Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

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Dosto, is hisse mein gifs aur tasveerein nahi hain kyunki maine poora scene intercom connection se suna. Isliye jo hua use apne dimag mein bana sakte ho. 






  

Mummy: Tum aa gaye. 

  

Uncle: Haan. Maine tumhare bete se kaha tha aaj raat akelapan mehsoos ho raha hai. Unhone kaha tumhe meri baat karna sach mein pasand hai. 

  

Mummy: Kya? Yeh un dinon tumhari har cheez ka bahana ban gaya hai. 

  

Uncle: Yeh bahana nahi hai. Kabhi-kabhi ghar bahut shaant lagta hai. 

  

Mummy: To radio kharid lo. Raat ko akeli aurat ke paas mat aao. 

  

(Thodi khamoshi hui. Phir intercom chiraya aur mar gaya. Line poori tarah dead ho gayi. Mera pet sitak gaya. Main utha, receiver check kiya, hilaya, jo extra batteries laaya tha woh badlein. Kuch nahi. 

  

Ab barish theek se shuru ho chuki thi, tez, aur connection mein kuch fail ho gaya. Mainne lagbhag das minute frequency theek karte, kamre mein ghoomte, motel ki chhoti balcony par nikal kar bhi try kiya jahan signal thoda tez tha. Aakhir mein static saaf hua aur unki awaazein wapas aayi. Tab tak woh pehle se baith chuke the.) 

  

Uncle: Chai acchi mahak rahi hai. 

  

Mummy: Sirf chai hai. Kuch khaas nahi. 

  

(Main unhe kitchen jaate soch sakta tha. Woh apni aam satin sone wali dress pehne hue thin—woh naram, thodi chamakdaar jo aam raaton ko pehnti hain. Mainne socha tha jab unhe pata hai woh aa rahe hain to kuch zyada dhaki hui pehenengi. Nahi pehni. Shayad kapdon se zyada doosre vichar unke dimag mein jagah le chuke the.) 

  

Uncle: Phir bhi, jo main khud ke liye banata hoon usse behtar mahakti hai. 

  

Mummy: Woh koi ooncha standard nahi. 

  

Uncle: Sach. Baithiye, Shobha ji. Aise khadi ho jaise bhagne ko taiyar ho. 

  

Mummy: Main zyada der nahi baithne wali. Piyo aur chale jaao. 

  

Uncle: Jaisa tumhari marzi. Lekin chai sach mein acchi hai. Tum hamesha zyada logon se tez banati ho. 

  

Mummy: Mujhe chai ki taarif nahi chahiye. 

  

Uncle: Main sirf woh keh raha hoon jo sach hai. 

  

Mummy: Tum kai cheezein kehte ho jo tumhare hisaab se sach hain. Us raat phone par tumne kaha tha inhi dino mein se kisi din mere pati ke wapas aane se pehle tum mujhe chodoge. Mujhe woh pasand nahi aaya. 

  

Uncle: (shaant hanssi) Tumhe exact shabd yaad hain. “Chodna” shabd bhi? Hehehe, tumhari yaad acchi hai. 

  

Mummy: Bilkul yaad hai. Woh besharam tha. 

  

Uncle: Woh imandaar tha. Farq hai. 

  

Mummy: Jo marzi kaho. Mujhe pasand nahi aaya. Shaadi-shuda aurat se aadmi ko aise nahi bolna chahiye. 

  

Uncle: Aur phir bhi uske kehne ke baad tum yahan khadi mujhe chai pila rahi ho. 

  

Mummy: Main chai isliye pila rahi hoon kyunki mujhme ghar-grihasthi ka swabhav hai. Tumhare shabdon ki wajah se nahi. 

  

Uncle: Tumhara beta ab yahan nahi hai. Sirf hum hain. Thodi der baat kyun na kar lein. 

  

Mummy: Isse kuch nahi badalta. Aur maine kaha hai zyada baat nahi karni. 

  

Uncle: Tumhare pati un dinon kahan hain? Abhi bhi safar par? 

  

Mummy: Haan. Woh kuch din mein wapas aayenge. 

  

Uncle: Kuch din is ghar ke itna shaant rehne ke liye lamba waqt hai. 

  

Mummy: Main shaanti ki aadi hoon. 

  

Uncle: Kya? Tum darwaze ko aise dekhti rehti ho jaise kisi ke andar aane aur is baat se bachane ka intezar ho. 

  

Mummy: Main intezar kar rahi hoon tum chai khatm karo aur jaao. 

  

Uncle: Tumne apne liye nahi daali. 

  

Mummy: Mujhe chai nahi chahiye. 

  

Uncle: Jab banati ho to hamesha peeti ho. Aaj raat kyun nahi? 

  

Mummy: Kyunki mood nahi hai. 

  

Uncle: Ya kyunki baithne ka matlab hoga mere saath usi kamre mein zyada der rehna. 

  

Mummy: Tum khud ko bahut samajhte ho. 

  

Uncle: Shayad. Barish suno. Aur tez ho gayi hai. 

  

Mummy: To? 

  

Uncle: Aisi barish se poori duniya chhoti lagti hai. Sadkein khali. Khidkiyan band. Log andar rehte hain. Yeh un cheezon ke liye accha waqt hai jo niji rehni chahiye. 

  

Mummy: Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tumhara matlab. 

  

Uncle: Aa raha hai. Barish wali raatein shaant raatein hoti hain. Shaant raaton mein woh aurat jo bahut soch rahi hoti hai aakhir mein usse ladna band karti hai jo uska shareer pehle se chahta hai. 

  

Mummy: Tum phir bakwas kar rahe ho. 

  

Uncle: Main usi cheez ki baat kar raha hoon jo phone par kahi thi. Inhi dino mein se kisi din—shayad aisi hi raat—main baat karna band karunga aur woh karunga jo hum dono jaante hain aane wala hai. 

  

Mummy: Kuch nahi aane wala. 

  

Uncle: Tumhari awaaz darwaza kholte waqt se naram hai. Yeh pehle se bata raha hai kuch hil chuka hai. 

  

Mummy: Main thaki hui hoon. Bas itna. 

  

Uncle: Thaki auratein itni seedhi nahi khadi rehti jab aadmi unhe chodne ki baat kare. Woh ya to kamra chhod deti hain ya ruk kar sunti hain. Tum abhi yahan ho. 

  

Mummy: Apni chai piyo, Vivek ji. Barish jaldi nahi rukegi. Badhne se pehle chale jaao. 

  

Uncle: Ya main thodi der aur ruk sakta hoon. Chai abhi garam hai. Aur barish wahi keh rahi hai jo main keh raha hoon. Kuch raatein un lakiron ko paar karne ke liye bani hoti hain jo din ki roshni nahi maanti. 

  

(Main motel ke bed par baitha sun raha tha, receiver kaan se sataaye, aur andhere mein muskuraya. Woh abhi bhi virodh kar rahi thin, doori banaye rakhne ki koshish, lekin darwaze wali sakhti pehle se patli ho chuki thi. Barish girti rahi, sthir aur bhaari, aur abhi tak kisi ne mulaqat khatm nahi ki.) 

 

Barish aur tez ho gayi. Line par karkarahat shuru hui, phir lambe-lambe palon tak sirf shor reh gaya. Lagbhag paanch minute tak mujhe sirf tutati hui line ka safed shor aur yatri-niwas ki khidki par barish ki thap-thap sunai di. 

Maine tarang theek ki, yantra ko sarkaya, chhajje ke aur kareeb bhi gaya. Aakhir line saaf hui. 

Jab awaazein wapas aayin to woh ab baithak mein nahi thin. Woh rasoi mein thin. 

Mummy: Baithak mein wapas chale jao. 

Uncle: Main sirf dekhne aaya tha ki tumhein kisi cheez mein sahara chahiye ya nahi. 

Mummy: Mujhe sahara nahi chahiye. Chai taiyar ho chuki hai. Tum baith jao. 

Uncle: Rasoi zyada garam hai. Aur yahan roshni bhi behtar hai. 

Mummy: Itne kareeb khade hone ki yeh wajah nahi banti. 

Uncle: Main itna kareeb nahi hoon. 

Mummy: Tum kaafi kareeb ho. Kripya jao aur baitho. 

Uncle: Ek pal. Tumhari slati poshak is roshni mein alag dikhti hai. 

Mummy: Shuru mat karo. 

Uncle: Main sirf nazar daal raha hoon. Reshmi kapda har chhoti harkat ko pakad leta hai. Jab tum taak ki taraf haath badhati ho to woh tumhari kamar se chipak jaata hai aur phir phisak jaata hai. Bina dekhe rehna kathin hai. 

Mummy: To dekhna band karo. Yeh sirf sone ki poshak hai. Kuch vishesh nahi. 

Dosto, mujhe woh slati sone wali poshak saaf yaad hai jo Mummy pehenti hain. Isliye ki tum log man mein banao na, yahan usi sone wali poshak mein unka roop hai. Yeh chhavi maine chaar din pehle li thi. Raat ko woh ise pehenna bahut pasand karti hain. 







Uncle: Tum par yeh saadhaaran nahi dikhti. Jab tum ghumti ho to yeh tumhari chhatiyon par kaise baithti hai… naram, bhari, patle feeton se mushkil se sambhali hui. Koi purush andha ho tabhi ise na dekhe. 

Mummy: Tum meri rasoi mein raat ko aisi baatein kar rahe ho. Yahi kaafi wajah hai ki tum mujhe lubhana band karo. 

Uncle: Main wahi bol raha hoon jo dikh raha hai. 

Mummy: To kam bolo aur baith jao. 

Uncle: Mere saath baitho to main baith jaaunga. Yahan khade-khade us poshak mein tumhari harkatein dekhna vinay banaye rakhna kathin kar raha hai. 

Mummy: Vinay kabhi tumhari taakat nahi rahi. 

Uncle: Sach. Visheshkar jab tum aisi cheez pehne ho jo har saans par tumhare shareer ka theek aakaar dikha deti hai. 

Mummy: Doosre kamre mein wapas jao, Vivek ji. Main sach keh rahi hoon. 

Uncle: Aur agar main na jaaun? 

Mummy: To main tumse kahungi ki theek se raho. 

Uncle: Tum keh sakti ho. Lekin tum dwar ki taraf nahi hili ho. Tum abhi bhi haath mein pyala liye wahan khadi sun rahi ho. 

Mummy: Main intezaar kar rahi hoon ki tum woh karo jo maine kaha. 

Uncle: Yeh poshak tum par sach mein bahut lubhaavni hai, Shobha ji. Jitna tum sweekaar karna chahti ho usse zyada. Jab bhi tum chalti ho reshmi kapda tumhare peeche se aise sarakta hai jaise use dekha jaane ke liye hi banaaya gaya ho. 

Mummy: Mere vastron ki baat band karo. 

Uncle: Main tab band karunga jab tum wahan khadi ho kar mujhe dekhne dena band karogi. 

Thodi chup rahi, phir harkat ki awaaz—pair sarakna, ek naram dhamaki jaise koi jaldi peeche hata ho, uske baad ek chhoti tez saans jo unki thi. Ek chauki khisaki. 

Kapda kisi cheez se ragda. Ek pal aisa laga jaise halki thees ho, jaisi tab hoti hai jab ek vyakti nikalna chahe aur doosra poori tarah kinara na kare. 

Phir karkarahat wapas aayi, pehle se tez. Line poori toot gayi. Mere haath ke yantra mein sirf barish aur khaali shor bacha. 

Main yatri-niwas ke kamre mein use takta baitha raha, line ke wapas aane ka intezaar karta raha, lekin is baar woh nahi aayi. 

Baithak wali line barish ke neeche patli pad gayi. Paani lohe ke chhajje aur khidkiyon par itna pada ki wahan ki awaazein gudgudi ho gayin, isliye maine shayan-kaksh wale yantra par ungli feri. 

Maine woh wahan isliye lagaya tha kyunki ghar ki har larai aakhir us galiyaare se hokar ek dwar band karti thi. Kuch pal safed shor ke baad line pakad mein aa gayi. Pehle takhti boli, phir kapda, phir unki awaaz. 

Woh ise chhota rakhne ki koshish kar rahi thin. Woh khuli awaaz nahi thi jo haar maan le. Ek andar dabi karah, ant mein kaati hui, jaisi koi tab nikaalta hai jab deewaaron ko pata na chale. 

Karkarahat uchi hui. 

“—yahan nahi ho sakte. Yeh hamara kamra hai. Unka kamra.” 

“Yeh ek kamra hai jisme palang hai, Shobha.” 

Phir barish, yantra par uski lambi leep. Jab line saafi to maine suna sukha sarsarahat—kandhe se pallu sarkaaya jaana, phir choli ke kaanton par naram kheench. 

“Main saaf ghar rakhti hoon,” unhone kaha, awaaz neechi aur tez. “Shaam ko deep jalaati hoon. Jab upvaas banana chahiye tab banati hoon. Main yeh nahi karti.” 

“Tum yeh kar rahi ho.” 

“Main yahan khadi hoon kyunki tum aise chaabi le kar ghusey jo tumhari nahi thi. Yeh waisi baat nahi hai.” 

Unka vaakya poora hone se pehle ek chumban lag gaya. Pehle bhookha nahi tha. 

Dheema, jaanchta hua, geeli awaaz toofaan ke paar bhi saaf. Unhone uske munh mein ek chauki hui awaaz nikali, phir ek aur chhoti, jaise pehli nikal gayi ho aur doosri ko woh pakadna chahti hon. 

Karkarahat. 

“—woh band karo. Mere honth......” 

“To band kar do.” 

Unhone nahi kiya. Agli chumban gehre lagi, daanton ki halki takkar, unki saans usse takraati hui. Kapda ulajha. Kangan lakdi se takraya. 

“Main is parivaar ke liye bees saal rasona karti rahi,” unhone phusphusaya, lagbhag apne aap se. “Har rishtedaar ki nazar jheli. Kabhi kisi ko bolne ka kaaran nahi diya. Kya tum samajhte ho kisi naari ko iski keemat kya padti hai?” 

“Main samajhta hoon tum kaamp rahi ho.” 

“Woh krodh hai.” 

“Nahi. Krodh aisa nahi sunai deta.” 

Unke munh se ek aur dheemi karah nikal gayi, jald daba di gayi. Barish us khaali jagah ko bhar gayi. 

Mujhe pata tha yeh shayan-kaksh hai kyunki awaaz dehleez se sakht thi: almari ka dwar jo kabhi milkar band nahi hota, chhat ke pankhe ki tedhi kundi par tik-tik, khidki se teesri takhti ki khaas chinchinahat. 

Main in awaazon ko deewaaron ke paar sunte bada hua tha. Yeh baithak ki awaazein nahi thin. 

“Vivek, meri taraf dekho. Main kisi ki patni hoon. Kal woh isi dwar par apna thaila rakhenge. Mujhe us thaila ko dekhna padega.” 

“Kal, kal hai.” 

“Yeh bachche ka uttar hai.” 

Usne ek baar hansa, yantra ke kareeb. “Aisi raat par poori gali andhi hai. Suno ise. Us rasthe par koi nahi aa raha.” 

Barish itni bhari thi ki do imaaraton paar main bhi use daanton mein mehsoos karta tha. Usne use aadhar diya aur unhein bahaana diya, aur woh dono ka istemaal kar rahi thin. 

Phir sarsarahat—sadi, saya, subah se atyant sambhaal kar bandhe kapde ko bekaraar dhakka. Gale par chumban. Unhone aise saans kheenchy jaise jal gayi hon. 

“Mujhe veshya ki tarah mat chhoo” 

“Nahi chhoonga.” 

“Chhooge. Ek baar shuru kiya to rukna nahi aata tumhein.” 

“To mujhe koi sach baat batao,” usne kaha. “Mandir wali bhasha nahi. Achhi-patni wala bhaashan nahi. Batao dwar khulte hi tumne cheekha kyun nahi.” 

Chup. Barish. Line ke kinare ko karkarahat kutar rahi thi. 

“Mujhe laga woh the,” unhone aakhir kaha. “Ek pal laga mera beta jaldi laut aaya. Phir tum the, aur meri awaaz chali gayi.” 

“Yeh poori baat nahi hai.” 

“Jo milna hai wahi hai.” 

Jab uske haath unhein mile to unhone phir karaha, aur unhein apni hi awaaz se ghrina hui. Woh ghrina mujhe is baat se sunai di ki unhone use kitni jaldi kaat diya, kaise use shikayat bana diya. 

“Mere ghutne ab pehle jaise nahi rahe. Aise mat kheenchho. Yeh farsh thanda hai.” 

“To palang par.” 

“Kripya Vivek ”