Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

Main kaan ke yantra lagaye ling mal raha tha. Kamra chhota tha. Apni saans sun sakta tha. 


“Main— main chal raha hoon. Sidhiyan. Barish. Itna hi.” 

“Tum haanf rahe ho.” 

“Jaldi chala. Maine kaha ghar par nahi hoon.” 

“Maine ghar ki taar-rekha par bulaya. Phir unke chalte doorbhash par. Abhi bhi kuch nahi. Woh theek hain?” 

Doosri rekha par, us kaan se jo pita par nahi tha, Maa ne ek kachcha aahhhh chhoda jab Vivek ne kamar neeche kheench li. 

Maine nigala. 

“Unhe achha samay bit raha hai,” maine kaha, phir suna yeh kaise baitha aur zabardasti vyakhya kheenchi taaki asli tasveer na nikal jaye. 

“Matlab— thaki hui thin. Kaha jaldi soengi. Ghar shant hai. Barish tez hai. Shayad doorbhash chup kar diya. Kal subah milana. Uthaengi jab… jab khuli hon.” 

“Tumne achha samay kaha.” 

“Matlab jab main nikla to pareshan nahi thin. Jane ko kaha. Itna hi kaha.” 

“Tumhari awaz ajeeb hai.” 

“Sambandh. Barish. Unhe bataunga tumne bulaya. Kal. Aaj raat baar-baar mat bajana. Unhe lagega tumhe kuch ho gaya.” 

Woh ek pal chup rahe. 

“Theek hai. Kal. Is thand mein bahar lambe mat rehna.” 

“Nahi rahunga.” 

Maine kaat diya aur turant hatheli ki edi ling par aur zor se dabayi kyunki uski awaz unki baat ke liye ruki nahi thi. 

Yahi kathor hissa seedha: ek kaan mein pita se baat, doosre mein maa ko Chacha se chhode jaate suna, aur shareer ne is milaan ko indhan samjha. 

Haanfta isliye tha ki sahla raha tha, sidhiyon se nahi. Unhe “achha” samay isliye kaha kyunki sach yeh tha ki aisa samay bit raha tha jo vivahit stree ko saat aahvan uthana bhula de. 

Ise neend aur khamoshi ka libas pehnaya taaki yeh na kehna pade: woh Vivek par baithi hai, jaanghen uski jaanghon se thapak rahi hain, aur abhi bhi nahi maanti use achha lag raha. 

Shayankaksh mein baatchit komal nahi hui. 

“Woh kampan kiska tha?” Vivek ne poocha. Uska doorbhash fars h ke kapde mein kahin gunj raha tha. “Phir wahi?” 

“Unki baat mat karo jab tum— aahhhh—jab tum mere andar ho.” 

“Main uski patni ke andar hoon. Uska naam pehle se kamre mein hai.” 

“Maine nahi uthaya. Yeh tumhare liye kaafi hona chahiye. Uuuhhhhhh—ise vijay-chinh mat banao.” 

“Yeh vijay-chinh hai. Achhi stree pati ko nazarandaaz karti hai kyunki yoni vyast hai.” 

“Chup raho. Aahhhh—main koi vijay-chinh nahi.” 

“Phir ek ki tarah sawari mat karo.” 







Usne dheema karne ki koshish ki. Main ne koshish suni: thapon ke beech lamba antar. Phir uske haathon ne kamar par antar phir band kar diya. Woh tez karahi, apni hi awaz ke aakaar se mayus. 

“Aahhhh—maine kaha itna tez nahi.” 

“Tumhara shareer usi pal tez ho jata hai jab main chhodta hoon. Main sirf tumse mil raha hoon.” 

“Tum nahi mil rahe. Tum kheench rahe ho.” 

“Main woh dikha raha hoon jo tumne shuru kiya. Tum upar baith gayi. Yahi anavaran hai. Shant maa wala natak is kon par nahi bachta.” 

“Main abhi bhi maa hoon. Uuuhhhhhh—woh mat chheeno.” 

“Main tumhara patni-charitra nahi chheen raha. Woh jhoot chheen raha hoon ki tum geeli nahi hoti.” 

“Veshyayon se behtar,” usne phir kaha, lagbhag khud se, jaise tulna itni achhi lagi ho ki chhodni na ho. “Woh uchhal naqli karti hain. Tum uchhal chhupati ho aur phir bhi imandaar nikal aati hai.” 

“Maine kaha mat tulo. Aahhhh—unse behtar nahi banna chahti. Ise khatam chahti hoon.” 

“Agar khatam chahti to uthkar khadi ho jaati. Abhi us par baithi ho. Yahi akela parikshan maayne rakhta hai.” 

Main yatri-griha ke palang par pada raha, mutthi chalti, kaan ke yantra us parikshan se bhare. Maanti nahi thi. Chup rehne ko kehti. Veshyayon ke bagal na rakhne ko kehti. 

Kehti yeh vivah ka shayankaksh hai. 

Aur apna bojh us par girati rahi, jaangh se jaangh, geeli aur tez, kyunki sambhog itna meetha ho chuka tha ki dimaag ka vivahit hissa ab gaadi nahi chala raha tha. 

Jangli hissa chala raha tha. Pavitra hissa usi pal haar raha tha, kavita ki tarah nahi, us stree ki tarah jo abhi bhadra dikhna chahti ho jab uska apna taal use pakad le. 

Maine kaatkar seedha ling par wapas gaya. 

Haath mein koi viram nahi tha. Pita ki awaz abhi sir mein thi aur Maa ki awaz kaan ke yantra mein, aur dono milkar mujhe naram nahi, aur zor se sahlaate the. 

Yeh seedhi baat hai. Main yatri-griha ke palang par tha, patloon khuli, mutthi geeli, apne ghar ko aise sunta jaise koi ganda chalit-chitra jiski keemat di ho. 

Prasaran par woh abhi upar thi aur gehraai par chekhne lagi. 

“Aahhhh—bahut ooncha lag raha hai—Vivek—uuuhhhhhh—jab aage aaun to kamar neeche mat kheencho—” 

“Yahi jagah hai,” usne kaha. “Isliye tum tez ho.” 

“Tez hoon kyunki bahut zyada hai. Aahhhh—pet bhara lagta hai. Haath hatao.” 

“Haath hataun to bhi tum us par girti ho. Maine teen baar dekha.” 

“Chup raho. Uuuhhhhhh—bas samapt karo. Main tum par bahut der se hoon.” 

Phir sawari mein ek alag awaz mili. Thap nahi. Ek chhoti, geeli ghumti awaz, aur uski awaz aise badli jo yoni se nahi thi. 

Yahi tarika tha jisse main jaana uski beech wali ungli uske gude ke aas-paas mal rahi thi. 

Seedha kahunga. Jab purush stree ke neeche ho aur woh uchal rahi ho, haath aksar kamar ya nitamb par hote hain. Agar ek ungli gaal se hatkar dono gaalon ke beech ke sakht chhed ko ghumne lage, do baat hoti hain. 

Ek: karahna teekha aur zyada chakit ho jata hai, kyunki woh chhed chhue jaane ka aadi nahi. Do: woh jagah ka naam leti hai. Usne liya. 

“Aahhhh—wahan se ungli hatao. Vivek. Wahan nahi. Uuuhhhhhh—woh tumhare liye nahi.” 

“Andar nahi daal raha. Sirf bahar mal raha hoon. Naram. Garam. Band jaise tumne kabhi kisi ko kholne nahi diya.” 

Main yatri-griha mein hans pada. Awaz kathor nikli. 

Hansa kyunki meri bhadra maa, jo band snaangrih ke darwazon par daantti thi, Vivek par baithi use keh rahi thi gude se ungli hatao. 

Hansi chot thi. Uski bhi thi jo itna aage nikal chuka ho ki nirdosh dikhana bacha na ho. 

“Naram lagti hai,” usne kaha. “Tumhara guda usse naram hai jo main ek vivahit stree ka sochta. Raste mein baal nahi. Sirf sakht chamdi. Har baar jab baithti ho yeh meri ungli ko wapas dhakelti hai.” 

“Iski baat mat karo. Aahhhh—hatao. Maine yeh nahi diya.” 

“Yoni bhi nahi di thi. Phir bhi mere paas hai.” 

“Woh alag hai. Uuuhhhhhh—peeche maila hai. Wahan ungli mat rakho.” 

“Maila woh shabd hai jo log tab istemal karte hain jab dar ho naya ehsaas pasand aa jaye. Main sirf ghumata hoon. Mehsoos ho raha hai?” 

“Ho raha hai. Aahhhh—mehsoos nahi karna chahti. Hatao.” 

Usne ungli andar dhakelne ki koshish ki. 

Gayi nahi. 

Maine use karahte suna aur use uchalte, phir usne nitamb ki baat khulkar kahi. 

“Tumhara nitamb bahut bada hai. Gaal haath dhak lete hain. Chhed mil jata hai lekin jab dabata hoon, sakht chhed ungli ko bagal fenk deta hai. Ruko.” 

“Uske liye nahi rukungi. Aahhhh—Vivek, main gambhir hoon. Andar nahi.” 

“Andar ja hi nahi raha. Yeh gaal raste mein hain. Bhaari. Yahi hota hai baithne, pakane aur poori peeth par sadi bandhne ke varshon se. Dekhne mein sunder. Us ungli ke liye bura jo pravesh chahe.” 

“Phir koshish band karo. Uuuhhhhhh—aage ling istemal karo aur samapt karo. Ek raat ke liye itna paap kaafi hai.” 

Woh chahti thi woh jaldi gire. Yeh hissa aasan hai. Agar gire, raat ka ant ho. Khadi ho, dhoye, dikha sake kamra phir sirf kamra hai. Woh aur anand chahta tha. 

Yeh bhi aasan hai. Jo purush vivahit stree ka intezaar kar chuka ho, pehli lambe chudai das minat mein nahi khatam karni chahta. 

Woh kheenchta hai. Sthiti badalta hai. Ungli wahan rakhta hai jahan usne na kaha taaki woh shareer mein rahe aur sirf patni bankar tair na jaye. 

“Jab chaahun gir sakta hoon,” usne kaha. “Chun raha hoon na girun. Tumhari yoni abhi choos rahi hai. Jaldi ke ek chhoot par kyun barbaad karun?” 

“Kyunki maine maanga. Aahhhh—kyunki taangein kaanp rahi hain. Kyunki yeh kal samjhane se aage nikal chuka hai.” 

“Kal is palang par nahi hai.” 

Usne use khada kiya. 

Maine suna gadda unka bojh khoya, uske pair fars h par lage, uska karahna khadi hansphun ban gaya. 

Jab mota ling nikalta hai, ek geeli awaz aati hai, phir stree ki awaz ek pal khali padti hai kyunki khichav chala jata hai. Phir usne use hilaaya. 

“Deewar ki taraf.” 

“Kyun. Uuuhhhhhh—mushkil se khadi hoon.” 

“Kyunki tumhe seedha chahta hoon. Haath deewar par. Nitamb bahar.” 

Main jaanta tha deewar ki taraf hai chahe dikha nahi. Vyakhya seedhi hai. Shayankaksh ka yantra almari ke kareeb tha, jo khidki wali deewar par hai, dwar wali nahi. Jab boli, awaz aise unchi jaise kandhe par maari ho, chhoti aur kareeb. Uski awaz peeche se aayi. 

Pankha uske munh ke saamne tik-tik karta, palang ke oopar nahi. Yeh kamre ki awazen thin jinme main pala. Unhone naksha bataya. 

Phir dhakel phir shuru hui, tez. 

Peeche se khade hona alag yantra hai. Woh taangen istemal kar sakta hai. Nitamb pakadkar de mar sakta hai. Isliye tez, kathor taal suna—thap-thap-thap—chamdi par chamdi, gadda nigalne ko nahi. 

Tez chhod raha tha kyunki palang se utarke taza tha aur kyunki deewar stree ko kam nikaas deti hai. Ya to wapas dhakel sakti hai ya ghutne taan sake. 

Main jaanta tha use maza aa raha kyunki usne wapas dhakela. 








Jo stree sirf khatam chahti hai, nitamb mar jaate hain aur wait karti hai. Jo kuch nikal rahi hoti hai, dhakel se milti hai. Main ne uska nitamb usme wapas thapakte suna, sirf lena nahi. 

Vivek ne bhi yahi wajah se jaana, aur ek aur: woh aur geeli ho gayi. Yeh suna jaata hai. Machmach tez ho jaati hai. Sarak aasan. Sookhi stree chipchipi, rokne wali awaz karti hai. Woh sookhi nahi thi. 

“Tumhe yeh achha lag raha hai,” usne kaha. 

“Nahi. Aahhhh—khadi isliye hoon ki tumne yahan khada kiya.” 

“Tum us par peeche aa rahi ho. Yahi pasand hai. Tumhari yoni ne palak jhapkai. Yeh bhi pasand hai.” 

“Chup raho. Uuuhhhhhh—ghutne chale jayenge.” 

“Phir taan lo. Chahta hoon har dhakel mehsoos karo jab us deewar ko dekho jise bees varsh se ghoor rahi ho.” 

Ek pal main ne chumme sune. 

Ek halka nahi. Dhakelon ke beech geele munh ki awazen. Yahi se jaana peeche se chhodte hue woh bhi chum rahi thi. Agar sirf woh chumta, ek-tarfa lepan sunta aur woh munh pherne ki koshish. 

Jo suna do munh the, uska karahna uske munh mein jata, phir nikalta. 

Log khade sambhog mein tab chumte hain jab yoni ka ehsaas chehra murkh kar de. Abhi maanti nahi thi. Chumme ne uski jagah maan liya. 

“Koi lajja nahi,” usne uske khilaf kaha. “Tumhara pati rel par hai ya yaan par ya jahan bhi ho, tumhe bula raha hai, aur tum mere ling par karah rahi ho meri jeebh munh mein liye.” 

“Aahhhh—chumte hue yeh mat kaho.” 

“Aur bura kahunga. Tumne is ghar mein ekstra chaabi wale purush ko aane diya aur ab tumhari apni jaangh se tapak raha hai. Achhi patni dwar par chekhti. Tum palang par chekhi.” 

“Maine jaane ko kaha tha. Uuuhhhhhh—” 

“Munh se kaha. Yoni ne rok liya. Is kamre mein lajja bachi nahi siway us ke jo tumhe aur geela karti hai.” 

“Mere paas lajja hai. Isliye khatam chahti hoon.” 

“Jo lajja wapas chumti hai, lajja nahi. Woh bhookh hai jo sir mein sadi pehne ho.” 

Woh hukum deta raha jab dhakelta raha. 

“Haath deewar par oonche karo. Kamaan banao. Yeh nitamb mat chhupao. Jab gehra jaye mera naam kaho. Unka nahi. Mera.” 

“Vivek—aahhhh—Vivek— yeh sthiti nahi thaam pati—” 

“Thaamo. Meethi yoni. Meethi jaise bachaakar rakhhi gayi phir atipak gayi. Mehsoos karta hoon tum jakadti ho jab ganda kehta hoon. Phir karo.” 

“Jaan-bujhkar nahi jakad rahi.” 

“Jaan-bujhkar hi. Jab karahna rokne ki koshish karti ho deewaren kas jaati hain. Yahi nishani hai.” 

Lagbhag do ghante ho chuke the. Jaanta tha doorbhash ki ghadi se aur isliye ki barish ne irada nahi badla. Ek ghar mein pehli raat do ghante chhodna lambe hote hain. 

Maanspeshi thakte hain. Yoni geeli rehti hai agar uska man ho. Uski geeli rahi. Yeh kavita nahi. Yeh snehan hai jo sookhta nahi jab dimaag abhi vivad kare. 

“Phir jakad rahi ho,” usne kaha. “Mere ling ke aas-paas sakht chhalle jaise doohna chahti ho.” 








“Nahi. Aahhhh—shareer tab karta hai jab tum bahut gehra jaate ho. Yeh pratikriya hai.” 

“Khud se jhoot bolti ho. Pratikriya do ghante taal nahi rakhti. Anand rakhta hai.” 

Woh jakad seedha yeh batati thi ki anand le rahi thi: jo yoni ho raha se nafrat kare, kas kar dardnak tarah band ho jaati hai aur stree khisakne ki koshish karti hai. 

Jo aur chahe, dhakel ke saath pakadti aur chhodti hai, jaise mutthi jo jaane na dena chahe. 

Uski pakad rahi thi. Usne pratikriya kaha. Usne jhoot kaha. Maine wahi kaha jo usne, kyunki peeche khichte geela kheenchaav sun sakta tha. 

Kabhi nahi socha tha Maa itni jaldi is tarah ke sambhog se prem kar baithengi doosre purush ke vishal ling ko andar liye. Prem kathor shabd hai. Matlab uske shareer ne khiche jaane ka swad seekh liya aur thooka nahi. 

Pita ne kabhi aise nahi chhoda. Bina zyada andaze ke kah sakta hoon kyun. Woh aise purush hain jo thakkar aate hain, shanti chahte hain, sambhog ko chhota vivah-kartavya samajhte hain. Ganda nahi bolte. 

Doosre ghante stree ko deewar se lagaaye khada nahi rakhte. Itna lamba karahne nahi dete ki karahna aadat ban jaye. Stree poora vivah thodi jakdi reh sakti hai agar koi us jakdan ko kabhi na chhode. 

Vivek woh kaam kar raha tha. Mujhe us par tedha garv hua, us putra ka garv jisne chaabiyan de di thin aur ab parinaam sun raha tha. Yeh beemar garv hai. Phir bhi hua. 

“Khadi nahi reh pati,” usne kaha. “Aahhhh—jaanghen khatam. Pair sunn. Chhodo to gir jaungi.” 

“Phir mere ling par giro. Fars h par mat giro.” 

“Thak gayi hoon, Vivek. Uuuhhhhhh—peeth kas gayi. Deewar se kalaiyan dard karti hain. Samapt karo.” 

“Thakaan bhi jakadti hai. Ek aur sthiti wait kar sakta hoon.” 








Maine pyaliyan girti sunin. 

Bagal ki mez ki koi cheez—pani ki pyali, shayad woh chhoti dhatu-katori jo palang ke kareeb rakhti—kinare se utri aur kaisi par phooti. 

Dhamaka barish ke neeche bhi teekha tha. Woh dar se aur dhakel se ek saath chekhi. 

“Aahhhh—pyali—rehne do—dekhne mat ruko—nahi, wait, matlab aur gandagi mat failao—uuuhhhhhh—Vivek, kripya, padosi samjhenge koi ghus aaya—” 

“Barish pyali se tez hai. Koi nahi aata.” 

“Kripya dheeme. Binti hai. Taangein khatam. Kamra ganda. Kal subah pati ko tooti pyali samjhani hogi.” 

“Yeh samjhana ki itni zor se chhodi gayi ki pyali giri. Yahi sachcha path hai.” 

“Woh path nahi likhungi. Aahhhh—bas giro. Samapt karke jao oooohhh uuhhhhhh” 

Usne kehna shuru kiya ki girna chahta hai. 

Purush yeh tab kehte hain jab kareeb hon aur tab bhi jab stree ko kaam ki ghabrahat deni ho. Ghabrahat yoni kasati hai. Dono istemal kiye. 

“Tumhe bharunga.” 

“Mat. Aahhhh—andar mat girna. Nikaalo. Gambhir hoon. Yeh jokhim nahi le sakti.” 

“Tumhara garbhashay jokhim-baat nahi sun raha.” 

“Vivek—uuuhhhhhh—andar nahi. Dhoungi. Prarthana karungi. Jo chaho karungi. Andar nahi.” 

“Tum ‘andar nahi’ aise karah rahi ho jaise doosri striyan ‘aur gehra’ karahteen.” 

“Woh nahi karah rahi. Cheta rahi hoon. Aahhhh—jab giro to nikaal lena.” 

Ek aur baat hui, jo suchi mein nahi thi: usne nitamb ke aas se haath ghumaakar do ungliyon se yoni-shikhar malna shuru kiya jab khade-khade chhodta raha. Yeh aam chaal hai aur iska saaf uddeshya. Ling andar lagta hai. 








Ungliyan bahar bindu par lagti hain. Saath milkar stree ko dono alag cheezon se tez karwaati hain. 

Maine uski awaz aahhhh ki ladi mein toot-te suni jise kaat nahi saki. Nafrat thi ki kaat nahi saki. Yahi anand tha jis par hastakshar nahi karti. 

“Munh kholo,” usne baad mein kaha, abhi peetta. “Jeebh par girna chahta hoon.” 

“Nahi. Nahi choosungi. Munh mein nahi lungi. Aahhhh—yeh bahut zyada hai.” 

“Phir yoni mein girunga. Fars h par kheenchkar barbaad nahi karunga. Yeh bhaar tumhare andar ya jeebh par ka hai. Chuno.” 

“Yeh nyayi chunav nahi.” 

“Yahi akela chunav hai. Ghanton se andar hoon. Angochhe par veerya nahi barbaad karunga.” 

Usne chirchira shor kiya. Mohak nahi. Chirchira jaise us stree ka jiske paas saaf vikalp khatam. 

“Theek. Uuuhhhhhh—theek. Andar nahi. Main— main munh istemal karungi. Munh mein bhar dena, par sir mat dhakelna. Aur karte hue veshyayon ki baat mat karna.” 

“Phir ghum jao.” 

Antarik yantra—prasaran—mar gaya. 

Static, phir kuch nahi. Main yatri-griha ke palang par itni jaldi uth baitha ki pet kas gaya. Chhoti, kaamuk gusse se bhar gaya. 

Phir kareeb tha. Uski haar ki awaz chahta tha. Awaz khona aisa laga jaise kisi ne antim drishya se pehle chalit-chitra bujha diya ho. 

Jo saste bina-taar tantra ke saath karte ho wahi kiya. Doorbhash ki rekhaen dekhin. Upkaran band-khola. Thaile mein grahak-peti ki bagal thapki. 

Yatri-griha ki khidki tak gaya jaise deewar se door honese doosri gali ka sanket sudhre. 

Wait kiya, saans ke neeche gaali deta, mutthi abhi ling par jaise murkh sochta ho pakde rakhne se raat na khatam hogi. 

Lagbhag paanch minat baad rekha phir jakdi. 

Is baar thap nahi suni. 

Choosna suna. 

Vishal, geeli, saaf munh ki awazen. Vinamra chumma nahi. Honthon ka ling ke aas-paas ghana kheenchaav, thook, ek ubkaai jo chhupane ki koshish, uske oopar uski saans, kabhi-kabhi daba karahna jab jeebh par kaanpta. 

Do ghante ki chudai us cheez par khatam hui jise qasam khaayi thi nahi karegi, aur kaan ke yantra usse bhar gaye jab main kiraye ke palang par baitha aur phir sahlaane laga apni maa ki awaz par jo dekh rahi thi veerya yoni mein na gire.