Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

Usne khidki ki kundi itna kasa ki dhatu chatak gayi. 


Yahi awaz ek pareshan stree karti hai jab samajh aaye bahar wala purush dopahar jalaane ko taiyar hai bas use dwar se nikalne ke liye. 

“Tum nahi karoge.” 

“Aazmao. Pichhli raat teen ghante chhoda. Saabun ki batti se nahi darta.” 

Woh naak se saans leti khadi rahi. Chehre par us patni ka poora hisab dikha jo vyabhichar kar chuki ho aur ab praman mitana chahe. Agar chekhti to pita aate. 

Agar ankaan karti to khatkhatata. Agar bahar jaati to use aangan se apne haathon dhakel sakti aur snaan khatam hone se pehle laut aati. Isliye striyan us cheez ki taraf kadam rakhti hain jise qasam khaati hain nahi chahti. 

Hamesha isliye nahi ki bhookh ho. Kabhi isliye ki bhookh ho chuki, aur ab gandagi sambhalni hai. 

“Agar niklun to do aur chale jao. Chhuna nahi. Pichhli raat ki baat nahi. Aisi muskaan nahi.” 

“Aao.” 

Khidki band ki, hatheliyan pallu par ponchin, rasoi se peeche nikal gayi. Main us raaste par gaya jahan purani jaali aangan dekhti hai. Pita abhi snaan kar rahe the. 

Samay saaf karne ko theek se kahunga. Hamare ghar mein yatra ke baad snaan lamba vidhi hai. Balti bharte hain. Haath se pani jaachte hain. 

Baal do baar dhote hain kyunki rel ki dhool khopdi par baithti hai. Khud se baat karte hain. Chhoti krtrim chauki lete hain. 

Garam-nal tik-tik karta rehta hai. Dwar andar se sata rehta hai. Woh shor parda hai. Matlab Vivek ke paas minat the, ghante nahi, par usse zyada minat jitne ek savdhan purush ko chahiye nahi hone chahiye. 

Peechha aangan ujala aur mamuli tha. Dhulai ki dor. Dhatu ke bartan. Dhoop se udii baithak wali krtrim kursi. 

Mitti par geele nishan jahan kisi ne balti ka pani phenka tha. Neel-harit sadi mein nikli, blauz kasi, nitamb bhaari, kalaiyon par kangan, aur pehle hi kadam par pachtati dikhi. 

“Dikhao aur jao.” 

Vivek bagal ke raste se aaya jaise yahin rehta ho. Bina lajja oopar-neeche dekha. 

“Gusse mein bhi aise khadi ho. Chhati bahar. Mota nitamb sadi thaame jaise kapda bhaagyashali ho.” 

“Mat dekho. Dekhe jaane nahi aayi. Kya laya?” 

“Ek minat.” 

“Nahi. Abhi. Nikli sirf isliye ki tumhe bhagaoon. Samajh aaya? Kuch shuru karne nahi nikli. Nikli kyunki tum woh pareshani ho jo stree vinay se maange to chalti nahi.” 

“Vinay se nahi maanga. Kaanch se phunkara.” 

“Aur tez phunkarungi. Pati snaangrih mein hain. Agar naam lein to rasoi se jawab dena hai, tumhare pairon se nahi. Woh cheez do.” 

“Pehle mere liye kuch karna hoga.” 

Woh sach-sach hansi, chhoti aur kathor. 

“Yahi to. Jaanti thi kuch chahiye. Purush khidki par aisi muskaan nahi rakhta jo pichhli raat kiya uske baad jab tak dusra tukda na chahe. Main dukan nahi. Doosri vastu ke liye wapas nahi aate.” 

“Chhoti si baat hai.” 

“Pichhli raat bhi tumhare munh mein chhoti si baat thi. Phir peeth ke bal thi. Phir apne palang par ghutnon par. Phir jagte hue gale mein tumhara swad tha. Peechhe aangan mein koi chhoti si baat nahi karungi.” 

“Karogi. Kyunki nikli. Kyunki abhi thappar nahi maara. Kyunki aankhein patloon par girti hain jab sochti ho main kapdon ki dor dekh raha hoon.” 

“Aankhein jahan chahein dekhen. Dekhna ijazat nahi. Tumhare saath sambandh nahi chahti, Vivek. Yeh shabd suno jab tak chipke. Sambandh. Aaj raat ank pad dungi. Logon se kahungi satate ho. Mandir mein khadi hokar Bhagwan se jhoot bolungi usse pehle ki is vivah ko tumhara khel-maidaan banne dun.” 

“Pehle hi yoni chhodne di. Pati ke palang par karahi. Bhool ke aas-paas taangein lapeti aur ab chahti ho dopahar mein bhool vinamra bane.” 

“Yaad mat dilao.” 

“Kyun? Isliye ki geela karti hai ya isliye ki imandaar karti hai?” 

“Isliye ki pati us deewar ke peeche khud dho rahe hain, aur tum aise baat jaise un striyon mein se hoon jinko paise dete ho. Nahi hoon. Is ghar mein pakati hoon. Is ghar mein putra pala. Mitti par tumhare liye nahi jhukungi kyunki tumne faisla kiya pichhli raat ek dwar hai jisse baar-baar ghusa jaaye.” 

Woh kareeb aaya. Muskaan rahi. Sur komal nahi hua. 

“Ghutnon par.” 

“Nahi.” 

“Kaha ghutnon par. Munh chahiye. Abhi chahiye. Phir jo laya milta hai aur main nikalta hoon usse pehle unhe angochha mile.” 

“Din-ujale munh nahi lagane wali. Paagal ho? Chhaten hain. Dwar hai. Snaangrih mein purush hai jo sochta hai main patni hoon.” 

“Woh jo sochna chahe soch le. Tumhara munh pehle se jaanta hai woh kya hai.” 

Usne rasoi ki taraf peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Usne dono haath kandhon par rakh diye. Thappar nahi. Mazboot neeche ka dabav, jaise purush stree ko tab hilata hai jab faisla ho chuka ho baat khatam. Pehle kandhe jaate hain. Agar ghutne dar se pehle se kamzor hon to mukadte hain. Uske mukad gaye. 








Woh kasii mitti par kapde aur saans ki awaz ke saath baithi. Sadi nitambon ke aas-paas faili. 

Chehra uski peti ki oonchai par aaya. Ek jhumka jhoola. Hatheliyan hawa mein ruki jaise jaanghen dhakelengi, phir sirf ruki rahi. 

“Haath hatao. Jhukne ki sahmati nahi di.” 

“Jhuk rahi ho. Sahmati baad mein aa jaye.” 

“Yeh zabardasti hai.” 

“Yeh jaldbazi hai. Woh snaan kar rahe hain. Mandir-baat ke liye samay nahi.” 

Dabav samjhaata hoon taaki koi rahasya na samjhe. Jo purush jokhim ki jagah munh ka kaam chahe, kavita ka wait nahi karta. Kandhon par bojh isliye kyunki khadi-bahar se munh-oonchai tak sabse chhota rasta yahi hai. 

Chekh sakti thi. Cheekh pita ko geele-nange nikaalti us drishya par jo ek nazar mein vivah khatam kar deta. 

Yahi kathor phanda tha. Khamoshi ghar khada rakhti. Khamoshi use ghutnon par bhi chhodti. 

“Yeh nahi chahti,” usne kaha, mitti dekhti, phir uski kari, phir pher li. “Tumhara sambandh nahi chahti. Tumhara uphaar nahi chahti. Dhoop mein woh vastu nahi dekhna. Uthaao.” 

“Pichhli raat kaha nahi chahti jab us par sawari kar rahi thi. Kaha nahi chahti jab jakad rahi thi. Kaha nahi chahti jab jeebh par veerya tha. Tumhara na der se aane ki aadat rakhta hai.” 

“Tum ghrinit ho.” 

“Tum vivahit ho aur ghutnon par. Gaaliyon ka sauda baad mein, pehle kholo.” 

Usne sirf kari kholi. 

Patloon nahi utari. Yeh vivaran maayne rakhta hai aur seedhi bhasha mein kahunga. Agar pati phootkar nikle aur purush ki patloon jaanghon par ho, duniya mein koi kahaani nahi bachi jo kisi ko bachaaye. 

Agar ling kari se nikaala ho to wapas dhakela jaaye, kari kheenchii jaaye, aur ek pal tasveer do logon ki baat jaisi lage. Yeh kapde utarne ka kayar roop hai. 

Yahi roop peechhe aangan mein chalta hai. Bhuri patloon oopar rahi. 

Neeli kamiz kaafi ghusii rahi. Sirf woh mota, saanwala ling dopahar mein nikal aaya, pehle se bhaari, pehle se uske munh ke kareeb. 

Usne chehra itna pheraa ki baal gaal par gir gaye. Phir usne chumma shuru kiya. Kisi kaaran maa ne chumte hue uska sir thaam liya. Ek pal uljhan hui maa kyun thaam rahi hai jab woh chum raha hai. 








Phir chumma band kiya aur ling munh mein dhakelne laga. 

“Hatao. Yahan nahi dekh rahi. Dhoop us par hai. Yeh nirlajj hai.” 

“Bhaap wale snaangrih mein dekha. Tab dekha jab main oopar tha. Tab dekha jab nigalne ke baad kholne ko kaha. Ab andhapan ka natak mat karo.” 

“Ank laga dungi. Tumhe barbaad karungi usse pehle tum mujhe karo. Pati se kahungi ekstra chaabi se zabardasti ghuse.” 

“Aur main kahunga jab us bade nitamb par thappar maara to kaisi suni. Dono jal sakte hain. Ya do minat mein yeh niptao aur main nikalun.” 

Vichaar chehre par likhe the chahe bole nahi. Lagbhag suchi suni: Woh bahar hai. Main neeche hoon. Kaatun to chillaayega. Chekhun to pati aayenge. 

Khadi hoon to phir pakdega. Jaldi karun to shayad chala jaye. 

Nafrat hai. Chaabi se nafrat. Putra se nafrat us hisse ke liye jo abhi khud se nahi maana. 

Pichhli raat ka swad abhi hai. Ghutne dard karte hain. Yeh sadi iske liye bahut ujali hai. Khidki kabhi nahi kholni chahiye thi. 

Phir choos rahi thi. 

Chalit-chitra ke katav jaisa ek saath nahi. Pehle haath aaya kyunki ghutnon par stree ko santulan kahi rakhna padta hai. 

Patloon ke through jaangh pakdi. 

Phir ling ko us tarah dekha jaise koi us samasya ko dekhe jo ek baar suljha chuki ho aur phir kabhi na suljhaane ki ummeed rakhti ho. Phir munh lagaya. 

Peechha aangan ne shayankaksh se bura dikhaya. Shayankaksh mein barish thi, andhera, pankha. 

Yahan baal par dhoop thi, honth ke kone ki geelapan par dhoop, us moti dhal par dhoop jab kasi neel-harit kapde mein edi par baithi. 

Dopahar-bhojan ki patni, rasoi ke masale ki halki gandh abhi, honthon ke beech doosre purush ka ling jab pati satae snaangrih ke peeche shareer se rel ki dhool ragar rahe hon. 

Uske sir mein, agar aankhon ke baithne se shabd rakhun, prem nahi tha. 

Munh se nuksaan-niyantran tha. Kathor karo. Kareeb lao. Mat karaho. 

Nishan mat chhodo. Thook blauz par us jagah na gire jahan pita dekhein. Ginti karo. Seho. Khatam karo. 

Yeh baat ki pita snaan kar rahe the ise komal tarike se nahi, kathor tarike se aur kaamuk banati thi. Ek dwar door pati nirdosh, nange, gun-guna rahe the. Sochte the patni ghar mein patni ban rahi hai. 

Sochte the peechha aangan bartan aur sookhte kapdon ka hai. Ulte aangan uska munh wahi ling kaam kar raha tha jo pichhli raat yoni mein tha. Dono drishya ek deewar baantte the. Yahi poora kaamuk yantra hai. 

Na mombatti. Na sangeet. Ek saath nal chalta aur kari khuli. 

“Jeebh lagao,” Vivek ne kaha, awaz neeche, maangti, lagbhag oob is vishwas se. “Shir ke neeche. Pichhli raat kiya tha jab jaldi samapt karwana tha. Phir karo.” 

Jawab nahi diya. Choosa. Awaz geeli, chhoti, nirlajj thi mamuli aangan ke shor ke khilaf: ek kauwa, door koi du-chakra, dor par dhule kapde se tapkan. 








“Aisi chup mat ho jao jaise khamoshi wafadar bana de. Pati seena sahla rahe hain aur tum mujhe chamka rahi ho. Aaj is ghar ka yahi sach hai.” 

Itna hataayi ki phusphusa sake, thook shabdon se juda. 

“Itni tez bolo to ruk jaungi. Snaangrih koi doosra nagar nahi.” 

“Phir dheeme aur gehra chooso. Mujhe gaya chahti ho. Yahi rasta hai.” 

Phir neeche gayi. Kangan ek baar patloon se chhanke. Awaz par jaam hui, ghar ki taraf suni, phir us stree ki tarah jaari rahi jo chura rahi ho. 

Woh bolta raha kyunki shabd pasand hain jaise kuch purushon ko kamar par haath. 

“Niji kulta. Yahi padvi. Mitra nahi. Prem-katha nahi. Jab ghar mein hon to peeche aao. Jab rel par hon to aage kholo. Main is par palaunga aur tum deepak jalti rahogi aur unki kamiz mojhogi. Vaakya pasand karne ki zaroorat nahi. Is munh ki suchi chahiye.” 

“Tumhari suchi par kabhi nahi aaungi.” 

“Abhi usi par ho.” 

Ruk gayi. 

Ek pal laga aakhir vivah chuna. Itni jaldi uthi ki ghutnon ne mitti par do nishan chhode. Vivek ka ling hawa mein jhoola, usse geela. 

Us dwar tak gayi jo rasoi-taraf se peechhe aangan kholta hai, purani silli wala lakdi ka. 

Band kiya. Silli andar sarkaayi. 

Phir mitti paar wapas aayi, latkte kapdon ko ek nazar dekha jaise report kar denge, aur usi jagah jhuki aur use phir munh mein liya. 

Yeh kram ajeeb tab tak hai jab tak samjhaao. Jo stree kaam khatam chahe, dwar se ghar mein jaati hai aur wahi rehti hai. Jo stree aangan-taraf se dwar silli karti hai, nahi bhaag rahi. 

Woh khule aasman mein ek chhota niji kaksh bana rahi hai. Bina kahe keh rahi hai, yeh niptaungi par niptate hue nahi dikhungi. Silli ke baad jhukna pehle jhukne se bura hai. 

Pehla chot kaha ja sakta hai. Doosra faisla hai. Usne pati aur honthon ki tasveer ke beech lakdi ka tukda rakhkar kuch minat aur choosne ka chuna. 

Vivek ne turant samjha. Kyun na samajhta. 

“Yahi to hai. Imandaar wali. Unhe bahar rakho. Mujhe andar. Yahi tarika vivahit kulta samasya suljhati hai.” 

Choosti rahi aur chup rahi. Khamoshi aakhiri ijjat thi aur patli ijjat thi. 








“Oopar dekho. Aankhein chahiye. Mitti ki puja mat karo. Jo kar rahi ho uski karo.” 

Pehle nahi dekha. Phir dekha, gusse se, aankhein chamakti, munh khicha, aur nazar prem nahi thi. Us stree ki thi jo jaanti ho kuch mein kadam rakh diya jo sadi se nahi dhulega. 

Ek aur kaamuk baat hui jo kisi ne nahi maangi aur jo wahan khada hota to sab dekhta. Usne munh ke saath neeche mutthi bhi usi taal mein lagani shuru ki. 

Ungliyon ka sakht chhalla. Geela sarak. Yahi tarika purush ko jaldi giraane ka jab swad ya samay seha na jaaye. Uske liye pradarshan nahi. Use khali karna chahti thi. 

Aur baat: thook ikattha hua aur munh ke kone se blauz ke neeche kate stan ke oopar-swell par bahaa. Shayankaksh mein yeh parchaai hoti. Peechhe aangan mein bhuri chamdi par chamakti rekha thi. 

Kalai ke peeche se der se poncha, aur kalai ne lepan chhoda. Phir bhi choosti rahi. 

“Achha,” usne dabakar kaha. “Yahi gala jiske liye dhairya diya. Ise rakhwaunga. Kari ki awaz aise yaad karwaunga jaise mandir ki ghanti. Ek pavitra. Ek meri.” 

“Inhe mat tulo.” 

Shabd uske aas-paas dabe, murkh aur geele nikal. Usne saans ke neeche hansa. 

“Phir dopahar-bhojan ki sadi mein mat jhuko.” 

Itna dooba tha munh, silli aur latkte kapde dekhne mein ki snaangrih dhyan nahi aaya. 

Garam-nal ki tik band. Balti ki awaz band. Pita ka be-sur gun-gunana band. 

“Shobha?” 

Pita ki awaz andar se aayi, mamuli, thodi chirchiri us tarah jaise purush ko angochha na mile. 

“Shobha, kahan gayi? Yeh angochha kursi par nahi. Kya doosre kamre le gayi?” 

Woh jaam hui, woh abhi jeebh par tha. Aankhein itni jaldi phailin ki dard laga. 

Vivek ne baal mein haath diya, naram nahi, peeche jhatakkar shor na kare. 

Pita ke kadam ghar se guzre. Rasoi. Phir raasta. Phir peechhe aangan ka dwar. 

Dastak vinamra nahi thi. Pati ki thi jo sochta hai ghar khulega. 

“Shobha. Yeh dwar us taraf se kyun sata hai? Bahar ho kya? Dwar ke saath kya kar rahi ho?” 

Phir bulaya, kareeb. 

“Shobha. Jawab do. Main yahan chhoti jannghia mein pani liye khada hoon. Kholo.” 

Jaali se uska chehra dekha. 

Dahshat koi kavita-shabd nahi. Yeh doosre purush se bhara munh hai aur ek silli ke us paar pati. Yeh neel-harit blauz par thook hai aur kari jo silli sarakne jitne samay mein bhadra nahi ban sakti. 

Yeh woh stree hai jo Vivek ko gaya chahti thi, jo sirf bhagane nikli thi, jisne munh ka kaam chhupane dwar sataaya, aur ab samajhi chhupna aur pakde jaana kabhi ek hi aakaar hote hain. 

Haath uski jaanghon par the. Ghutne mitti mein the. Pati uska naam lete rahe jaise dopahar abhi nirdosh ho.