Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

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Maine veerya isliye giraaya kyunki ashraddha toot gayi. Yahi saaf vivaran hai. Jab tak main khud se keh sakta tha ki sangharsh sun raha hoon, dikha sakta tha ki sirf ek bhool ka gawah hoon. 


Cheekh koi bhool-awaz nahi thi. Woh meri maa ki awaz thi jo apne hi shareer se haar rahi thi jab parivaar ki tasveer uske chehre se do fut door baithi thi. 

Yeh gyan meri reedh se garmi ki tarah utra. Maine takiye mein daant gaadkar giraaya, kamar uchalti us palang par jo hamara nahi tha, haanfata jaise dauda hoon. Woh use chhod raha tha jab woh abhi jhuki thi. 








Kaan ke yantra lage rahe. Yahi uski nirlajjata thi. Main samapt ho chuka tha aur ghar ki raat mere saath samapt nahi hui. 

Main geela aur kaanpta pada raha aur Vivek ko woh istemal karte sunta raha jise mere pita apna samajhte the. 

Maine kabhi nahi socha tha woh doosre purush ke liye karhegi. Aise nahi. Mere sir mein patniyan ek band vyavastha thin. 

Uski awaz ka badlav sunna hi tha jisse main jaana ki use maza aa raha hai chahe shabd se inkaar karti rahe. 

Shuru mein uske karahne chakit the, kaate hue, vivad kiye hue. Ab unme gol, taalmaya bojh tha. Woh samay par aate. 

Usne peeche ghurekar Chacha Vivek ko dekha aur uski nazar uski thi jo tript thi aur bhaybhit isliye ki woh kitni zor se use chhod raha hai. 








Karahne neeche chale jaate jab woh gehra jata aur oonche ho jaate uski yoni mein ya jab phir nitamb par thappar maarta. 

Anand shuru ho chuka tha. Jab tumne kisi stree ki banavati vinay suni ho to sun sakte ho vinay kab utar gayi. Uski utar gayi thi. Bas sweekarokti par hastakshar nahi karti thi. 

“Idhar aao,” Vivek ne geeli thap ke ek daur baad kaha. “Upar. Mere oopar. Main chahta hoon tum is ling par peshewar kulta ki tarah sawari karo.” 

“Nahi. Aahhhh—mujhe yeh mat karwao.” 

“Main nahi karwa raha. Main tumhe hila raha hoon. Tum kaafi der ghutnon par rahi. Main woh chehra dekhna chahta hoon jo maanta nahi.” 

“Agar main upar baithungi to hilna padega. Main aise nahi hilna chahti. Woh— uuuhhhhhh—woh main karungi.” 

“Tum peeth se kar hi rahi thi. Ab khuli aankhon se karogi.” 

“Mujhe laga tum na karogi,” maine soone yatri-griha se kaha, murkhata se, jaise woh sun sake. Laga na karegi kyunki upar baithna ek tarah ki sweekarokti hai. 

Stree khud se keh sakti hai use le liya gaya jab woh jhuki ho. Upar use uthna aur girna padta hai. Isliye mujhe ladayi ki ummeed thi. 

Main ne cheezen hilti sunin. 

Gadda. Uska ghutna. Ek hansphun jab use ghumaaya aur kheencha. Ek mrit hawa ka pal jisme socha, praman ke viruddh, ki woh khadi ho gayi aur ise khatam kar diya. 

Phir thap-thap wapas aayi. 

Alag thap. Pehle dheemi. Beech mein bhaari. Us stree ki awaz jo us purush par baith rahi ho jo pehle se uske andar hai, phir paati hai ki us par baithna usse gehra girav hai jitna usne socha tha. 

“Aahhhh—ruko—aise yeh bahut zyada hai—” 

“Yeh tum mere oopar ho, Shobha. Doosre purush ki patni us vastu par sawari kar rahi ho jise ghar se nikalne ko kaha tha.” 

“Main sawari ke liye nahi baithi. Baithi kyunki tumne kheencha. Uuuhhhhhh—ise sawari mat kaho.” 

“Phir hilo mat.” 

Woh hili. Koi pradarshan nahi. Woh chhoti, asahay milaan jo shareer karta hai jab bahut bhara ho aur saans ka rasta dhoondna pade. 

Kamaanen naya taal uthane lagin. Main yatri-griha ke palang par pada raha, khali aur phir bhi sunta, aur samjha uski awaz kyun badli thi uska aakhiri tukda. 

Woh vaakyon se inkaar kar sakti thi, samapt karke jaane ki binti kar sakti thi, tasveer aur kulta shabd aur nitamb ke thappar se nafrat kar sakti thi—aur phir bhi jo taal mere kaan ke yantra se aaya. 

Us stree ka taal jo dheere, bina kisi ghoshna ke, apne hi ghar mein galat purush ka anand lene lagi thi. 

Nayi awaz pehle sab se alag thi. 

Meri maa ab us par sawari kar rahi thi. Jab stree upar hoti hai, use hi nitamb uthane aur girane padte hain. 

Gurutva use girane mein madad karta hai. Jaanghon ko phir uthana padta hai. Isliye yeh sthiti munh-saamne ya peeth-dikhaye se zyada batati hai. Unme woh khud se keh sakti hai sirf le rahi hai. 

Is tarah ke sambhog mein “niyantran” ka seedha matlab yahi hai: taal woh chunti hai. Agar dard zyada ho to uth sakti hai. 

Agar achha lage to aur zor se baith sakti hai. Agar wahi rahe aur uchalti rahe, to woh bhag le rahi hai. Main chakit tha kyunki intezaar kar raha tha ki utar kar ise band kare. 

Jab sambhog itna meetha ho, bahut striyan vivah ka hisab usi pal chhod deti hain jab unka yoni-shikhar purush ke shareer par ragarne lage. Vade subah ke liye reh jaate hain. 

Raat is baat ki ho jaati hai ki kitni bhari mehsoos ho rahi hai. Main jaanta tha use achha lag raha hai kyunki woh upar thi aur utri nahi. Pasand karna aur maanna ek nahi. 

Woh abhi patni ki tarah bolti thi. Nitamb us stree ki tarah bolte the jise ek taal mil gaya ho jo khona nahi chahti. 

“Aahhhh—kamar aise mat pakdo.” 

“Pakad raha hoon kyunki tum dhashti ho aur phir dikhati ho irada nahi tha,” Vivek ne kaha. “Tum mujhe chhod rahi ho, Shobha. Kaho.” 

“Main baithi hoon. Itna hi. Uuuhhhhhh—tumne yahan kheencha.” 








“Maine yahan kheencha. Hilna tumne shuru kiya. Yeh do alag kaam hain. Doosra tumhara hai.” 

“Chup raho. Aahhhh—bas chup raho aur mujhe— mujhe ise paar karne do.” 

“Paar karo.” Usne uske neeche hansaa. “Tum kamar ghumati ho. Yeh paar karna nahi. Yeh mujhe istemal karna hai.” 

Unki jaanghen takrane lagin. 

Is sthiti mein ek aur baat hoti hai aur samajhna aasan hai. Uski andar ki jaanghen girte hue uski kamar aur bahar ki jaanghon par thapakti hain. 

Agar geeli ho to thap sookhi nahi. Chipchipi taali hai. Do jodi jaanghen baar-baar milti hain. 

Main woh taali barish ke through bhi saaf suna, kyunki maas logon ke sochne se tez hota hai jab kapda bacha nahi. 

“Sun rahi ho?” usne kaha. “Yeh tumhari taangein meri se takra rahi hain. Vivahit jaanghen. Bhaari. Naram. Kaam karti.” 

“Meri taangon ka bayan mat karo. Nnnhhh—aahhhh—” 

“Kyun. Woh ganda kaam kar rahi hain. Woh mota nitamb utha rahi hain aur tumhari yoni mujh par gira rahi hain.” 

“Vivek. Baat band karo. Uuuhhhhhh—maine kaha tha doosri sthiti mein samapt karo.” 

“Aur phir tum us par baith gayi. Isliye ab is sthiti ki baat karte hain.” 

Usne nirlajj prashn poochhe jaise purush tab poochhta hai jab aakhir ek ijjatdar stree nangi us par hil rahi ho aur use munh se sach chahiye ho. 

“Kya tumhara murkh pati kabhi tumhe upar baithata hai?” 

“Nahi. Aahhhh—nahi. Main uske saath yeh nahi karti aahah ah ah ah uh uh” 

“Kyun nahi.” 

“Kyunki nirlajj dikhta hai. Kyunki uska chehra dekhna padta. Uuuhhhhhh—kyunki kabhi nahi chahti thi bhookhi dikhun.” 

“Tum mera chehra dekh rahi ho.” 








“Main deewar dekh rahi hoon.” 

“Behtar jhoot bolo. Tumhari aankhein baar-baar wahan girti hain jahan hum jude hain. Main mehsoos karta hoon tum ghur rahi ho kitna main tumhare andar gayab ho jata hoon.” 

“Aahhhh—dekhna bahut zyada hai. Is kon se tum mujhe khich rahe ho.” 

“Isliye ki jab tum baithti ho to poora leti ho. Peeth-dikhaye main gehraai chhupa sakta tha. Upar tumhara apna bojh ise andar khilata hai. Isliye pet tak mehsoos hota hai.” 

Is sthiti mein aksar ek aur baat hoti hai: stree bina sikhaye apna yoni-shikhar dhoondh leti hai. Woh thoda aage jhukti hai taaki yoni ka agla hissa uske shareer se ragre jab woh andar ho. 

Ise “milaan” kah sakti hai. Sirf milaan nahi. Yeh extra chingari ka peechha hai. 

Jab usne woh jhukav paya main ne saans badalti suni. Karahna do pal ke liye chakit se lalchi ho gaya, phir usne use shikayat mein kheenchne ki koshish ki. 

“Aahhhh—mujhe aise mat dekho.” 

“Kaise.” 

“Jaise jeet gaye ho.” 

“Jeet gaya hoon. Tum apne pati ke palang par doosre purush par sawari kar rahi ho aur itni geeli ho ki main sun sakta hoon jab tum girti ho.” 

“Chup raho. Kripya. Uuuhhhhhh—agar aise kehte rahe to kal yaad rahega.” 

“Yaad to rahega hi. Jab rasoi jaogi to yoni khuli lagegi.” 

Usne uttar ke bajay karaha, ek lamba aahhhh jisne use pakad liya. 

Main jaanta tha uska jangli hissa khul raha hai kyunki awazen savdhan nahi rahin. Savdhan stree awaz chhoti karti hai. Ant kaat deti hai. 

Ek zyada jangli stree karahne ko dhakel ki poori lambai tak daudne deti hai. Uska daudne laga. Yeh kavita nahi. Yeh woh gala hai jo khud ki nigraani chhod chuka ho. 

Uske saath hi kuch aur bhi chhoot raha tha: woh hissa jo varshon se dikhata raha jaise usme kaamuk bhookh hi na ho. 

Sambhog ki bhookh ki ek awaz hoti hai. Zyada geeli. Kam vinamra. Munh “chup raho” kehte hue bhi shareer se sahmati karti hai. 

Phir thap-thap vishal ho gayi. 

Main samajh gaya kyun. Usne dono haath uski kamar par rakhkar use tez girane mein madad shuru ki. Jab purush aisa karta hai, sirf isliye nahi thaamta ki gir na jaye. 

Woh uski nitambon ko mutthi ki tarah istemal karta hai. Thoda uthata hai aur zor se neeche kheenchta hai taaki woh dheeme, bhadra taal mein chhup na sake. 

Palang ne bhaari, dohraate dhamake se jawab diya. Lakdi. Kamaanen. Do shareer. Barish dhak nahi saki. 








“Aahhhh—aahhhh—bahut tez—” 

“Tum tez le sakti ho. Tum is nitamb aur is yoni ke saath janmi ho. Inhe istemal karo.” 

“Main vivahit stree hoon. Uuuhhhhhh—yeh mera aur mere pati ka shayankaksh hai. Yahan mujhe aisi mat sunwao.” 

“Tum apne vivah ke shayankaksh mein mere ling ko andar liye karah rahi ho. Yahi vaakya hai. Mera nahi. Tumhara. Khud ko suno.” 

“Is kamre par woh shabd mat lagaao aahhhh viveeekkkk ooohhhhhhhh” 

“Vivah ka shayankaksh. Vivah ki chadar. Bagal ki mez par parivaar ki tasveer. Aur tum uchal rahi ho jaise saalon se theek se bhare jaane ka intezaar tha.” 

“Aahhhh—Vivek—” 

“Tum un veshyayon se behtar ho jise main chhod chuka hoon.” 

“Mat— nnnhhh—mujhe veshyayon se mat tulo. Main woh nahi hoon.” 

“Woh hukum par karahteen. Tum karah rahi ho kyunki rok nahi pati. Yeh behtar hai. Ek ijjatdar yoni jo bhool gayi ijjatdar thi, us ladki se keemti hai jisne raat pehle bech di.” 

“Maine kaha mat tulo. Aahhhh—kripya mujhe us suchi mein mat daalo.” 

“Main tumhe unki suchi se nikaal raha hoon. Unhe chhod dunga. Sirf tumhe chhodunga. Pradarshan ki keemat kyun dun jab is ghar mein doosre purush ki patni hai jo ganda bolne par tapakti hai.” 

“Main tumhari veshyayon mein se nahi...ahh.... Uuuhhhhhh main apne pati ki hoon....” 

“Aaj raat tumhari yoni ko yeh sandesh nahi mila.” 

Is tarah ki chudai mein ek aur baat hoti hai: purush andar hote hue bhavishya ki baat shuru karta hai. Yeh daava karne ka tarika hai. 

Woh aise bolta hai jaise raat ek-baari ki bhool na ho. 

Woh “veshyaen chhod dunga” sunti hai aur dimaag jaanta hai khatarnak hai, aur nitamb phir girte hain kyunki ling us jagah lag raha hai jahan soch mehngi padti hai. 

Main ne use aur gehra hote suna. 

Awaz phir badli. Dwar par kam thap, zyada ek ghana, bhara geela shor, jaise hawa ke liye jagah na bachi ho. 

Jab upar baithi stree aage jhukti hai aur purush usi pal kamar neeche kheenchta hai, ling uske ant tak jata hai. 

Use ek bhari, geeli dhamak ki tarah sunte ho, aur uski awaz uchalti sunte ho kyunki dabav jaghan-asthi ke peeche us jagah lagta hai jo bahut zyada lagti hai. 

Isliye woh tez hui. Isliye nahi ki pradarshan ka faisla kiya. Isliye ki andar chup rehne ki jagah nahi bachi. 

Uska pavitra hissa bahut sadharan tarike se tut raha tha. Pavitra sirf mandir aur upvaas nahi. Pavitra yeh aadat hai sochne ki, main achhi patni hoon, main achhi maa hoon, main yeh awazen nahi karti, main us purush par nahi baithti jo pati nahi. 

Har baar jab woh us par girti, woh aadat ek tukda haar jaati. “Achhi patni” ki kahaani poori awaz par nahi chala sakte jab tumhari apni jaanghen kisi aur se thapak rahi hon. 

Kahaani phat-ti hai. Daar se woh stree nikalti hai jo agli dhakel chahti hai chahe munh kahe use chup raho. 

Mera ling yatri-griha ki chadar par phir bada hone laga. 

Main gir chuka tha. Shareer ko parvah nahi. Purush ke samapt hone ke baad ek chhota mrit daur hota hai, phir agar kaan ki awaz kaafi nirlajj ho to rakt wapas aata hai. 

Uske karahne ne kiya. Maas ki thap ne kiya. Main ne phir haath lapeta kyunki prasaran mujhe naram nahi hone de raha tha. 









Main saste takiye mein haanfata raha, kaan ke yantra abhi lage, apni maa ke Vivek par sawari ke taal par khud ko sahlaata, jo vaakya kabhi banana nahi aana chahiye tha. 

“Dekho kaise chhod rahi ho,” usne kaha. “Dheeme jab yaad aata hai lajja hai. Tez jab bhool jaati ho. Main woh pal bata sakta hoon jab bhoolti ho.” 

“Aahhhh—main nahi bhool rahi.” 

“Bhool rahi ho. Munh kehta hai baat band karo. Yoni kehti hai aur gehra.” 

“Chup raho. Uuuhhhhhh—agar bayan karte rahe to nafrat karungi.” 

“Nafrat mere seene par haath rakhkar karo. Ragarate hue nafrat karo. Yeh kaam ki nafrat hai.” 

Phir woh chakit kar dene wali baat hui. Pehle yakeen nahi hua kyunki kamiz istri karne wali maa se mel nahi khati thi. 

Usne pehle kaha. Rukne ki binti nahi. Kon ki binti. 

“Ruko—ruko—aahhhh—agar aise jhukun to ragadta hai. Jab jhukun to neeche mat kheencho. Bahut zyada ho jata hai.” 

Yahi chot thi. Jo stree sirf seh rahi ho woh ragad ke niyam nahi deti. 

Jo ehsaas ka peechha kar rahi ho deti hai. Abhi bhi nahi maanti thi use achha lag raha. Use chetavani ka libas pehnaya. Chetavani ek naksha thi. Usne naksha istemal kiya. 

“To ragadta hai. Achha. Yeh tumhara yoni-shikhar maan raha hai jo tumhara dharma nahi maanta.” 

“Isme dharma mat lao. Nnnhhh—aahhhh—” 

“Phir nitambon se prarthana mat karo.” 

Mera doorbhash phir jaga. 

Mere pita bula rahe the. 

Ghanti bajne deni chahiye thi. Uthaya kyunki murkh tha, doshi tha, aur jhoot mein aadha ghusa tha. 

“Haan.” 

“Tumhari awaz aisi kyun hai? Aur mujhe jaise kisi stree ke chekhne ki awaz kyun aa rahi hai,” unhone kaha. 

Mujhe pata nahi tha maine kaan ke yantra aur antarik yantra ka awaz-vistaarak itna khol diya tha ki pita ne sun liya. Main chakit tha aur nahi jaanta tha kya karun. 

Kya woh awaz pehchanenge? 

“Tum daud rahe ho? Kahan ho?” mere pita ne poocha. 

Agle prakarana mein jaano maine kya uttar diya.