari golai thoda oopar uthte hue jaise woh settle hui. 

Kapda dono gaalon par tight khich gaya. Woh sofa ke end par ghutnon ke bal baith gaye aur patli bandage unki neeche ki pindli aur takhne ke aas-paas lapetne lage, ungliyan dheere kaam karti hui. 







Main kuch foot door khada tha aur rok nahi paya. Main hansa. 

“Phir se, Mummy? Tumne pichhle hafte bhi usi stool se pair takraya tha.” 

Unhone sar ghumaaya, chehra gaddi ke khilaaf aadha chhupa. “Unhe yeh mat batana.” 

“Unhe pehle se pata hai,” maine kaha. “Uncle, woh har doosre din yahi karti hain. Hamesha wahi drawer, hamesha wahi kona.” 

Uncle bandage se oopar dekhe aur muskuraye. “Kya yeh sach hai, Shobha-ji? Aap hamesha usi takhne ko chot pahunchati hain?” 

Mummy ki awaaz chhoti aayi. “Har din nahi hota. Stool purana hai. Woh fisalta hai.” 

Main jaari raha. “Pichhle mahine doosra pair tha. Usse pehle bathroom mein girne wali thin. Uncle ko yahin rehna chahiye aur har baar pakadna chahiye.” 

Uncle hansse, geehri awaaz. “Mujhe unhe pakadne mein koi dikkat nahi.” Unhone bandage ek aur ghumaya. “Mujhse behtar floor se.” 

Mummy ne ek shaant, sharmindagi bhari awaaz ki. “Tum dono ruk jao. Yeh hasi ki baat nahi.” 

“Thodi to hasi ki hai,” maine kaha. “Ghar mein sirf tumhi ho jo furniture se ladti ho aur haar jaati ho.” 

Uncle meri taraf dekhe, abhi bhi muskurate hue. “Woh ziddi hain. Mainne dekha hai. Takhna soojha hua hone par bhi woh pakana-safai karna chahti hain jaise kuch hua hi na ho.” 

“Woh aisi hi hain,” maine jawab diya. “Papa unhe yahi kehte the. Woh kabhi nahi sunti.” 

Woh kaam karte hue baat karte rahe. Main unke haathon ko kapde aur unki pindli ki jild par hilte dekhta raha. Har baar jab woh aaram ke liye hilti thin saree thodi oopar uth jaati aur unki gaand ka poora, gol bojh aur saaf ho jaata. 

Uncle ki aankhein wahan ek se zyada baar giri. Unhone chhupaya nahi. Woh usi tarah ghoore jaise apne ghar ke posters ko ghoorte hain, jaise Holi ki aag ke paar unhe ghoora tha. Mummy ko yeh khulasa mehsoos hua hoga. 

Unhone ek haath se pallu neeche kheenchne ki koshish ki taaki gaand chhupaye, lekin pet ke bal hone se mushkil hua. Peela kapda dono gaalon par tan kar raha, laal kinara unke beech ki silwat ko frame karta. 

Tabhi Uncle ki nazar unke shareer se ek second ke liye hati aur mujh par padi. Unhone mere patloon ka ubhaar dekha, mera lund sakht ho gaya tha. Main unki gaand dekh raha tha jab woh bandage baandh rahe the, aur mere shareer ne waisa hi reaction diya jaise us raat jab main un dono ke baare mein soch kar khatm hua tha. 

Bechaini turant aur gehri ho gayi. Usi pal maine unke patloon ke saamne bhi waisa hi ridge dekha. Woh bhi sakht the. Bilkul. Woh usi bhaari, satin-dhaki gaand ko dekh rahe the, usi aurat ko jise unhone pehle hi chode jaane ka faisla kar liya tha. 

Mummy, abhi bhi munh neeche, kuch mehsoos kar gayi hongi. Unhone sar thoda uthaya aur mujhse unki taraf, phir wapas dekha, unka chehra bhramit, jaise samajh nahi aa raha ki mere aur Uncle Vivek ke beech us shaant second mein kya guzra. 

Hum dono seedhe hue. Uncle ne gale saaf kiya aur bandage par wapas aa gaye. Maine haath jebon mein daal diye aur deewar dekhne laga. Unhone aakhri gaanth baandhi, phir seedhe uthne ki jagah, unki gaand ke sabse oonche golai par apni hatheli rakh di aur ek mazboot, pakka thapki di, jaise koi aadmi ghode ya furniture ko thapki de jise usne abhi kaam khatm kiya ho. 








Awaaz naram lekin saaf thi. Unka haath zarurat se thoda zyada raha, ungliyan peele kapde par faili, neeche ke maans ki garmi aur narmi mehsoos karti hui. 

Mummy nahi hili. Unhone kuch nahi kaha. Unhone hataya nahi. Lekin mujhe unke kandhon ka tanaav pata tha, unki ungliyon ka sofa ki gaddi mein simatna. Unhe unki gaand par aise haath lagna pasand nahi aaya. Yeh pehli baar tha kisi doosre aadmi ne unke us hisse ko chhua. 

Pehli baar Papa ke alawa kisi ne unki gaand par haath rakha. Yeh jaankari mere seene mein garmi ki tarah baithi. Maine use neeche jaate mehsoos kiya, wahi gandi garmi jo pichhli raat mujhe jhalne par majboor ki thi. 

Us din se Uncle har dopahar ghar aane lage. Woh khane ke baad kisi bahane se aate—akelapan mehsoos hona, Papa ke chhode zameen ke kaagazon ka sawal, bazaar se mithai ka packet. 

Woh Mummy ke saath groceries ke liye jaane lage. Main unhe gali mein saath chalte dekhta, dono sabzi aur phal ke plastic bags uthaye, woh halki neeli saree mein jo hips se chipakti, woh safed shirt mein sleeves lapete hue. 








Woh bina pooche bhaari bags le lete. Woh pyaaz ke daam ya dukandaar ke hamesha kharab tamatar dene ki chhoti si joke karte, aur chahe woh rokne ki koshish karti, has padti. 

Awaaz pehle himmati se aati, phir aasaan. 

Shuru mein unhe yeh lagataar maujoodgi pasand nahi thi. Woh kitchen mein dheemi awaaz mein mujhe kehti ki Uncle Vivek bahut baar aa rahe hain, log baat karenge. Lekin unhone jab woh fisli to madad ki thi. 

Unhone bandage theek se baandha. Unhone bhaari chawal ka bor seedhiyon par uthaya jab unki takhna abhi dard karti thi. Dheere-dheere virodh patla hota gaya. Woh unhe accha insaan, kaam ka insaan dekhne lagi, koi jo Papa ke na hone par khali ghanton ko bhar deta. 

Kuch din baad, Uncle Vivek aur main unke ghar mein the. Unhone us pal ki baat uthayi jab unhone us din mera sakht dekha tha. 

Main: Tum tab se muskura rahe ho jab se main baitha. 

Uncle: (cigarette jalate hue, sofa par peeche jhukte) Main us dopahar ko yaad kar raha tha. Jab tumhari Mummy ka pair chot lag gayi. 

Main: (farsh dekhte hue) Tum woh kyun uthaye ja rahe ho? 

Uncle: Kyunki woh mere dimag mein reh gaya. Woh cot par pet ke bal leti hui thin, saree ghutnon tak uthaya hua taaki main bandage baandh sakun. Tum wahi khade the. 

Main: Main iske baare mein baat nahi karna chahta. 

Uncle: Kyun? Us din bhi tum chup ho gaye the. 

Main: Ajeeb laga. Bas itna. 

Uncle: Kaise ajeeb? Tumhara lund khada tha, beta. Mainne tumhare patloon ka ubhaar saaf dekha. Tum aise hil rahe the jaise haath rakhne ki jagah nahi mil rahi. 

Main: (bechain) Woh nahi— main bas wahan khada tha. 

Uncle: Ab jhoot mat bolo. Hum ek doosre se bahut kuch keh chuke hain. Tumhara lund kyun khada hua? 

Main: Mujhe nahi pata. Shayad garmi. Shayad main bechain tha. 

Uncle: Bechain? Tum unhe ghoor rahe the poora waqt jab woh munh neeche thin. 

Main: Main nahi ghoor raha tha. 

Uncle: Ghoor rahe the. Aur maine aur kuch dekha. Tumne mujhe dekha. Mere patloon ko. Tumne dekha main bhi sakht tha. 

(Main kuch second chup rehta hoon. Fan dhuen ko dheere hilata hai humare beech.) 

Main: Mera irada nahi tha dekhne ka. 

Uncle: Pata hai. Phir bhi ho gaya. Tum jaante ho main kyun aisa tha, hai na? 

Main: …Kyun? 

Uncle: Kyunki tumhari Mummy ki badi gaand ki wajah se. Woh pet ke bal leti hui thin, patle kapde ke neeche woh bhaari gol aakar, jo bina koshish ke bhi oopar baitha tha. Main dekhne se nahi rok paya. Jab main unke saath bazaar jaata hoon to unki badi gaand ka hilna mera lund bada kar deta hai. 








Main: Uncle Vivek..... 

Uncle: Mujhe ummeed hai tum ise buri baat nahi samajhte. Main tumse imandaari se keh raha hoon. Aisi aurat ka shareer anumati nahi maangta. Woh bas woh karta hai jo karta hai. 

Main: Main samajhta hoon. Sach mein. 

Uncle: Kya? To batao us din tumhara asal wajah kya tha jo tum sakht hue. 

Main: (ruk kar) Wahi wajah. Maine bhi dekha. Jab woh pet ke bal thin… unki gaand wahi thi. Badi. Naram-si. Kapda thoda chipka hua. Main notice kiye bina nahi reh paya. 

Uncle: (chhoti, geehri hanssi) Dekha? Yahi to meri baat hai. 

Main: Yeh hasi ki baat nahi. 

Uncle: Thodi to hai. Do aadmi ek kamre mein, dono khade hue apne lund patloon se dhakel rahe kyunki ek shaadi-shuda aurat pet ke bal leti hui hai. Apne bete ke saamne bhi. 

Main: Aise mat kaho. 

Uncle: Kyun nahi? Yeh sach hai. Tumhari Mummy ka shareer takatwar hai, beta. Sirf yahi shabd hai. Unhe koshish bhi nahi karni padti. Woh chalti hain, jhukti hain, bandage baandhne ke liye let jaati hain, aur aadmi control kho dete hain. Pati, padosi, apna beta tak. 

Main: Tum unke baare mein aise baat karte ho jaise woh insaan nahi. 

Uncle: Main us shareer ke baare mein baat kar raha hoon jo logon ke saath karta hai. Tumne khud dekha hai ab, unki badi chuchiyaan bhi. Holi mein, nashta mein, us din bathroom mein, aur us cot par. Har baar wahi. 

Main: Bathroom alag tha. 

Uncle: Kya? Unhone wohi dekha jo dekha. Aur tum jaante the main chahta tha woh dekhein. 

Main: (shaant) Haan. 

Uncle: Yahi unki taaqat hai. Woh ek aadmi ko sirf usi kamre mein hone se sakht kar sakti hain. Apne bete ko bhi sakht kar sakti hain bina jaane ki woh kar rahi hain. Yeh aam nahi hai. 

(Hum dono ek pal chup ho jaate hain. Phir woh chhoti hanssi nikalte hain aur main bhi has padta hoon, chhoti aur bechain.) 

Main: Yeh paagalpan hai. 

Uncle: (dhuen chhodte hue, halki muskaan) Accha. Kam se kam ab hum iske baare mein imandaar hain. 

Woh shaamon ko saamne ke darwaze ke paas do plastic kursiyon par baithne lage. Woh safed baniyan mein aate, wahi jo ghar par pehnte, aur unhe ab unki nangi baahon aur chhati ke kaale baalon ka nazaara bechain nahi karta tha. 

Woh aam baatein karte—garmi, doodh ka daam, koi door-darshan serial jo unhe pasand tha. Main seedhiyon par baith kar sunta. 







Mujhe pata tha woh kya chahte hain. Har baar jab woh unhe dekhte main dekhta. Wahi nazar jo aag ke paas thi, jo us pal thi jab unhone unki tasveer pakdi thi, jo us second thi jab unhone unki gaand par thapki di thi. 

Woh meri Mummy ko itna chodna chahte the. Main sochta Mummy maanti hain ki woh sirf meherbani kar rahe hain, ek akela kunwara aadmi jo sangat aur ghar ke khane ka maza leta hai. Main sochta woh khud se kehti hain yeh dhyan nirleh hai kyunki woh unke saamne kabhi khuleaam gandi baat nahi karte. 

Yahi main khud se kehta tha ki woh sochti hain. 

Jab woh andar chai banane jaati, Uncle aur main bahar rehte aur baat badal jaati. 

“Woh mujhe aadi ho rahi hain,” unhone ek shaam kaha, cigarette jalate hue. 

“Haan,” maine jawab diya. 

“Shareer to mere dimag mein pehle se mera hai. Bas baaki unka hissa catch up kare.” 

“Tum ab bhi sochte ho woh maan jaayengi?” 

“Har aurat aakhir mein maan jaati hai. Tumne woh film dekhi hain jo mainne di thin. Tum jaante ho kaise hota hai. Woh bhookhi hain. Unke pati do hafte ke liye gaye hain aur yahan hone par bhi kabhi unhe santusht nahi karte the. Main un par mehsoos kar sakta hoon.” 

Main chahta tha woh meri Mummy ko chodein. Tasveerein pehle se jadd pakad chuki thin. Main jaanna chahta tha woh unke neeche kaisi dikhengi, kya woh wahi dikhawa wali awaazein karengi ya asli. Uske saath-saath main taiyar nahi tha kamre mein khade ho kar yeh hote dekhne ke liye. 

Yeh isko us tarah asal bana dega jise main wapas nahi le sakta. Iska matlab hoga maine maan liya ki meri Mummy mere Papa se dhokha kar rahi hain. 

Videoyon ne pehle hi unhe dekhne ka mera tarika bigad diya tha; mujhe nahi pata tha main agla kadam uthakar ise apni aankhon se dekh sakta hoon ya nahi. 

Us raat khane ke baad hum teeno sofa par baithe. Mummy ne halki neeli lilac saree pehni thi chhote chandi ke bindiyon ke saath. Woh chehra door-darshan ki taraf rakhe rahi, Uncle ko seedha kabhi nahi dekha. 

Woh unse bazaar ke baare mein, kisi padosi ki beti ki shaadi ke baare mein, aam jumle kehte. Woh chhote, shistachar wale shabdon mein jawab deti. Plate saaf hone ke baad woh uthe aur kaha jaane se pehle bathroom jaayenge. 







Mujhe pata tha woh kya karne ja rahe hain. Mainne dekha tha unki aankhein unka peecha kaise kar rahi thin jab woh kitchen gayi. Mainne wahi bhook dekhi thi jo woh vaishyaayon aur unki chhodi panty ke baare mein baat karte waqt dikhate hain. 

Das minute guzar gaye. Phir pandrah. Mummy ne ghadi dekh kar bhaun tedhi ki. 

“Yeh itni der kyon laga rahe hain? Jaao dekho sab theek hai ya nahi.” 

Main chhote corridor se chala. Mehmaan bathroom ka darwaza khula tha aur khali. 

Maine doosra toilet check kiya. Khali. Main aage badha, apne kamre se guzra, aur apne Papa-Mummy ke bedroom ke darwaze par ruka. Darwaza poora band nahi tha. Main andar jhuk kar dekha. 

Uncle bed ke paas khade the apne safed baniyan mein, woh peeli satin ki na-dhoi panty jo maine us subah Mummy ko pehnte dekhi thi, unke chehre se sata hui. 

Unki aankhein band thin aur woh dheere saans le rahe the, usi tarah jaise main unke ghar mein doosri auraton ki chhodi panty ki khushbu leta tha. Kapda dono haathon mein sikuda hua tha. Woh poori tarah doobe hue dikhte the. 

Main muskuraya. Wahi gandi garmi phir se uthne lagi. 

Main sitting room wapas aaya. Maine jhoot banaya kyunki main chahta tha meri Mummy unhe unki gandi na-dhoi panty ki khushbu lete dekhe. 

“Uncle aapko bula rahe hain,” maine unhe kaha. “Woh aapke bedroom mein hain. Unhone kaha kuch dikhana hai.” 

Unhone ajeeb nazar se dekha. “Mere bedroom mein? Woh wahan kyun gaye?” 

“Mujhe nahi pata. Unhone bas kaha aapko bulao.” 

Woh hichkichi. Unki ungliyan halki neeli lilac saree ke pallu ko masal rahi thin. 

Woh dheere uthi, abhi sochti, abhi anishchit, aur hallway mein chali. 

Maine unhe wahan rukte dekha, ek haath deewar par, chehra thoda neeche muda jaise khud se jhagda kar rahi hon aage badhein ya nahi. Phir woh aage badhin, bedroom ka darwaza tak pahunchin, aur use dhakel diya. 

“Vivek-ji?” unhone pukara. “Aapne mujhe bulaya?” 

Woh ruk gayin. 

Woh abhi bhi wahan khade the, peeli panty unke haathon mein, kapda abhi bhi unke muh ke kareeb. 

Ek lambe second tak koi nahi hila. Unke haath uth kar muh dhakne lage. Unki aankhein chaudi ho gayin. 

Woh ek doosre ko poori hairani mein ghoorne lage, bedroom ke lamp ne scene par garam roshni daali, peela kapda unke safed baniyan ke khilaaf chamakta, unki lilac saree darwaze par kaanpti hui.