Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 11



Agli subah ghar mein abhi bhi pichhli raat ka shaant tanaav tha.


Mummy compound ke bahar jhaadu laga rahi thin, usi bhatke hue andaaz mein, unke haath counter ke kinare par zyada der tikte, aankhein kabhi-kabhi us corridor ki taraf bhatakti jo bathroom ki taraf jaata tha.

Maine kam kaha. Mujhe pehle se pata tha kya aane wala hai.







Das baje ke thoda baad mera mobile baja. Uncle ka naam screen par chamka. Main patli balcony par nikla aur uthaya.

“Beta,” unhone kaha, awaaz geehri aur sthir, shabdon ke beech cigarette kheenchne ki awaaz. “Tumhare Papa kal shaam wapas aa rahe hain. Aaj raat hi ek saaf mauka hai jo hamare paas hai.”

Main railing se tik gaya. “Tum plan bataane call kar rahe ho.”

“Main yeh bataane call kar raha hoon ki aaj raat main pehla kadam uthane wala hoon. Ab unke vicharon ke baithne ka intezar nahi. Panty, bathroom, phone call, woh beej pehle se zameen mein hain. Aaj raat main unhe paani dunga.”

“Kaise?”

Unhone dheere saans chhodi. “Main tumhari Mummy ko chodne wala hoon, unhe apni randi banaunga aur unhe maza aayega. Apni zindagi mein pehli baar, woh apne pati ke alawa kisi doosre aadmi ke saath soyengi.”

Main ek pal chup raha. “Tum bahut pakke lag rahe ho.”

“Hoon. Pocho kyun.”

“Itna vishwas kyun hai?”

Doosri taraf naram hanssi aayi, lagbhag pyaar si. “Kyunki maine us doosri call par unhe suna, beta. Unki saans ka har badlav suna. Jab geeli awaazein shuru hui to unki awaaz kaise patli hui. Aur main jaanta hoon aurat kaisi lagti hai jab uska shareer uske muh se jhagda kar raha ho. Tumhari Mummy abhi bhi shabdon se nahi keh rahi hain, lekin unka shareer pehle se kuch aur kehne laga hai. Yahi wajah hai main itna pakka hoon.”

Maine nigala. “Aur bhi hai. Mujhe tumhe kuch bataana hai.”

“Kaho.”

“Us doosri call ke dauran… main unke darwaze ke bahar khada tha. Gap kaafi tha. Maine unhe dekha.”

Unki awaaz tez ho gayi. “Unhe kya karte dekha?”

“Woh tumhe sunte hue apne aap ko chhune lagi thin. Ek haath phone par, doosra saree ke neeche. Unhone rokne ki koshish ki, phir nahi roki. Unki ungliyan usi rhythm mein hil rahi thin jo awaazein tum nikal rahe the, woh apni chut chhu rahi thin. Unhone kabhi call nahi kaati. Bas sunti rahi aur chhuti rahi.”

Kai second tak khamoshi faili. Jab Uncle phir bole to unki awaaz moti, geehri thi. “Tum pakke ho?”

“Maine kapde ke neeche harkat dekhi. Woh chhoti awaazein suni jo phone nahi pakad paya. Woh itni geeli thin ki unki ungliyon ki apni naram, geeli awaazein nikal rahi thin. Woh dheemi awaaz mein tumhara naam leti rahi jaise khud ko rokna chahti hon aur haar rahi hon.”

“Beta…” Unhone lambi saans chhodi. “Tumne sach mein apni Mummy ko yeh karte dekha jab main line par tha.”

“Haan.”

“Aur tum wahan khade dekhte rahe.”

“Haan.”

Phir ek lamba rukav. “Mainne asal mein yahi socha tha. Socha tha woh itni naraz hongi ki phone patak dengi aur naraz hi rahengi. Nahi socha tha woh apne hi haath ke liye taangein kholengi jab meri awaaz sun rahi hongi. Yeh sab kuch ka tapman badal deta hai.”

“Woh poora waqt isse lad rahi thin. Chehra laal, aankhein band, khali haath bedsheet itni sakhti se pakde ki knuckles safed ho gaye. Lekin unhone nahi roka.”

“Bilkul nahi rokta.” Uncle ki awaaz mein geehri santushti thi. “Jab aurat woh dekh leti hai jo bathroom mein dekha aur woh mahak le leti hai jo apni hi panty par thi, shareer apne faisle lene lagta hai. Dimag jitna chillaye. Shareer pehle vote de chuka hota hai.”

Hum ek pal line par chup rahe, dono wahi tasveer ulat-pulat karte.

“Ek aur baat karni chahiye,” maine kaha.

“Kya?”

“Jab tum nahi hote to woh tumhare baare mein kaise poochti hain. Chhote sawal. Kya tumne theek se khaya. Kyun akele rehte ho. Phir khud ko pakad leti hain aur topic badal deti hain. Pichhle hafte unhone tumhari ek shirt istri ki jo galti se yahan reh gayi thi aur itni savdhaani se fold ki jaise baad ke liye rakh rahi hon.”

Uncle ne pehchan ki geehri awaaz nikaali. “Woh pehle se fantasy ke aadhe andar hain. Bas muh se abhi maana nahi. Yeh kaam ka hai. Aaj raat main unhe pehle shareer se manwaunga. Shabdon ka baad mein aana hai.”

“Tum ab bhi aise lag rahe ho jaise intezar nahi ho raha.”

“Nahi ho raha. Doosri call khatm hone ke baad se iske soch mein sakht hoon. Unhe us bathroom ki bhaap mein khade dekhta rehta hoon, aankhein chaudi, mere lund ko aise ghoorte jaise nazar hataana chahti hon lekin nahi hata pa rahi. Unki saans ka atakna sunta hoon jab maine kaha unke pati ke aane se pehle unhe chodunga. Aaj raat main woh wada unke andar rakhunga. Main tumhare ghar chalunga, unhe dhoondunga, aur woh lunga jiska Holi se intezar kar raha hoon.”

Mera muh sukha laga. “Shuru kaise karoge?”

“Unhe deewar banane ka time nahi dunga. Woh sochenge se pehle ghar ke andar ho jaunga. Unhe sitting room ya kitchen mein paunga. Ijazat nahi maangunga. Haath un par usi tarah rakhunga jaisa us din se chahta hoon jab woh safed saree unke hips par hilti dekhi.”

Maine sar hilaya chahe woh dekh nahi sakte the. “Tumhe andar aane ka rasta chahiye hoga.”

“Haan. Spare keys.”

Main andar gaya, hallway cabinet ke chhote drawer se nikaala jahan Mummy extra set rakhti thin. Simple metal ring par do chabiyan. Samne ka darwaza aur peeche ka. Mainne unhe hatheli par tola, phir balcony wapas aaya.

“Yeh tumhe de raha hoon,” maine kaha. “Dono. Samne aur peeche. Aaj raat jab chaaho andar aa sakte ho. Na dastak. Na unke darwaza kholne ka intezar.”

Uncle ki awaaz mein kuch manzoori si naram ho gayi. “Tum pakke ho?”

“Haan. Main chahta hoon yeh ho. Us dopahar se chahta hoon jab maine unhe setup kiya ki tumhari panty chehre se sataaye hue andar aayein. Har raat chahta hoon jab bed par leta sochta hoon tum unke oopar ho. Keys aakhri practical kadam hain.”

“Dopahar ko mere paas le aana. Gate ke paas gay ke pot ke neeche chhod dena jaise chhote the tab cheezein chhodte the. Main uthunga. Koi nahi dekhega.”

“Kar dunga.”

“Accha. Kyunki jab woh keys mere haath mein hongi, bas raat bachi hogi.”

Hum timing ke baare mein thodi aur baat kiye—main kab nikalunga, woh kab aayenge, kitni der rukne ka irada hai. Phir call khatm hua.

Us raat maine Mummy ko call kiya aur kaha main motel mein raat bitane wala hoon.

Main: Mummy, main hoon.

Mummy: Beta? Itni der call kyun kar rahe ho? Aur tum aa nahi rahe? Tum kahan ho?

Main: Mummy itni chinta mat karo, maine motel book kar liya kyunki ghar jaldi nahi pahunch sakta tha. Sab theek hai. Bas kuch bataana tha.

Mummy: Kya?

Main: Uncle Vivek aaj raat chai ke liye aane wale hain.

Mummy: (rukav) Kya? Kyun?

Main: Unhone kaha ghar par thoda bechain mehsoos ho raha hai. Maine kaha thodi der ke liye aa sakte hain.

Mummy: Nahi. Mujhe nahi lagta yeh accha idea hai.

Main: Kyun nahi? Sirf chai hai.

Mummy: Kyunki main ghar mein akeli hoon. Tumhare Papa yahan nahi hain. Mujhe raat ko kisi aadmi ko bulane mein aaram nahi.






Main: Woh ajanabi nahi hain, Mummy. Woh hamare padosi hain. Tum unse kai baar baat kar chuki ho.

Mummy: Phir bhi… mujhe situation par bharosa nahi. Akeli aurat ko raat ko aise aadmiyon ke liye darwaza nahi kholna chahiye.

Main: Woh “aise aadmi” nahi hain. Woh Uncle Vivek hain. Tum unke saath nashta kar chuki ho. Baat kar chuki ho.

Mummy: Woh alag tha. Tum yahan the. Ab tum nahi ho.

Main: Main sirf raat ke liye motel mein hoon. Door nahi hai.

Mummy: Mujhe phir bhi pasand nahi. Unmein kuch aisa hai jo bechain karta hai.

Main: Kaise bechain?

Mummy: Pata nahi. Bas… ek ehsaas. Theek se samjha nahi sakti.

Main: Tum zyada soch rahi ho. Woh acche insaan hain. Akele rehte hain, apne mein rehte hain, aur jab bhi aaye hamesha samman se rahe.

Mummy: Samman ho ya na ho, main akeli hoon. Koi jokhim nahi lena chahti.

Main: Kaun sa jokhim? Woh chai ke liye aa rahe hain, raat guzarne nahi.

Mummy: Log ghar ke andar aane ke baad apna irada badal sakte hain.

Main: Nahi badlenge. Maine saaf kaha hai sirf chhoti si mulaqat hogi. Unhone maan liya.

Mummy: Unhe aana hi kyun hai?

Main: Unhone kaha aajkal akelapan mehsoos hota hai. Bas thodi sangat aur halki baat chahiye. Bas itna.

Mummy: To tumse baat karein.

Main: Main motel mein hoon, Mummy. Abhi wapas nahi aa sakta. Aur tum dono bade ho, baat karna jaante ho.

Mummy: To kal subah aa jaao, tab aayein jab tum yahan ho.

Main: Der ho chuki hai. Woh ek-do ghante mein aane wale the. Ab cancel karna ajeeb hoga.

Mummy: Ajeeb hone do. Mujhe aaram nahi.

Main: Tum isko bada bana rahi ho. Woh adhe-umar ke aadmi hain jo do ghar door rehte hain. Unhe sirf chai aur baat chahiye.

Mummy: Sochti rehti hoon ghar kitna shaant hoga. Aur koi nahi hai.

Main: Yahi to accha hai. Poori shaam akeli nahi baithogi. Thodi sangat khamoshi se behtar hai.

Mummy: Mujhe khamoshi se koi dikkat nahi.









Main: Tum aisa kehti ho, lekin jab ghar bahut raaton tak zyada shaant rehta hai to tum bhi bechain ho jaati ho.



Mummy: Woh alag hai.



Main: Kya? Papa ke jaane ke baad se zyada tar shaamein tum akeli ho. Padosi ki ek chhoti si mulaqat khatarnak nahi.



Mummy: Mujhe phir bhi bechaini hai.



Main: Theek se batao kyun. Kis cheez ka darr hai?



Mummy: Kuch khaas nahi. Bas… raat ko ghar mein kisi aadmi ke saath akeli hone ka khayal pasand nahi. Bas itna.



Main: Pehle bhi unke saath akeli rahi ho jab main kuch minute ke liye bahar gaya. Kuch nahi hua.



Mummy: Woh chhote pal the. Yeh alag hai. Woh chai ke liye baithenge.



Main: Aur phir chale jayenge. Maine unhe pehle se saaf kaha hai ki raat nahi rukenge. Unhone samajh liya. (Maine unse jhoot bola)



Mummy: Tumne unhe yeh kaha?



Main: Haan. Unhone kaha sirf thodi baat chahiye aur baad mein apne ghar wapas chale jayenge.



Mummy: Phir bhi…



Main: Mummy, tum bahut zyada chinta kar rahi ho. Woh theek insaan hain. Kabhi awaaz nahi uthayi, kabhi rudeness nahi ki, kabhi koi asli masla nahi banaya.



Mummy: Mujhe nahi pata.



Main: Kya nahi pata? Tumne unka behave dekha hai. Shaant, thode akele, aur shistachar wale. Bas itna.



Mummy: Akele aadmi kabhi-kabhi chai se zyada chahte hain.



Main: Tum soch rahi ho. Unhone chai aur baat maangi. Aur kuch nahi.



Mummy: Tum aaj raat ghar kyun nahi aa sakte?



Main: Motel booking pehle se paid hai. Aur mujhe subah jaldi kareeb kaam khatm karna hai. Yahan rukna aasaan hai.



Mummy: Yeh kamzor wajah lagti hai.



Main: Yeh practical hai. Kal dopahar tak wapas aa jaunga.



Mummy: Mujhe phir bhi yeh zaroori nahi lagta.



Main: Sirf thodi der ke liye. Unhe akelapan hai, tum akeli ho, thodi sangat kisi ko nuksan nahi degi.



Mummy: Maine kaha main akeli theek rahungi.



Main: Pata hai theek rahogi. Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki padosi ki saadi si mulaqat mana kar do jiske paas baat karne ko aur koi nahi.



Mummy: …



Main: Sirf chai, Mummy. Woh thodi der baithenge, aam baatein karenge, phir chale jayenge. Maine pehle se kaha hai woh wahan nahi soyenge.



Mummy: Tum yeh baar-baar dohraate ho.



Main: Kyunki yahi hissa tumhe sabse zyada chinta de raha hai. Woh raat nahi rukenge. Maine pakka kar diya hai.



Mummy: Aur agar woh zyada der rukne ki koshish karein?



Main: Nahi karenge. Unhe pata hai kal main poochunga mulaqat kaisi rahi. Woh koi masla nahi banayenge.



Mummy: Tum un par bahut bharosa karti ho.



Main: Haan. Unhone kabhi aisi wajah nahi di ki na karun.



Mummy: Kash tum yahan hote.



Main: Pata hai. Lekin main door nahi hoon. Aur tum theek rahogi.



Mummy: Mujhe abhi bhi himmat nahi ho rahi.



Main: Samajhta hoon. Lekin sirf chai hai. Aur kuch nahi. Woh akele hain aur thodi der baat karna chahte hain. Tum poori raat akeli nahi baithogi.



Mummy: Maine pehle hi kaha main akeli theek hoon.



Main: Aur maine sun liya. Lekin yeh behtar hai. Ek chhoti mulaqat. Aam baat. Phir woh chale jaayein.



Mummy: …



Main: Please, Mummy. Sirf is baar. Woh pehle se sochte hain aa rahe hain. Ab bina sahi wajah cancel karna ajeeb lagega.



Mummy: Tumhe pehle mujhse pooche bina nahi kehna chahiye tha.



Main: Pata hai. Kehna chahiye tha. Ab pooch raha hoon.



Mummy: (lambi khamoshi) …Theek hai.



Main: Unhe aane dogi?



Mummy: Sirf chai ke liye. Aur sirf thodi der. Baad mein unhe chale jana hoga.



Main: Jayenge. Maine pehle se saaf kar diya hai.



Mummy: Aur tum kal bina der kiye ghar aaoge.



Main: Aaunga. Dopahar tak latest.



Mummy: Theek. Unhe bata dena aa sakte hain.



Main: Shukriya, Mummy. Theek hoga. Dekhogi.



Mummy: Umeed hai.



Main: Hoga. Sirf chai aur thodi baat. Aur kuch nahi.



Mummy: …Theek. Shubh ratri, beta.



Main: Shubh ratri, Mummy.



Jab main khud motel pahuncha to gali se system check kiya. Naram static, phir Mummy ka sitting room mein kursi hilane ki awaaz, glass ki halki khanak. Perfect.



Maine volume badha diya.



Kuch second tak sirf unke tiles par kadmon ki awaaz thi. Phir Mummy ki awaaz, hairani se bhari, ghar ke andar se.



Phir dastak hui.



Mummy: Kaun hai?



Uncle Vivek: Shobha ji. Main hoon.



(Maine darwaza khulte suna. Unki awaaz pehle se thandi thi.)