Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

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Doorbhash bajta raha. “OOh tumhara pati tumhe isi dasha mein bula raha hai, uthogi?” Chacha Vivek ne poocha. Maa ne kaha “Aaah ahhh ahhh nahi nahi main yeh jokhim nahi le sakti ki pati jaan jaye... aaahhhh kripya dheeme chalo ooohh” 


Phir Chacha Vivek ne kaha, “ooh tum kitni kulta ho, yeh bhi nahi jaanna chahti ki pati koi aapat-kaal poochh raha hai? Tumhe sirf mere ling ka tumhari yoni mein hona chahiye.” Maa sirf anand mein karahi. 

Maine kalpana ki pita yatri-griha mein doorbhash thaame hue abhi bhi soch rahe hain maa kyun nahi utha rahi. 








Wapas us ghar mein jahan yeh ashuddhata ho rahi thi, nayi kon se maas ki awaz moti, geeli, barish ke khilaf lagbhag nirlajj ho gayi. 

Woh chillayi—rukne ki cheekh nahi, kshamta ki cheekh, woh awaz jo pehle-sambandh wala shareer tab karta hai jab use ek aakaar milta hai jise baad mein rasoi mein yaad rakhna padega. 

“Aahhhh—Vivek—main nahi—yeh bahut—oohh—” 

“Tum le sakti ho. Tum le rahi ho. Khud ko suno. Tumhara pati tumhe bula raha hai jab tum mere naam par karahne mein vyast ho, kitni achhi kulta” 

“Mujhe apni awaz se nafrat hai.” 

“Mujhe nahi. Main us awaz mein reh sakta hoon. Vivahit gala, varjit ling, barish gali ko ponchhti hui taaki gawah na bane siway us purush ke jo tumhare andar hai aur uske jo khud ko sunna seekh chuka ho.” 

Main us par kaanpa, jaise use prasaran-yantra ka gyan ho. Nahi ho sakta tha. Yeh sirf us purush ka aham tha jo chudai ke beech tha, poori raat ka naam aise le raha jaise woh uski ho. 

Mera haath chipchipa tha. Main nahi ruka. Uska karahna ghana ho chuka tha—aahhh aur uuhhh aur toote chhote oh-oh-oh jab woh ant tak baithta—aur wahi ghanatva tha jisne mere andar ke taar ko ant tak kas diya. Putra maa ko peeda mein sunta hai aur daudta hai. 

Ab woh tukdon mein baat karte, kyunki pehli-baar ka sambhog jab asal sambhog ban jata hai to aisa hi hota hai. Vaakya dhakelon ke beech aate. 

“Kya tumhara pati kabhi tumhe aise chhodta hai?” 

“Nahi. Aahhh—nahi.” 

“Achha.” 

“Yeh achha nahi. Yeh paap hai jo main uthungi.” 

“Pehle is ling par uthao.” 

“Tum asambhav ho aaahhh ooohhhhh” 

“Tumne yeh doorbhash par bhi kaha tha.” 

“Tum bahut yaad rakhte ho.” 

“Main tumhari ungliyon ki geeli awaz yaad rakhta hoon. Yeh usse geeli hai.” 

“Iski prashansa mat karo.” 

“Jo chahe uski prashansa karunga. Yeh jaanghen. Yeh peeth. Jaise tumhari kamar un saare varshon ke neeche bhi aakaar rakhti hai jo tumne pehle doosron ko khilane mein bitaye. Yakeen nahi aata itna wait kiya kisi aur purush ki patni mein khud ko rakhne ke liye.” 

“Aahhhh—patni mat kaho.” 

“Kyun. Usse tum jakadti ho.” 

Usne uska vivad nahi kiya. Woh karahi, aur karahna haara hua vivad tha. 

“Main tumhari kulta nahi banungi.” 

“Tum padvi se inkaar karte hue kaam ki riyaz kar rahi ho. Theek hai. Padvi wait kar sakti hai. Yeh sthiti nahi kar sakti.” 

“Maine kabhi— uuuhhh—maine kabhi khud ko kisi ko aise nahi dikhaya.” 

“Tum mujhe dikha rahi ho. Barish tumhara parda hai. Mere haath baaki hain.” 

Phir usne kuch aur ganda kaha, yantra ke kareeb, waisa vaakya jo purush tabhi kehta hai jab woh seedha us jagah ko dekh raha ho jise istemal kar raha ho. 

“Yeh sunder vivahit chhed aisa khula hai jaise akela tha. Us sooti ke neeche akela. Main iski akelapan ko chhodkar nikalunga jab tak tum yeh na bhool jao aane par kaun sa naam kehna hai.” 

“Mujhe mat aane do.” 

“Main nahi karwa raha. Tum pahunch rahi ho.” 

“Main nahi— aahhhh—main itni aasan nahi.” 

“Tum us raat aasan thin jab tumne meri awaz par khud ko chhua. Yeh sirf imandaar roop hai.” 

Palang dastak de raha tha. Maine sach socha purani jod chali jayegi. Awaz shikayat se dhamki tak chadh chuki thi, lakdi par lakdi, unke shareer ek geeli taal jod rahe the jise tufan dooba nahi saka. 

Maine use uski jhuki aakriti dhakte socha, ek haath shayad baal mein ya nitamb par, us purush ki prabhavi, anavarata chaal jisne faisla kar liya ho ki path hi taal hai. Woh isliye komal nahi hua ki woh karahi. Usne karahne ko praman banaya aur chalta raha, bolta raha, naam leta raha, galat ko mahima deta raha kyunki galat hi garmi thi. 








“Kaho tumhe nafrat hai.” 

“Mujhe nafrat— uuuhhh—nafrat hai ki main nahi chahti tum nikaalo.” 

“Yeh achhi nafrat hai.” 

“Kal...aahhh...kal mera pati ghar aata hai.” 

“Kal tum waise hi chalogi, waise hi baithogi, waise hi chai dalogi. Aaj raat tum mujhe logi jab tak ghutne yaad na rakhen.” 

“Aahhhh—” 

“Mera naam kaho.” 

“Vivek.” 

“Phir.” 

“Vivek—oohh—Vivek—” 

Maine apna veerya chhoda, maatha bhandar-kaksh ki geeli deewar se lagaye, apni awaz daanton mein kaatkar taaki woh usi raat uski awaz ke saath na rahe. Yahi sabse kathor hissa laga. Maa ka karahna jab use koi aur purush chhod raha tha, usne mujhe itni zor se gira diya. 

Mera shareer samapt ho chuka tha aur uski awaz nahi, abhi chadh rahi thi, abhi lajjit, abhi use us bhasha mein jawab deti jise kehne ki usne qasam khai thi ki nahi bolti. 

Barish nahi kami. 

Sambandh chichiyaya, tikka raha, aur baaki le gaya: maas ki thap, toota aahhhh, gehra ganda protsahan, vivahit stree apne hi palang ke udhaar kon par seekhti hui, dheere aur phir bilkul dheere nahi, us antar ko jo bhadra jeevan aur sachchi raat mein hota hai. 

Barish nahi dhimi hui. Usne sirf apna bojh badla, peetne se ek lambe, lagatar barsaav mein jo ghar ki har doosri awaz ko niji bana deta. Shayankaksh ke prasaran-yantra se main ne uska shareer uske munh se pehle suna. 

Woh kaanp thi. 

Chhoti thitharahat nahi. Ek poori nitamb wali stree ka bhaari, jeevit kaanpna jo peeche se purush le rahi ho, maas uski kamar se aadhi taal baad hilta kyunki hilne layak usme tha. Main woh awaz jaanta tha jaise andhere mein koi parichit kamra. Chamdi par chamdi, phir vilambit lahar, phir beech mein geela milna. 

Yahi hota hai is tarah ki chudai mein jab stree aisi bani ho jaise meri maa bani thi: chulhe par khade varsh, sadi se bandhe nitamb jo kabhi patle nahi hue, narmi jo shalinta dikhti hai jab tak koi peeche na khada ho aur use istemal na kare. 

Nitamb kaanpta hai kyunki usme bojh hai. Bojh awaz banata hai. Awaz ne bataya uske dono haath us par the aur woh dekh raha tha uski dhakelen kya karti hain. 

Phir usne us par thappar maara. 

 

Khel nahi. Ek chapti, daava karti thap jo ek pal barish ko kaatkar nikli aur uski awaz mein jalan bankar wapas aayi. 

“Aahhhh—Vivek—mat—” 

“Yeh hilta hai,” usne kaha, tez saans lete. “Isliye maara. Taaki tum sun sako tumne us saye ke neeche kya chhupaya hai.” 

“Uuuhhhhhh—aise mat baat karo uski.” 

“Kyun nahi? Yeh mere haathon mein hai. Yeh mere khilaf wapas thapakta hai. Ek vivahit nitamb jo sochta hai abhi bhi sirf tasveer wale purush ka hai.” 

Ek aur thappar. Woh usme karah uthi pehle us karahne ko krodh ka libas pehnati. 

“Aahhhh—dard hai.” 

“Yeh tapta hai. Farq hai. Kaho tumhe nahi mehsoos hota yeh garmi seedha taangon ke beech chali jaati hai.” 

“Mujhe mehsoos— nnnhhh—bahut zyada mehsoos ho raha hai. Kripya bas— bas samapt karo aur jao. Barish rukne se pehle.” 

“Main tab samapt karunga jab yeh nitamb jhoot bolna band kare.” 

“Main jhoot nahi bol rahi. Uuuhhhhhh—main maang rahi hoon ise khatam karo.” 

“Tum us awaz se maang rahi ho jo har baar geeli ho jaati hai jab main tumhe ek aur ungal deta hoon.” 

Main pehle dheere khud ko malne laga, phir us kathor niyam se jo us vyakti ka hota hai jo ek baar veerya gira chuka ho aur phir kathor hone par lajjit ho. Kiya kyunki uska karahna sur badal chuka tha aur mera shareer ek murkh pashu hai. Yahi saaf kaaran hai. 

Putra ko mutthi nahi chalani chahiye isliye ki uski maa ka nitamb doosre purush ke pet par geeli awaz kare. Main ne mutthi phir bhi chalayi. 

“Tum us stree ki tarah karah rahi ho jisne iski keemat di ho,” Vivek ne kaha. 

“Main nahi— aahhhh—main woh nahi hoon.” 

“Phir yeh tumse aise kyun nikalta hai? Woh lamba aahhhh. Woh patni-awaz nahi. Woh awaz hai jo stree tab karti hai jab ling us kahaani se bada ho jo woh suna rahi ho.” 

“Tum bahut bade ho. Itna hi. Uuuhhhhhh—main tumhe jakad nahi pati. Iska yeh matlab nahi ki main woh naam chahti hoon jo tum mujh par rakh rahe ho.” 

“Iska matlab hai tumhare shareer ne munh se alag report di.” 

“Mera munh keh raha hai samapt karo. Kripya. Aao aur chale jao. Mujhe yeh kamra wapas rakhna hai.” 

“Kamra pehle se badal chuka hai. Tum chadar mojh sakti ho. Jo main ne tumhare saath abhi kiya use nahi mojh sakti.” 

Is tarah ki chudai mein ek aur baat hoti hai, aur seedha kehna chahiye taaki awaz samajh aaye. Jab purush stree ko peeche se lambe samay tak leta hai, visheshkar pehle sambandh mein, uski bahen khud ko uthaye rakhne se thak jaati hain. Peeth dhasne lagti hai. 

Chehra gaddhe ke kareeb chala jata hai. Kon durghatna se gehra ho jata hai. 

Woh gehra kon use tez sunata hai chahe woh chup rehne ki koshish kare, kyunki dhakel ab us jagah lagti hai jise sochkar nahi samjha ja sakta. Main ne woh hote suna. Uske karahne chhote hue, phir ghane hue, phir uske taal par aane lage chahe use manzoor ho ya na ho. 








“Aahhhh—itna gehra nahi—” 

“Yeh isliye gehra nahi ki main nirdayi hoon. Yeh isliye gehra hai ki tumne chhati gira di. Tumhare shareer ne maanga.” 

“Maine nahi maanga.” 

“Tum dhas gayi, Shobha. Yahi maang hai.” 

Mujhe soch wale hisse mein yakeen nahi hua ki meri maa itni achhi tarah kundi ja sakti hai. Kundi ek kathor shabd hai. Main use isliye leta hoon kyunki prasaran kartavya jaisa nahi suna, na us shant vivahit sambhog jaisa jo main ne hamesha ghar ke asbab ki tarah socha tha. 

Suna jaise ek stree poori tarah istemal ki ja rahi ho aur phir bhi jawab de rahi ho. Main ne use upvaas karte dekha tha. 

Main ne use deepak jalte dekha tha. Main ne use pyali chhodne par daantte dekha tha. Woh stree vivah-palang par ghutnon par nitamb kaanpte hue nahi baithti. Kaan ke yantra zor de rahe the ki baithti hai. Ashraddha gale mein baithi rahi aur haath nahi roka. 

Mere pita ka naam mere doorbhash par jaga. 

Ek. Do. Phir uske doorbhash par chhootey aahvanon ka dher jise main baad mein hi anuman laga saka, jab suchi dekhi—saat—kyunki us ghante usne uthaya nahi, ghanti ko kamre ka vaakya bhi nahi banne diya. 

Shayankaksh ka prasaran barish, maas aur Vivek ki awaz se bhara raha. Na “namaste.” Na “baad mein milunga.” Jo patni pehli ghanti par uthaati thi, usne doosre purush ko woh jagah bharne di jahan ghanti ko maayne rakhna chahiye tha. 

Phir unhone mujhe bulaya. 

Main ne yatri-griha ke andhere mein patal dekha aur uthaya kyunki jo putra nahi uthaata woh prashn ban jata hai. 

“Tum kahan ho?” unhone kaha. Peeche yataayat, ya thahrav. “Main ghar bula raha hoon. Tumhari maa nahi utha rahi.” 

“Main ghar par nahi hoon,” maine kaha. Yahi akela saaf vaakya tha. “Mitra ke yahan hoon. Unhe bata diya tha. Barish buri hai. Shayad unhone doorbhash doosre kamre mein chhod diya.” 

“Jab unse baat ho to kehna mujhe milayen.” 

“Kahunga.” 

Main ne kaat diya aur doorbhash munh-neeche rakh diya. Unhe kaha main ghar par nahi kyunki tha nahi, aur kyunki agar kehta ghar ke kareeb hoon to kaan ke yantra samjhane padte. 

Yeh isliye kaha kyunki sach kaha nahi ja sakta tha. Main prasaran par wapas gaya jaise kayar us aag ke paas laute jo usne khud jalayi ho. 

Vivek ne use ghumaaya. 

Main jaanta tha abhi bhi peethe-dikhaye hue hai kyunki geeli thap munh-se-munh wali awaz nahi bani. 

Main jaanta tha usne use palang ki doosri taraf kheench liya kyunki dhwani badli—almari ka yantra use kareeb pakda, aur hamare sirhane ka khaas khokhlapan achanak uske munh ke saamne tha, bagal mein nahi. 

Woh taraf jahan uski aur mere pita ki tasveer hai. Sasta chaukhat. Hum teen, do tyohar pehle. Main us chhavi ke paas poori kishor-awastha nikal aaya bina soche yeh gawah ban sakti hai. 








“Mat,” usne turant kaha. “Aahhhh—yeh taraf nahi. Vivek, us tasveer ki taraf nahi” 

“Kis ki taraf.” 

“Tum jaante ho. Uuuhhhhhh—tasveer....main aur mere pati ki tasveer....aahhh.... main nahi— main use dekh nahi sakti jab tum—” 

“Jab main tumhe chhodun. Vaakya kaho.” 

“Jab tum yeh karo. Kripya mujhe doosri taraf karo. Main use nahi dekhna chahti ooohhhh” 

“Woh tasveer lakdi aur kanch hai. Tum maas ho. Main maas mein hoon.” 

“Tumne mujhe bhrasht kar diya,” usne phusphusaya, aur phusphusahat karahne par toot gayi. “Aahhhh—tumne khud ko us jagah rakh diya jo mere pati ki thi. aahhh..... kal mujhe woh tasveer dekhni hogi aur jaanna hoga.” 

“Phir ab dekho aur aaj raat jaano. Kal se zyada imandaar hai.” 

“Mujhe imandaar nahi chahiye. Mujhe chahiye tum samapt karo aur mere ghar se nikal jao.” 

“Tumhara ghar is pal mera ling istemal kar raha hai. Spasht kaho.” 

Usne usi disha mein phir shuru kiya, wahi sthiti, naya drishya. Thap-thap ek kathor nishchay se wapas aayi, jaise tasveer ne use ek aur kaaran de diya ho. 

Is tarah ki chudai mein ek aur baat hoti hai: lajja aur anand alag kamron mein khade nahi rehte. Maa ne dono haathon se munh dhakne ki koshish ki. Par aksar woh anand mein karah uthti. 








Woh ek hi dhakel mein rehte hain. Stree chup hone ki koshish karti hai kyunki parivaar ki tasveer nazar mein hai, aur koshish hi shareer ko jakadti hai, aur jakad se purush aur zor dhakelta hai, aur zor dhakel chup ko khol deta hai. 

Yeh kavita nahi. Yeh yantrikta hai. 

Usne munh thaam liya. 

Main ne suna: hatheli ya chadar ke honthon par dabne ki achanak dabi geelapan, karahna atka hua aur kinaron se phir bhi nikalta. 

“Munh mat dhakna Shobha,” Vivek ne kaha. “Main chahta hoon tasveer sune uski patni kaisi sunti hai.” 

“Main tumhe woh nahi dungi. Mmmff—aahhhh—” 

“Tum baaki pehle de chuki. Awaz sirf raseed hai.” 

“Kripya. Naram. Agar main unhe dekhungi to khud se aur nafrat karungi.” 

“Khud se mere ling par nafrat karo. Yahi is raat ka aakaar hai.” 

Usne itni zor se chhoda ki munh-thaamne ki yojna kramashah haar gayi. Pehle ek risav. Phir toota aahhhh. Phir woh chadhav jo batata hai cheekh se sauda ho raha hai. Main ne palang aur gale mein woh gati suni—jaise shareer chadhta hai jab use aakaar, kon aur baat ne kinare par rakha ho. 

Maine uska chehra socha kyunki aur koi chhavi nahi thi: aankhein bichi, shrangar agar tha to pehle se utra, munh us anand se kathor jo apna maanna nahi chahti, tasveer ek dhundh jise woh kendrit na kare. 

Mayus chehra. Yahi socha. Chhabiwala nahi. Us stree ki khaas mayusi jisne saaf naam rakha aur mehsoos kar rahi hai naam khisakta hai jab nitamb abhi bhi usse mil rahe hain. 

Usne cheekh nikal di. 

Bhasha nahi thi. Ek kachchi, oonchi, vishwasghat wali awaz, phir uski apni awaz lajja liye peeche daudi. 

“Nahi—nahi—main nahi chahti thi— aahhhh—” 

“Yahi hai.”  

“Main khud se mayus hoon. Uuuhhhhhh—sun rahe ho? Main unke saamne aisi nahi sunna chahti thi.” 

“Tum us stree jaisi suni jo us ling par bikhar rahi ho jo chaukhat mein nahi. Itna hi.” 

“Samapt karo. Kripya. Main tasveer aur tumhe ek saath nahi le sakti aahhh Viveeeekkk ooohhhhhhh” 

“Tum dono le rahi ho. Isliye kaanp rahi ho.”