Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 9



Uske kuch din baad, jab hum nashta kar rahe the, Mummy ne plate se nazar uthaye bina kaha. 


“Kya tumhare paas Vivek ka phone number hai?” 

Maine chabana band kiya. “Kyun?” 

“Mujhe unse kuch poochna pad sakta hai. Bazaar ke baare mein. Ya agar woh shahar ja rahe hon. Bas practical baatein.” 

“Tum seedha ja sakti ho. Woh do ghar door rehte hain.” 

“Kabhi-kabhi call karna aasaan hota hai.” 

“Kya yeh dosti ke baare mein hai?” 

Unhone chhoti, savdhaan sar hilayi. “Haan. Unhone takhne aur groceries mein madad ki hai. Yeh bas shista charan hai.” 

Mujhe pata tha yeh sirf shista charan nahi hai. Unki ungliyan tablecloth ke kinare ko masal rahi thin, bata raha tha woh kuch aur soch rahi hain. Phir bhi maine kaagaz ka tukda liya, number saaf likha, aur unki taraf ghuska diya. 

Unhone use do baar fold kiya aur blouse ki jeb mein daal diya jaise woh cheez gayab ho sakti ho. 

Us raat khane ke baad main chup raha. Jab woh apne bedroom mein gayin to main kuch minute intezar karta raha, phir bina awaaz ke corridor se chala aur us jagah khada hua jahan se aadhe khule darwaze se dikh sake. 

Woh bed ke kinare baithi thin usi lilac saree mein, chhota fold kiya hua kaagaz haathon mein. Woh us kaagaz ko bahut lambi der tak dekh rahi thin. Unke dimag mein sau-sau vichar daud rahe the. 








Unhone use kai baar ulat-pulat kiya. Unka angutha numberon par phira. Woh side table par rakhe phone ko lambi der ghoor rahi thin, saaf khud se jhagda kar rahi thin. 

Ek baar unhone kaagaz neeche rakha aur uthi jaise faisla kar liya na karne ka. Phir phir se baithin, use uthaya, aur dheere-dheere number type kiya. 

Maine dekha unhone call button dabaya. 

Woh unhe kehna chahti thin ki ruk jaayein. Yeh kehna chahti thin ki unki panty ke saath jo kiya woh galat tha, unhe kabhi unke bedroom mein nahi aana chahiye, towel wala waqya bhool jana chahiye. 

Yahi wajah thi unhone number maanga. Unhe line kheenchna tha. Phir bhi jab phone unke kaan se bajne laga, unka doosra haath gale par tha aur saans sthir nahi thi. 

Wahi aurat jo shock mein muh dhak leti thi ab us aadmi ko call kar rahi thi jisne yeh sab kiya, aur main dekh sakta tha ki jo line woh kheenchna chahti thin woh pehle se hi usse patli thi jise woh maan ne ko taiyar thin. Raat mein unhone unhe call kiya. 

Mummy: Vivek, mujhe chahiye tum dhyan se suno kyunki main tumse jhagda karne call nahi kar rahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Yeh ummeed bhari shuruat hai, Shobha. Aam taur par jab tum aisi awaaz mein call karti ho to mujhe lecture milne wala hota hai. 

Mummy: Shayad tumhe chahiye. 

Uncle Vivek: Shayad. Khaas kar tumhari jaisi sundar aurat se. Lekin tum bahut serious lag rahi ho. 

Mummy: Main serious hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: To main apna poora dhyan dunga. 

Mummy: Accha. Kyunki main sun rahi hoon tum mere baare mein kya keh rahe ho. 

Uncle Vivek: Mere akele hone ke baare mein? 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: Aur? 

Mummy: Aur yeh sach nahi hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Tumne bahut jaldi jawab diya. 

Mummy: Kyunki yeh kehna hi bekaar hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Kya? 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum nahi sochti aajkal tum akele lag rahi ho? 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Thoda bhi nahi? 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum hichkichi. 

Mummy: Nahi hichi. 

Uncle Vivek: Bilkul hichi. 

Mummy: Vivek, main nahi dungi tum isko apne khelon mein badalne. 

Uncle Vivek: Main sirf sawal pooch raha hoon. 

Mummy: Tum hamesha yahi kehte ho usse pehle ki mujhe chhedna shuru karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Shayad mujhe maza aata hai dekhna tum kitni jaldi naraz hoti ho. 

Mummy: Yahi to meri baat hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum isko dilchasp bana deti ho. 

Mummy: Main serious baat karne ki koshish kar rahi hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: To karo. 

Mummy: Mujhe nahi chahiye tum mere feelings diagnose karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Main kuch diagnose nahi kar raha tha. Main observe kar raha tha. 

Mummy: Tum nahi jaante meri zindagi mein kya ho raha hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Shayad sab nahi. 

Mummy: Bilkul. 

Uncle Vivek: Lekin main cheezein notice karta hoon. 

Mummy: Aur kabhi-kabhi tum aisi cheezein notice karte ho jo hain hi nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Kabhi-kabhi main aisi cheezein notice karta hoon jo tum khud nahi notice karti. 

Mummy: Yeh unhi mein se ek hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Agar tum aisa kehti ho. 

Mummy: Main aisa kehti hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum bahut determined lag rahi ho. 

Mummy: Kyunki main hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Yeh tumhari impressive qualities mein se ek hai. 

Mummy: Mujhe flirt mat karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Mujhe nahi pata tha mujhe tumhari taarif karne ke liye ijazat chahiye. 

Mummy: Tum jaante ho mera matlab. 

Uncle Vivek: Main bilkul jaanta hoon. 

Mummy: To ruk jaao. 

Uncle Vivek: Main koshish karunga. Lekin mushkil hai khaas kar tumhari jaisi rani ke liye. 

Mummy: “Koshish”? 

Uncle Vivek: Maine kaha main koshish karunga. 

Mummy: Vivek. 

Uncle Vivek: Theek hai, theek hai. Jari rakho. 

Mummy: Mainne call karne ki ek mukhya wajah hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Mujhe shak tha. 

Mummy: Tumhe meri cheezon mein ghusna band karna hoga. 

Uncle Vivek: Yeh bahut zyada serious ilzaam hai. 

Mummy: Main ilzaam nahi laga rahi. Main keh rahi hoon band karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Aur tumhe kya lagta hai main kar raha hoon? 

Mummy: Mujhe explain mat karwao. 

Uncle Vivek: Main sach mein utsuk hoon. 

Mummy: Kyunki main jaanti hoon maine kya notice kiya. 

Uncle Vivek: Aur tum pakki ho? 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: Matlab main tumhari underwear ki khushbu le raha tha? Tum bahut pakki lag rahi ho. 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: Theek. Main samajhta hoon tum kyun naraz ho. 

Mummy: Kya? 

Uncle Vivek: Bilkul. 

Mummy: To joke mat banao. 

Uncle Vivek: Mainne koi nahi banaya. 

Mummy: Tum banane wale the. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum mujhe bahut acchi tarah jaanti ho. 

Mummy: Badkismati se. 

Uncle Vivek: Mujhe “yaadgar” pasand hai. 

Mummy: Tum namumkin ho. 






Uncle Vivek: Aur phir bhi tumne mujhe call kiya. 

Mummy: Kyunki main yeh saaf karna chahti thi. 

Uncle Vivek: Natural. 

Mummy: Isliye nahi ki main tumse baat karna chahti thi. 

Uncle Vivek: Yeh thoda sakht hai. 

Mummy: Yeh sach hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Agar tumhe yeh khud se kehna hai. 

Mummy: Vivek! 

Uncle Vivek: Main chhed raha hoon. 

Mummy: Mujhe chhedna band karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum sach mein nafrat karti ho maan ne se ki main tumhari jild ke neeche utar gaya. 

Mummy: Mujhe kuch maan na nahi hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Bilkul nahi. 

Mummy: Mera matlab hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Pata hai. 

Mummy: To tum kyun muskura rahe ho? 

 

Uncle Vivek: Kyunki jab tum naraz hoti ho to tum predictable ho. 

Mummy: Main predictable nahi hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Ho. 

Mummy: Kaise? 

Uncle Vivek: Tum tez bolne lagti ho. 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Haan. 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Aur phir tum israr karne lagti ho ki tum naraz nahi ho. 

Mummy: Main naraz hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Bilkul. 

Mummy: Tum iska maza le rahe ho. 

Uncle Vivek: Thoda. 

Mummy: Tum namumkin ho. 

Uncle Vivek: Tumne yeh pehle bhi kaha hai. 

Mummy: Kyunki yeh sach hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Yaad hai us dopahar jab main naha raha tha? 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Yaad hai. 

Mummy: Yaad hai tum naha rahe the. 

Uncle Vivek: Aur tum mere liye towel laayi thin. 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum andar aayi, mujhe dekha, ek second ke liye ruk gayi— 

Mummy: Main nahi ruki. 

Uncle Vivek: Bilkul ruki. 

Mummy: Main hairan hui thi. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum aisi lag rahi thin jaise bhool gayi ho kya kehne wali thin. 

Mummy: Kyunki mainne ummeed nahi ki thi tum us haalat mein hoge. 

Uncle Vivek: Mujhe tumhare chehre ka nazaara yaad hai. 

Mummy: Shuru mat karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Main sirf yaad kar raha hoon. 

Mummy: Tum jaan-bujhkar mujhe sharminda kar rahe ho. 

Uncle Vivek: Shayad mujhe yaad dilane mein maza aata hai un palon ka jab tum ab jitni composed nahi thin. Shayad tumne kuch bada dekha tha, hai na? 

Mummy: Main poori tarah composed thi. 

Uncle Vivek: Natural. 

Mummy: Thi. 

Uncle Vivek: Agar tum aisa kehti ho. 

Mummy: Yeh kehna band karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Kya? 

Mummy: “Agar tum aisa kehti ho.” Tum aise kehte ho jaise mujhe vishwas nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Shayad nahi. 

Mummy: Vivek— 

Uncle Vivek: Phir se. 

Mummy: Kya? 

Uncle Vivek: Woh tone. 

Mummy: Main bhaari saans le rahi hoon kyunki main frustrated ho rahi hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Maine notice kiya. 

Mummy: Uspar comment mat karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Main sirf poochne wala tha ki tum theek ho. 

Mummy: Main theek hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Sure? 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: To main ruk jaunga. 

Mummy: Accha. 

Uncle Vivek: Abhi ke liye. 

Mummy: Vivek! 

Uncle Vivek: Kya? Tum jaanti ho main rok nahi sakta. 

Mummy: Yeh baat khatm. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum call kaat rahi ho? 

Mummy: Haan. 

(Line dead ho gayi. Maine suna unhone phone jor se rakha. Jab main shaanti se unke kamre ke darwaze par gaya to woh bed ke kinare baithi thin, jabda sakht, aankhein gusse se bhari, ek haath chhati par dabaya hua jaise saans ko normal dhakel rahi hon.) 

Woh phone ko lagbhag poora ek minute ghoor rahi thin. Phir use uthaya aur phir se dial kiya. 

Call connect hua. Kai second tak sirf awaaz thi. 

Geeli. Rhythmic. Jild par jild. Sthir aur bina jaldi. Phir ek geehri, control wali saans jo baat-cheet ki nahi thi. 

Mummy: Vivek ji…? 

Awaaz jaari rahi. Ab kareeb, jaise phone source ke bilkul paas rakh diya gaya ho. 

Mummy: Vivek ji, jawab do. 

Abhi bhi sirf naram, geeli stroke aur unki shaant saans. Jaise woh hasthmaithun kar rahe hon. 

Mummy: Mujhe pata hai tum kya kar rahe ho. Band karo. Yeh koi joke nahi. 

Unki apni saans bhi uthne lagi, us raftaar se milti hui jo woh sun rahi thin. 

Mummy: Vivek… please. Main jo keh rahi thi use khatm karne call ki thi. Iske liye nahi. 

Stroke nahi ruka. Woh poori tarah chup rahe, apne lund par haath ki awaaz line bharne de rahe. 

Mummy: Main sun rahi hoon. Samajh rahe ho? Main sab sun rahi hoon. 

Unki awaaz patli ho gayi. Gussa abhi bhi tha, lekin shabdon ke beech wahi asamaan saans thi jo pehle thi, ab aur tezi se. 

Mummy: Kuch kaho. Kaho ki tum meri undergarments chhuna band karoge. Kaho ki tum mujhse aise baat nahi karoge. 

Sirf geeli rhythm ne jawab diya. Sthir. Bina sharm. Itna kareeb ki unki mutthi ka har hilna saaf tha. 

Mummy: Vivek… 

Unhone unka naam ek baar aur kaha, naram, aur phir line par hi rahi, sunte hue, unki saans andhere mein uth-gir rahi jab woh kuch nahi bole. 

Uncle Vivek: Inhi dino mein se kisi din, tumhare pati ke wapas aane se pehle, main tumhe chodunga. 

Mummy: Kya? Tum mujhse aise kaise keh sakte ho. Aisa mat kaho. 

Uncle Vivek: Main kahunga. Ghar shaant hoga. Tum darwaza khol dogi. 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Khol dogi. Tumhara ek hissa pehle se jaanta hai. 

(Maine dekha meri Mummy apne aap ko chhune lagi thin, mujhe apni aankhon par yakeen nahi hua) 








Mummy: Main shaadi-shuda hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Pata hai. Yeh nahi badalta jo main chahta hoon.