Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

Pehle awaz mein mehsoos hua, taal mein baad mein: woh chahti thi woh jaldi samapt kare. 


Do ghante ke sambhog ke baad munh ka kaam prem nahi. Yeh stree hai jo niyantran karna chahti hai veerya kahan jaye. Agar munh mein gire to yoni mein na gire. Yahi uska sauda tha. Isliye tez ki. 

Suna choosna chhota aur kasaa hota gaya, kam savdhan, zyada kaam jaisa. Munh-se-chudai mein ek aur kaamuk baat hoti hai aur seedha kahunga. Jab stree thaki ho aur phir bhi “saaf ant” chahti ho, neeche haath rakhti hai aur shir par munh ek saath. 

Mutthi ki geeli dhakel aur honth milkar sirf honthon se jaldi giraate hain. 

Woh dohra shor suna: sarrak, chamdi, sarrak. Woh mutthi se dhakelti choosti rahi. Ise “khatam karna” kehti. Phir bhi ganda suna. 

Phir woh karaha. 

Purush ka girne wala karahna stree ke karahne jaisa nahi. Neeche se aata hai. Seene mein atakta hai. 








Suna woh jakda, suna uske munh ki geeli mohar us par rahi, suna bhaar ka ghana nigalne-sa aarambh jab veerya us jeebh par pada jo wahan nahi chahti thi. 

“Aah—lo—Shobha—mat hatao—” 

Usne uske aas-paas gala-ghuta shor kiya. Shabd nahi. Bhare munh ki awaz. 

“Yahi. Poora. Andar rakho. Raat bhar andar rehne ke baad fars h par mat barbaad karo.” 

Usne ling munh se nikaala. 

Geeli phat suna, phir woh bolne ki koshish veerya jeebh par baithe. Spasht nahi tha. Ghana, bigada, aadhe shabd, aadha thook. 

“Mmnh—Vivek—mat— maine kaha— nnnh—mere—” 

“Mat thookna.” Awaz ab karari thi, baad-awaz. “Himmat na karna thookne ki. Thaame raho. Dekhna chahta hoon jo wada kiya woh rakha.” 

“Maine— mmph—yeh wada nahi—” 

“Munh chuna taaki yoni na bharun. To nigalo. Yahi keemat hai.” 

Phir meethe shabd, jo chaal purush tab chalate hain jab ant ki kathor cheez bina nal tak daude karwani ho. 

“Aaram se. Naak se saans. Bhali. Sirf main hoon. Kathin hissa ho chuka. Neeche bhej do. Bas. Socho mat. Pi lo.” 

Mere sir mein chhaviyan seedhi aur gandi thin. Maa apne shayankaksh mein ghutnon par ya kamar se jhuki, munh Vivek se bhara, barish abhi chhat par, kahin peeche parivaar ki tasveer, pita ke anuttarit aahvan chup doorbhash par dher. 

Soicha: thookegi. Soicha: agar nigal li to raat us tarah poori ho jo saabun nahi mitaata. 

Soicha un chaabiyon ki jo paudhe ke gamle ke neeche chhodi thin. Soicha yatri-griha mein apni mutthi apne ling par aur yeh ki chakit hone ka adhikar nahi. 

Usne sab nigal liya. 

Jaana kyunki geeli baat-awaz bhare munh se gale ki awaz ban gayi. 

Veerya nigalna koi rahasya nahi. Ghutan sunte ho. Baad mein hansphun, kyunki namak aur ghanatva ek pal gala band karte hain. Woh hansphi. Phir ek chhoti khansi, lajjit. 

“Dikhao,” usne kaha. “Munh kholo.” 

“Vivek—” 

“Munh kholo. Dekhna chahta hoon gaya. Vishwas nahi ek vivahit stree snaangrih daudkar nal mein na thooke.” 








Main us hukum ke kaan ke yantra mein rehte hue gir gaya. 

Kaaran uljha nahi. Choosne ke dauran ling mal raha tha. Jab usne kaha munh kholo yeh sabit karne ko veerya nigal liya, dimaag ne aakhiri kundi daba di. 

Apne pet aur yatri-griha ki chadar par gira, kamar uchalti, daant takiye mein taaki us kamre mein na chillaun jo mera nahi. 

Gira kyunki maa ki aakhiri bhadra chhavi prasaran par mar gayi. Yahi saaf kyun. 

Suna munh khola. 

Hawa. Honth khulne ki chhoti geeli awaz. Shabdon ka vivad nahi, sirf ghutan ke baad aagya-palan. 

“Khali,” usne kaha. “Achha. Sab liya. Kaho sab liya.” 

“Liya. Aah—munh tumhara swad hai. Is vaakya se nafrat hai.” 

“Munh sach ka swad hai. Baith jao pehle ghutne jayen.” 

Woh palang par haanfata soya. 

Yahi karte hain do ghante plus ek viram. Shareer tanav giraata hai, phephde pakadne ki koshish. 

Gadda uska bojh leta suna, ek bhaari saans, phir ek aur, pankha us purush par tik-tik karta jisne doosre purush ki patni istemal ki aur ek minat ke liye baat band ki. 

Maa snaangrih gayi. 

Kadam. Kaisi. Nal. Lamba snaan nahi. Munh ki chhoti dhuai, shayad chehra. Phir kadam, shayankaksh wapas. Maine snaangrih ka bina-taar sambandh khola. 








Nal khulne aur ubkaai ki alag awazen saaf thin. Padh saka maa munh dho rahi thi taaki man se munh ki ashuddhata dho de. 

Par vastav mein khud se jhoot bol rahi thi, Chacha Vivek ka veerya nahi dho sakti thi jo abhi nigala. Baad mein shayankaksh wapas gayi aur Chacha Vivek ko abhi nanga palang par haanfata paya. 

“Yahan so nahi sakte,” usne kaha. Awaz bhaari thi. “Utho. Atithi-griha jao. Agar subah beta aaye aur is palang par paaye to koi kahaani nahi. Agar pati jaldi aaye to jeevan nahi.” 

“Barish—” 

“Barish koi gawah nahi jise nyayalay bula sakun. Jao. Peeche se jao. Jo uthane se zyada diya woh de chuki.” 

Usne chuma. Suna. Ab naram, bhookha nahi. Us purush ka chumma jo leke ja raha jo lene aaya tha. 

Phir aage-ya-peeche ka dwar, rasoi-taraf ke risav par bhi dheema, aur woh gaya. 

Palang ki raah usne gaali di. Apne shabd, thake, niji. Khud se baat shuru ki..... 

“Kutta. Chaabi-chor. Tum, mere bete ki madad se. Mere ghar ko naali bana diya. Dwar par chekhna chahiye tha. Doorbhash phenkna chahiye tha. Nigal liya. Kaun si stree nigalti hai. Bhagwan. Kaun si stree.” 

Snaan nahi kiya. 

Jaana kyunki lamba fuhara-sar-sar nahi, na balti-aur-lota wala taal jo hamare ghar mein hamesha hota. Uske gandh mein let gayi. Paseena. Sambhog. Saans par veerya ki khatti-meethi. 

Yoni ki geelapan jo jaanghon par sookh chuki. Patni-chadar par purush-gandh. 

Sone se pehle dho daalne ki parvah nahi. Yeh kavita nahi. 








Yeh thakaan plus woh shareer jo rekha paar kar chuka tha aur do baje saabun se natak karne ki shakti nahi rakhta tha. 

Barish chalti rahi. Main yatri-griha mein prasaran dheeme khula chhodkar so gaya aur der se jaga. 

Agle din uthkar kamra nirdosh dikhaya. Abhi pet ke bal so rahi thi. 








Subah jagte-jagte bhi kamre mein sambhog aur chudai ki gandh thi. 

Us pavitra kaksh mein pichhli raat jo hua itna apavitra tha ki baat bhi nahi karni chahti thi. 

Subah uthna kathin laga kyunki thaki thi, ghrina thi. Phir snaan karke shayankaksh sajane lagi. 

Yeh kaam khaas hai. Saaf dikhti chadar utari, ya palat di. Tooti pyali uthayi. 

Khidki kholi taaki paseene aur sambhog ki gandh nikal jaye. Fars h ke kapde mojhe. 

Palang us tarah banaya jaise patni banati hai: kase kone, takiye lade, vivah phir asbab jaisa. 

Lambe chudai ke baad kamre ka ek roop hota hai—tedha deepak, dagda kapda, gaddhe mein daar jo do shareer kahe. 

Usne woh roop mita diya. Isliye nahi ki pavitra mehsoos kiya. Isliye ki pita aa rahe the aur main aa raha tha aur praman ek bhasha hai jo abhi tez bolti thi. 

Main gyarah aaya. 

Gyarah isliye aaya kyunki yatri-griha ka snaan chahiye tha aur chehra us ladke jaisa chahiye tha jo mitra ke yahan soya ho, uska nahi jisne maa ko veerya nigalte suna ho. 

Gyarah isliye bhi aaya kyunki din-ujale mein ghar se guzarti dekhna tha raat shareer par tiki hai ya nahi. 

Woh shayankaksh mein khud se baat karti. Main dehleez ki daar mein khada raha jaise doorbhash-wali raat, aur suna. Use pata nahi tha. 



“Pati ke palang par purush ko munh istemal karne diya. Bees varsh is ghar mein deepak jalaya aur pichhli raat deewar par karahi. Apne hi ghar ko maila kiya. Unka ghar nahi. Tumhara. Inhi kamron mein pakati ho. Inhi kamron mein beta pala. Aur doosre purush par baithi jaise naam hi na ho. Khud se kaha sirf khatam kar rahi hoon. Us par peeche gayi. Chuma. Nigal liya.” 

Main sunta raha, woh khud ko daantti rahi. 








“Bhadra stree chadar jala deti. Tumne mojhi. Saaf sadi aur gandi yaad leke ghum rahi ho. Lajja ko ghutne taan dene chahiye the. Ulte ghutne khule. Agar gali ne suna to chehra nahi bachega. Agar unhone suna to ghar nahi bachega. Aur phir bhi shareer aakaar yaad rakhta hai. Yahi sabse bura. Paap nahi. Yaad. Tum maa ho. Maa ki tarah chalo. Almari ke saamne khade mat raho jaise haath ke kapde pichhli raat dho denge.” 



Mutthi mein dheeme hans pada. 

Hansa kyunki aalochana ulti disha mein nirlajj thi: gandi tathyon ko poore vaakyon mein gina rahi thi jab blauzen mojh rahi thi. 

Jo stree raat sach-sach mitaana chahe, use khulkar dohraati nahi. Khud ko daant rahi thi aur daant mein har tukda phir chhu rahi thi. 

Jab chali to dekha. 

Neel-harit blauz un bhaari stanon par neeche baithi. Sadi us bade nitamb ko aise jakde jaise kapda us shareer ko jakde jisme bojh ho. Pichhli raat us nitamb par thappar pade the. Chamdi thappar ko garmi ki tarah yaad rakhti hai, phir halki komalta jab baithti ya saya kasata hai. 

Thodi savdhani se chali, ghayal nahi, bas jaanti hui. 

Pallu do baar chhati par kheencha, jo tab karti hai jab dekhi jaati mehsoos ho, chahe nazar sirf uske sir mein ho. Snaangrih ke dwar par ruki aur munh chhua, ek chhoti ponchh, jaise swad abhi bhi ho. 








Yahi chhoti baaten thin jo dikhati thin Vivek ki chudai pasand aa sakti thi chahe gaali deti rahe. 

Jo sirf sehti hai apna munh baar-baar nahi dekhti. Jo sirf sehti hai aise nahi chalti jaise sadi nitambon par achanak bahut imandaar ho. 

Us ghante use maa ki tarah nahi dekha. 

Maa woh hai jo poochhe khaya ya nahi. Saamne wali ek kaamuk deh thi saaf ghar mein, ek raat uthaye hue jo pita ki nahi. 

Jab ek stree ko doosre purush ka veerya nigalte sun lo, maa shabd us par waisa nahi baithta. Yeh kathor hai. Mere sir mein yahi hua. 

Ghar sadharan dikha. 

Isliye koi mail ka naam nahi le sakta tha. Gandh gayi. Pyali gayi. Palang saaf. Rasoi mamuli. 

Deepak apni jagah. Agar paap ka roop hota, use apni khamoshi mein band kar chuki thi. 

Pita dopahar aaye. 

Unka swagat paath-pustak ki patni jaisa kiya. Thaila liya. Rel poochi. 

Kaha barish bhaari thi. Kaha main bahar raha aur der subah lautaa. 

Awaz barabar. Chehra bhojan-mez wala: maujood, thoda thaka, phata nahi. 

Main unke baithte hue andar aaya, to hum teen phir wahi aakaar bane. Putra. Pita. Maa. Dhatu ki thaliyan. 

Chawal. Tarkari. Deewar par panjika ke devata. Agar pichhli raat apraadh-sthal thi, din-ujale ne rang pher diya. 

Unhone khaya. 

Woh udas dikhi. 








Udas aur kshama-yaachak ek nahi. Udas aankhon mein thi aur us tarike mein jaise muh mein bhojan daalti bina swad liye. 

Niwalon ke beech gaal haath par tikati. Roti ka tukda toda aur khana bhool gayi. 

Uttar der se deti, jaise prashn ko pehle pichhli raat se guzarna pade. 

Yeh us sir ke chinh hain jo vicharon se bhara ho. Jo stree deewar, tootti pyali, ek munh-bhar jo nahi lena chahiye tha, dohra rahi ho, dopahar-bhojan par nahi chamkti. 

“Tum chup ho,” pita ne kaha. “Baithne se do poore vaakya nahi kahe. Kya hai?” 

“Barish. Neend achhi nahi. Ghar soona laga.” 

“Soona kaise? Ladka mitra ke yahan tha. Itna hi.” 

“Jaanti hoon. Phir bhi kamre chup hon to achha nahi lagta. Khao. Rel ka bhojan kabhi kaafi nahi.” 

“Kuch hua kya?” 

“Kya hota? Tala lage. Sone chali gayi.” 

Unhone chabaya, use dekhte. 

“Sochi-samjhi dikhti ho. Sirf thaki nahi. Sochi-samjhi.” 

“Peeche khidki ke kareeb risav soch rahi thi. Aur tumhara rakt-chaap. Aur doodh kaafi hai ya nahi. Jab neend na aaye sir koodta hai.” 

“Bahut kood.” 

“Ghar mein stree hoon. Mera sir ek suchi hai.” 

Phir unhone woh kaha jisse mez par pet thanda ho gaya. 

“Kapde badalne gaya. Kursi par phati angiya thi, aur snaan ke kareeb fars h par antarvastra. Kab se aise chhodti ho? Kapda fars h par ho to sabko daantti ho.” 

Woh der tak jaam nahi hui. Jab sach asambhav ho to murkh uttar dene mein tez hai. Yaad hai Chacha Vivek ne pichhli raat angiya aur antarvastra phaadhe the chhodne se pehle. 

“Kaanta tuta. Kaha tha woh blauz kheenchti hai. Chirri aur phenk di. Antarvastra dhulai ke the. Subah jaldbazi mein chhante thi kyunki tumhare aane se pehle kamra achha chahiye tha. Yatra ke baad gandagi mein ghusna na ho.” 

“Kaante se phatna aur aise phatna ek nahi. Khicha hua laga.” 

“Purana dhaga. Sasta. Phenk dungi. Mere antarvastra sipahi ki tarah mat jaancho. Sem khhao.” 

“Nahi jaanch raha. Poochh raha hoon shayankaksh kyun aisa laga jaise kapde ladkar pehne.” 

“Kyunki der se uthi aur beta gyarah aaya aur palang banana tha. Yahi poora natak. Chai chahiye ya angiya ka nyayalay?” 

Woh lagbhag muskuraye, thake, ashankit. 

“Chai. Snaan ke baad. Rel ki gandh hai.” 

Snaan ko gaye. 

Ghar us fuhare-si khamoshi mein gir gaya. Main apne kamre mein tha, dwar zirak. 

Tab khidki par dastak hui. Agla dwar nahi. Raaste wali bagal ki khidki, jise log tab istemal karte hain jab gali ko faatak par na dikhana ho. 

Dekhne gayi, pehle se chirchi, pehle se badbadaati kaanch par chor ki tarah kaun thapthapata hai. 

Phir uski saans atki. Krodh aur chot ek saath. Dekhne ki zaroorat nahi thi kaanch ke us paar ka chehra jaanne ko. 

Chacha Vivek wahan the, hamare aangan mein. 

Din-ujala. Pita snaangrih mein. Putra ghar mein. Aur pichhli raat wala purush kaanch par, jaise raat ko samajh nahi aaya use barish mein rehna tha. 

Maa: Tumhe yahan nahi hona chahiye. Woh subah laut aaye. 

Vivek: Jaanta hoon. Wait kiya jab tak pani suna. 

Maa: Isse behtar nahi, aur bura. Jao. 

Vivek: Pichhli raat ke baad bhi aise baat jaise faatak par ajnabi hoon. 








Khidki se use dekha aur ek pal palak bhi nahi jhapkai. Kaanch par pichhli raat ki barish ka halka lepan abhi tha. 

Peeche ghar dopahar ka mamuli kaam kar raha tha: rasoi mein thaliyan, snaangrih mein nal, mera dwar aadha band. 

Saamne woh purush tha jiska veerya kuch hi ghante pehle nigala tha, din-ujale khada jaise raat ne wapas aane ki ijazat di ho. 

Khidki itni hi kholi ki baat ho, itni nahi ki haath ghus aaye. 

“Hato. Sun rahe ho? Abhi hato. Mera pati is ghar mein hai.” 

Vivek muskuraya. Ghabraya hua nahi. Us purush ki muskaan jo pehle se andar rah chuka ho aur use vishwas na ho khidki ka tala kuch maayne rakhta hai. 

“Sun raha hoon. Pichhli raat veshya jaisi karahte bhi suna. Munh se bahut kuch kaha usse pehle use aur kaam mein lagaya.” 

“Yahan woh baat shuru karne ki himmat na karna. Padosi kapde ke liye nikal aaye to yeh taraf dikhe. Beta ghar par hai. Pati snaan kar rahe hain. Dhoop mein tumhara chehra nahi dekhna. Pichhli raat band adhyay thi. Agle din vivahit stree ki khidki par doodh laane wale ki tarah mat khatkhatana.” 

“Doodh nahi laya. Aaya kyunki us neel-harit sadi mein dekhna tha. Chhati par kasi. Pati ke saath bhojan ke liye pehni, hai na?” 

“Pati ke saath khane ko kya pehna tumhara kaam nahi. Jao.” 

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“Khidki aur kholo. Cheer se baat karta murkh lagta hoon.” 

“Khade hokar hi murkh lagte ho. Agar purush ki awaz suni to gardan par saabun liye nikalenge phir kya kahun? Yeh gali ka mitra hai jisne palang par itna chhoda ki pyali giri? Yahi vaakya riyaz karna hai?” 

“Ghutnon par usse bure vaakya riyaz kar chuki. Peechhe aangan mein aao.” 

“Nahi.” 

“Kuch dena hai.” 

“Tumse kuch nahi chahiye. Doorii chahiye. Chaabi bhool jao. Mera munh bhool jao. Apne ghar wapas chalo aur wahan raho jab tak apne sir mein phir ijjatdar stree na ban jaun.” 

Usne kandha deewar se lagaya, abhi muskurata, poori tarah befikr, jaise pita ka snaan ek mazak ho jiska anand lene ki ijazat ho. 

“Ijjatdar striyan nigalti nahi. Khidki par us nazar ke saath bhi nahi aatin. Gussa isliye hai ki aa gaya. Gussa isliye bhi ki ek hissa jaanta tha aaunga.” 

“Aisi koi baat nahi jaanti thi. Atithi-griha sone ko kaha. Kaha beta aa sakta hai. Kaha pati aa sakte hain. Dono hue. Woh yahan hain. Ladka yahan hai. Tum hi ek murkh ho jo gaya nahi raha.” 

“Peechhe aangan aao to baad mein gaya rahunga. Tees pal. Jeb mein ek chhoti cheez. Phir bagal se nikalta hoon, koi nahi dekhta.” 

“Agar jeb mein hai to jeb mein hi raho. Main ghar se nikal kar peepon ke peeche sasti stree ki tarah milne nahi jaungi.” 

“Phir phir khatkhatata hoon. Tez. Shayad naam loon. Shobha. Shobha. Snaangrih sun lega.” 

Maa do baar sochne ko chhoot gayi, peeche snaangrih dekhti rahi jahan pita snaan kar rahe the. Phir Chacha Vivek ko dekha, phir aakhir bahar kadam rakha. Agle prakarana mein jaano peechhe aangan mein maa aur Chacha Vivek ne kya kiya. 

Aur kya “uphaar” dene ka irada tha? Kya sachcha uphaar tha?