Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

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Dastak ke baad uski khamoshi khali nahi thi. Woh sandesh thi. Ruko. Nikaalo. Jao usse pehle yeh dwar antim-sanskaar ban jaye. 


Woh ghutnon par rahi, woh abhi munh mein tha, aur hilna band kiya, jaise stambhata hi Vivek ko samjha de khel khatam. 

Woh jaana nahi chahta tha. 

Ek haath baal mein rakhe neeche se bola, awaz aangan jitni chhoti, mere tanav jitni nahi. 

“Isliye mat ruko ki unhone khatkhataya. Woh lakdi ke us paar hain. Lakdi nahi dekhti. Jo shuru kiya poora karo.” 

Usne itna hataaya ki shabd ban sakein, adhar honth par thook chamakta. 








“Woh mujhe bula rahe hain. Matlab tum jao. Matlab yeh khatam. Main yahan tumhe bhagane nikli thi, mitti mein khuli patloon ke saath marne nahi.” 

“Yahan aayi aur phir dwar sataaya. Woh silli us stree ka kaam nahi jo mujhe gaya chahe. Woh silli us stree ka kaam hai jo do minat aur chahe.” 

“Woh do minat khatam. Unhe suno. Yeh mera pati mera naam aise le raha hai jaise ghar abhi unka ho.” 

Andar se pita ki awaz phir aayi, ab dwar ke kareeb, geeli aur chirchiri. 

“Shobha, main yahan chhoti jannghia mein khada hoon. Yeh us taraf se kyun sataaya? Dopahar mein peechhe aangan mein kya kar rahi ho?” 

Usne nigala, is baar veerya nahi, sirf dar, aur awaz dwar ki taraf phenkne ki koshish ki bina Vivek ke ling se aankh hataye. 

“Aa rahi hoon. Kundi atki hai. Ek minat do. Barish ke baad gandh aayi to peepon ke kareeb naali dekh rahi thi.” 








“Kaun si naali? Jab main snaan karta hoon tum kabhi naali nahi dekhti. Dwar kholo.” 

“Kapdon ki dor bhi ek taraf giri hai. Wapas laga rahi hoon. Abhi kholun to sab gir padega. Ruko.” 

Vivek us jhoot par aise muskuraya jaise usne uske liye bandhkar diya ho. 

*“Dekho. Munh mein mera swad liye unse baat kar sakti ho. Yeh kala hai. Ab wapas rakho aur jo minat kharida barbaad mat karo,” Chacha ne kaha. 

“Minat isliye kharida ki woh vastu hatao aur bagal ki deewar paar nikal jao.” 

“Geela aur adhoora ling leke kahin nahi chadhunga. Tumne munh se shuru kiya. Munh se khatam karogi.” 

Main abhi jaali par tha, pani ki peep aur latkti kamizon ke peeche chhupa, aur yakeen nahi hua woh phir us par gayi. 

Gayi. 

Jaane ko kehne ke baad, pati ki awaz sunne ke baad, phir aage jhuki aur Vivek ka ling munh mein liya. Shir par chhota vinamra chumma nahi. Shir liya phir dandi ka aur hissa, aur haath neeche wapas aaya jaise shareer ne kaam seekh liya ho aur bhoolna na chahe. 








Chakit tha kyunki maa ki himmat dwar de marne aur chekhne jaisi honi chahiye. Uski himmat ghutnon par rehkar do purushon ko ek saath sambhalne jaisi thi, ek bahane se, ek jeebh se. 

Woh chot seedha mere jaghan mein utri. Dar aur kaam ek hi jagah baithe. Ling patloon ke khilaf itna kathor hua ki dard hua, kyunki jokhim itni kareeb thi ki silli ke us paar pita ki saans sun sakta tha. 

“Woh awaz kya hai?” pita ne achanak poocha. “Kisi se baat kar rahi ho? Geeli lagti hai. Kya bahar koi nal khula hai?” 

Prashn aaya tab woh munh mein tha. Uske aas-paas jawab dene ki koshish ki aur pehli koshish sirf dabi gandagi thi. 

Aadhi ungal hataaya, itna ki mamuli awaz bane, itna nahi ki dwar kanch hota to nirdosh dikhe. 

“Pani hai. Naali par lota daala. Nal khans raha hai. Yahi awaz hai.” 

“Nal jaisi nahi lagti.” 

“Phir main geela kapda dor se kheench rahi hoon. Pichhli raat se sab bhaari hai. Wahin ruko. Geeli tahmad mein mat niklo, phisal jaoge.” 

Vivek phusphusaya, prasann. 

“Choosne ki awaz ka dosh nal par daal diya. Maine un striyon ko paise diye jo itni jaldi jhoot nahi bol sakteen.” 

Usne oopar ghur kar dekha aur phir bhi nahi uthi. Ulte woh kiya jisse dopahar mere sir mein chhabiwali ho gayi, itni saaf ki aankh band karun to abhi dikhe. 

Usne munh ke kaam ko us saja ki tarah nahi liya jo seh rahi ho. Munh aur khola aur gehra liya, jab tak honth us mutthi se na mile jo neeche lapeti thi. Gaal khokhle hue. 

Thook patli rekha mein kone se thoodi tak baha phir neel-harit blauz ke neeche gale tak. Dhoop kale baal par baithi aur dandi ki geeli chamak par har baar jab peeche hati. 

Bhaari stan har aage jhukav par blauz ke andar hile. Bada nitamb ediyon par baitha, sadi kasii, wahi nitamb jo barish mein thappar kha chuka tha ab din-ujale mitti par khada. 

Poora ling ek taal mein choos rahi thi, chugti nahi. 

Aisa choosna batata hai stree “karungi taaki tum jao” se nikalkar “mera munh ab yeh jaanta hai” mein aa chuki. Gale ko dheela hona padta hai. 








Jabde ko aakaar sweekar karna padta hai. Jeebh ko neeche wale hisse par jaan-bujhkar kaam karna padta hai. Jo har pal se nafrat kare, daant kareeb rakhti hai, honth kasii, samay chhota. 

Usne kaam ke liye khud ko khol diya. Isliye anand dikha chahe aankhein gusse mein rahi. Gussa bhaunhon mein tha. Anand, ya kam-se-kam kaam ke saamne haar, gehraai mein thi. 

Phir woh kiya jiska yakeen nahi hua. 

Kari pakdi aur neeche kheench di. Cheer chauda khula. Patloon, pehli kheenchaav se pehle se dhili, kamar se khisaki. Pair hilaye to ghutnon tak giri, phir takhnon tak. 

Achanak woh neeli kamiz aur joote wala purush tha, patloon siki hui, poori dopahar mein ling bahar, aur meri maa dopahar-bhojan ki sadi mein ghutnon par sab le rahi thi. Yakeen nahi hua woh stree meri maa ho. 

Maa kamiz mojhti hai aur bhojan poochhti hai. Is stree ne peechhe aangan mein pati ke satae dwar ke peeche naali poochhte hue purush ke kapde aur utaare. 

Vivek ne mujhe dekha. 

Main zyada jhuk gaya tha. Do latkte angochhon ke beech uska chehra mila. Ek pal munh sachchi hairani mein khula, natak nahi. 

Usne yojana nahi banayi thi main maa ke munh ki chudai dekhunga. Phir samjha main kaun hoon, aur hairani us gandi niji mazak mein badli jo chaabiyon se ban raha tha. Aankh maari. 

Maine wapas maari. 

Maari kyunki apraadh mein pehle se tha. Chaabi dekar maa chhodne ki chhutthi di thi. Yatri-griha mein suna tha. Is aangan mein galat ghar ke rakshak-kukkur jaisa khada tha. Aankh hi woh bhasha bachi thi jo shor na kare. 

Woh bhi usse chakit dikha, anand lete hue bhi. Dikha us tarike se jaise neeche use dekha phir mujhe, jaise kahe, nahi socha tha khatkhatate hue itna aage jayegi. 

Phir usne woh kiya jisne hum dono ko chakit kiya. 

Chooste hue uska haath liya aur apne sir ke peeche rakh diya. Thappar nahi. Sthapna. 

Bina bole keh rahi thi, yahan thaamo. Jo stree nikaas chahe, purush ko khopdi ki mutthi nahi deti. 

Jo kaam niptane ka faisla kar chuki ho deti hai. Vivek ki bhaunhen uthin. Mera pet gir gaya. Usne us aangan mein taal uske haath mein de diya jo kisi bhi pal phat sakta tha. 








Pita ki awaz ne disha badli. 

“Beta? Kamre mein ho? Idhar aao.” 

Mujhe bula rahe the. Main abhi peechhe aangan mein chhupa tha, maa Vivek ko choos rahi thi mere kandhe se das kadam. 

Pehli baar jawab nahi diya. Munh chala nahi. Phir bulaya, andar ke raaste ke kareeb. 

“Tumse keh raha hoon. Aao. Zaroorat hai.” 

Daudha. 

Satae dwar se nahi. Woh atmahatya hoti. Lamba rasta liya, bagal ke path se, pani-tagaar ke bagal ki patli katar se, doosre dwar se rasoi mein, asteen se chehra ponchhta jaise garmi hi akeli pareshani ho. 

Dil itna peet raha tha ki kaan mein suna. Raaste mein ruka aur us ladke jaisa dikhne ki koshish ki jo palang par tha. 

“Yahan hoon. Doosre kamre mein tha.” 

“Do baar bulaya. Jawab kyun nahi diya?” 

“Kaan ke yantra lage the. Laga Maa se baat ho rahi hai.” 

Woh geeli tahmad mein khade the, kandhon par abhi pani, chirchiraahat maathe par baithi. 

“Woh kahan hain? Peechhe aangan mein kya kar rahi hain? Yeh dwar us taraf se sata hai aur naaliyan suna rahi hain.” 

“Shayad dor sach-sach giri ho. Pichhli raat barish bhaari thi. Ghar ganda lage to aisi ho jaati hain.” 

“Subah se ajeeb hain. Theek se nahi khaya. Der se jawab diya. Kamre mein phate kapde chhode. Ab apne hi aangan se baahar rakh rahi hain. Tumhe naali jaisa lagta hai?” 

“Neend nahi aayi. Kaha soona ghar satata hai. Shayad sirf thaki hain aur ek saath bahut chhote kaam kar rahi hain.” 

Uttar patla tha aur main jaanta tha. Woh bhi. Mujhe aisi nazar se dekha jaise chehre par koi dag ho jiska naam na aa raha ho. 

“Angochha lao. Kursi wala nahi hai. Unhone sarkaaya hoga.” 

Snaangrih ke kareeb almari ki taraf daudha. Haath kaanp rahe the. Kaanpan samjhaata hoon taaki rahasya na rahe. 

Abhi kathor tha. Abhi-abhi dekha maa ne ling jad tak liya jab pita nal poochh rahe the. 

Shareer neeti ka wait nahi karta. Rakt ungliyon mein nahi, ling mein tha. Angochhe khisake. Ek pakda, wapas aaya, aise diya jaise bojh zyada ho. 

Liya phir theek se dekha. 

“Aise kyun dikh rahe ho? Jaise kuch ajeeb dekh liya ho. Munh khula hai. Haath tikhe nahi.” 

“Daudha. Itna hi. Tagaar ke kareeb fars h geela hai. Lagbhag phisla.” 

“Tum aur tumhari maa dono aise chal rahe ho jaise is ghar mein pret ho. Woh prashnon par uchalti hain. Tum angochha late kaanpte ho. Do din ki yatra karke aaya hoon to do log milte nahi aankh se.” 

Angochhe se baal ponchhte rahe, baat karte, siddhant jodte kyunki asli tasveer nahi thi. 

“Jab main ladka tha dadi kehti thin bhaari barish mein soona ghar ashant cheezon ko bulaata hai. Shayad bakwas ho. Par tumhe dekho. Unhe dekho. Aaj in kamron mein kuch ulat hai. Chamdi par mehsoos ho raha hai.” 

Andar se hansa, hasya se nahi, us garmi se jo vyakti ko beemar kare. 

Sir mein unhe asli pret kaha. Tumhari patni aaj dopahar kulta hai. Peechhe aangan mein ghutnon par doosre purush ka ling munh mein liye hai. 

Pichhli raat tumhare palang par nigala. Dwar sataaya taaki na dikhe. Pret barish mein nahi. Pret Vivek ki kari aur uska gala hai. 

Kuch nahi kaha. Kaha, 

“Barish ne sabko susta diya. Ek pal mein kholengi. Angochha lagaao. Geela khade raho to sardi pakadegi.” 

Gardan par angochha liye shayankaksh ki taraf mue. 

Tab hum dono ne suna. 

Peechhe aangan se, lakdi aur hawa ke through, Vivek ki awaz phusphusahat se bahar phooti. 

“Aaahhhh.” 

Phir, lambe, asahay. 








“Aaahhhh.” 

Turant jaana Chacha Vivek uske munh mein gir chuka. 

Jaana kyunki yahi karahna pichhli raat yatri-griha ke prasaran par suna tha, wahi seene-gehri awaz jab shareer jakda aur bhaar nikla. Purush yeh shor naali ke khansne se nahi karta. 

Yeh shor tab karta hai jab munh ant tak us par rahe. Doosra karahna atirikt tha, jo tab aata hai jab pehli lahar pehle se jeebh par ho aur baaki abhi nikal raha ho. 

Pita chalna band kiye. 

Sir peechhe aangan ke dwar ki taraf phera jaise lakdi ne khud baat ki ho. 

“Yeh kya tha?” 

Aise dikhe jaise ghar ne woh awaz ki ho jiski ijazat nahi. Bhaunhen milin. 

Munh khula aur khula raha. Dwar ki taraf ek kadam liya, angochha doosre haath se latka. 

“Suna?” mujhse poocha. 

Hichkichaaya. Hichkichahat lambi pad gayi. Us viram mein unke vivah aur mere bhed ke beech chuna. 

“Kya suna?” 

“Woh awaz. Jaise purush ki. Peechhe aangan se aayi. Aise mat dekho jaise main pagal hoon. Jaanta hoon kya suna.” 

“Lagta hai agle aangan ka koi. Deewar paar se aksar bulate hain. Ya vaani-peti. Padosi dopahar-bhojan ke baad tez bajaate hain.” 

Manne wale nahi dikhe. Silli ko aise ghoora jaise ghurane se kanch ban jaye. 

“Shobha?” bulaya. “Shobha, tumhare saath bahar kaun hai?” 

Koi uttar nahi. 

Dwar ke kareeb aaye. Dikha nahi. Lakdi purani, rangi, andhi. Hathili rakhi, abhi dhakka nahi, sirf chhua, jaise purush jaanche kamra jeevit hai ya nahi. 

“Shobha, tumse keh raha hoon. Jawab do. Maine purush ki awaz suni.”