Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

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Maa dabakar bolti rahi jab ling choosti rahi, “Tum hamesha sab kuch aasan bana dete ho,” aur Vivek ne kaha, “Kyunki kabhi-kabhi aasan hota hai. Dheere chooso meri pyari kulta...” 


Phir usne phir sir pakda aur aur dhakela taaki poora ling nigal sake. 

Is baar maa ne sirf pal-bhar hichkichaya, phir bhi ek haath jaanghon par rakha jaise kam-se-kam yeh bhram bana rahe ki jab chahe rok sakti hai. 

Vivek ne chehre se khula baal hataaya aur dheeme kaha, “Tum mere baare mein sochti ho jab sochne se rokne ki koshish karti ho.” Maa ne ling chooste hue kaha, “Aham mat bano.” 

“Yeh inkaar nahi tha, tum dheere meri kulta ban rahi ho,” usne kaha. Maa ne chetavani-bhari nazar di par choosti rahi. 








Ek chhote pal Vivek ne sir jaghan ke kareeb thaama aur maa ne maathe ko uske jaghan se lagaaya. 

Yeh uttejna se kam, us ajeeb parichay se zyada tha jo unke beech ban chuka tha, ehsaas ki guptata ne hi niji palon ko ghar ke sadharan niyamon se alag kar diya. 

Phir vastav ek saath laut aaya. Woh nahi chahti thi Chacha Vivek munh mein gire. Maa jaldi uthi, ling munh se nikaala, turant seedhi hui aur phusphusayi, “Kaafi. Apni ashuddhata mere munh mein mat girao. Main pehle se bahut der ho chuki.” 








Vivek kuch aur kehne laga, par maa ne haath uthaya. “Nahi. Tum ek minat aur yahin raho. Main pehle jaati hoon.” 

Tab use yaad aaya woh khali pyala jo saath laya tha. Ek pal ghoora, lagbhag bhaybhit ki itni asani se wahi bahana bhool gayi jisne use galeyare tak laya. 

Maa snaangrih se nikli, pehle rasoi gayi, pyala pani se bhara aur jaan-bujhkar ek ghoont liya. Phir baithak mein aisi chali jaise jiske saath bilkul kuch ajeeb na hua ho. 

Par ek khaas chal hoti hai jab vyakti jaanta ho galat kiya aur achanak uske saamne khada ho jisse chhupa raha ho. 

Har cheez ka bhaan ho jata hai—chehra, saans, haath kahan rakhe, kitni jaldi jawab de, even nazar hatana shak-bhara to nahi. 

Maa zaroorat se zyada savdhani se baithi. Sadi ka kinara theek kiya, baal chhue, thali uthayi aur turant rakh di kyunki laga ek saath bahut kuch karna ghabrahat dikhega. 

Phir bhojan liya aur doordarshan-yantra ghoorte chabane lagi. Pradarshan lagbhag manne layak tha, siway iske ki parde ko us ekagrata se dekh rahi thi jaise pariksha de rahi ho. 

Pita ne kuch der baad rajpatra giraaya aur use dekha. “Der laga di,” kaha. 

Maa ne turant dekha. “Kya?” poocha, bahut jaldi, phir sudharte hue, “Haath dhoye, phir pani yaad aaya, aur nal ke kareeb kuch cheezen sarkaani thin.” 

Pita ne galeyare neeche dekha, “Aur Vivek? Woh tumse pehle snaangrih gaye.” Aadhe pal maa jaam hui. 

Phir sambhali, “Jab guzri tab wahi the. Shayad itna khane ke baad pet satata ho.” Chhoti kandha-hilaayi, “Wapas aayein to poochhna; main kaise jaanun wahan kya kar rahe hain?” 

Aakhiri vaakya lagbhag atyadhik raksha-bhari thi. Pita ne ek pal aur dekha, par khushkismati se shak se zyada vinod laga. 

Ek minat aur baad Vivek lautaa. Maa ke ulta, chirchiraahat-bhari shanti se dikha. 

Baithak aaya, asteen theek karta, “Kshama, ummeed se der ho gayi.” Pita hanse, “Patni pehle se bhojan par dosh daal rahi thi.” 

Raat ko, pita sone ke baad maa Chacha Vivek ko sandesh bhejne lagi. Jaanta tha kyunki uska sandesh-yantra mere se joda tha, isliye jab uske khate par sandesh aate main baatchit ban-ti dekh sakta tha. 

Riwaz anumanit ho gaya. Maa pita ke bagal leti, wait karti saans dheemi ho, kandhe se dekhti aankhein band hain ya nahi, phir doorbhash ki chamak giraakar likhti. 








Kabhi har kuch sandesh ke baad rukti aur phir peeche dekhti. Woh jaanch dikhati thi samajhti hai chhupane layak kuch hai, chahe uska naam vishwasghat na le. 

Phir pet ke bal palatti, doorbhash takiye ke kareeb rakhti, likhti rehti. Woh sthiti-badlav batata tha baatchit mein baith rahi hai, sirf ek-do uttar nahi de rahi. 

Ek raat Vivek ne likha, “Tumhara pati kitna murkh hai, na chudai dikhi na ling choosna.” Maa ne kaha, “Unki aisi baat mat karo.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Sirf keh raha hoon vishwas karta hai jab main uski patni kha raha hoon.” Maa ne likha, “Isse tumhe ghamand nahi, burai mehsoos honi chahiye.” 

Usne kaha, “Tum ho jo unke bagal sote hue mujhe likh rahi ho.” Maa likhna ruki, phir, “Jaanti hoon kahan hoon, Vivek.” 

Usne likha, “Kya?” Maa ne kaha, “Haan, aur kabhi jo kar rahi hoon usse nafrat aati hai.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Nafrat tab tak jab tak sandesh band na karun.” Maa ne likha, “Yeh sach nahi.” 

Usne kaha, “Phir doorbhash rakh do.” Maa kuch der nahi boli, par doorbhash bhi nahi rakha. 

Tab samajhne laga kyun itni chipak rahi. Vivek guptata, dhyan, jokhim aur us ehsaas se jud gaya tha ki patni ki pehchaan ke bahar bhi chahiye jaati hai. 

Maa ne varsh niyantrit, ijjatdar tarike se jeeyi. Vivek ke saath har paar ki rekha agli ko aasan karti kyunki ek cheez chhupaane ke baad doosri chhupana naya kshetra nahi lagta. 

Yahi tarika tha jisse lagbhag nirlajj ho gayi bina nirlajj banne ka faisla kiye. Dohraav ne chot mandi ki, aur tark us chhavi ko bachata raha jo abhi khud ko achhi stree maanti thi. 

Doosri raat Vivek ne likha, “Aaj mujhe lagbhag nahi dekha.” Maa ne kaha, “Pati wahan baithhe the.” 








Usne kaha, “Yeh kabhi rok nahi paya ki notice karo.” Maa ne likha, “Tum atyadhik vishwasi ho rahe ho.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Kyunki shuru se unhe bhola diya.” Maa ne turant kaha, “Yeh mat kaho.” 

Woh jaari raha, “Sochta hai chai aur baatchit ke anand ke liye aata hoon.” Maa ne likha, “Unhone ijjat di. Kam-se-kam uski ijjat karo.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Karta hoon. Keh raha hoon unhe pata nahi kya ho raha.” 

Maa ne likha, “Yeh ghamand ki baat nahi.” Vivek ne kaha, “Na yeh ki jawab se pehle dekhna woh soye hain.” 

Phir ruki. Phir likha, “Tum hamesha sab ko usse bura bana dete ho jitna hai.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Nahi. Sirf woh khulkar kehta hoon jiska naam tum nahi lena chahti.” 

Ek aur baatchit thi jisse maa ka badlav aur saaf hua. Vivek ne poocha sab kuch khatam karne socha ya nahi, maa ne kaha, “Kai baar.” 

Usne kaha, “Par karti nahi.” Maa ne likha, “Shayad kyunki jab rukne ka faisla karti ho tum phir aa jaate ho.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Aata hoon kyunki uttar deti ho.” Maa ne kaha, “Aur agar dena band karun?” 

Usne likha, “Do din tikogi.” Maa ne kaha, “Sochte ho mujhe bahut jaante ho.” 

Aadhi-raat ke kareeb Vivek ne achanak likha, “Snaangrih jao. Kuch kehna hai.” Maa ne kaha, “Nahi.” 

Usne kaha, “Jao.” Maa ne likha, “Pati bagal soye hain. Bina kaaran nahi uthungi.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Phir kaho niji baat nahi karni.” Maa ne likha, “Pehle se niji baat kar rahi hoon.” 

Usne kaha, “Theek se nahi. Har tees pal peeche dekhti ho.” Maa ne kaha, “Kyunki bagal pati soye hain, Vivek.” 

Usne likha, “Yahi to. Kisi jagah jao jahan kandhe se dekhna band ho.” 

Kai minat kuch nahi hua. Phir dekha maa ne pita ko ek baar aur dekha, dheere uth baithi, suni jaanne ko jaage to nahi. 

Kuch pal wahi rahi, jaise aakhiri hissa abhi kehta palang par raho. Phir uthi, doorbhash saath liya, aur dheeme snaangrih chali. 








Yeh pal uske badlav ko kisi bhashan se behtar samjhaata tha. Maa abhi jaanti thi naitik rekha kahan hai, par jaanna ab us rekha ko paar rokne ke liye kaafi nahi raha. 

Snaangrih pahunchi aur dwar dheeme band kiya. Kai minat sirf khadi rahi doorbhash haath mein, ek uttejna liye jo khud ko bhi theek se nahi samjha sakti thi. 

Darpan mein khud ko dekha aur phusphusayi, “Main kar kya rahi hoon?” Uljhan yeh thi ki vivek-wale uttar pehle se jaanti thi—doorbhash rakh do aur palang laut jao—phir bhi jab naya sandesh aaya turant patal dekhi. 

Vivek ne likha, “Baith jao,” aur maa ne sandesh par bhaun tedhi karke likha, “Kahan?” Usne kaha, “Shauchalay ki baithak par,” aur maa ne pal-bhar patal ghoora, “Ab niyam kyun de rahe ho?” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Kyunki khadi ho pati ke jagne ki chinta karti.” Maa ne likha, “Zaroor chinta hai. Bees fut door soye hain.” 

“Phir baitho aur idhar-udhar mat chalo,” Vivek ne likha, aur maa ne aankh ghumayi, par ajeeb yeh ki baad mein shauchalay ki baithak dekhi. Likha, “Tumhare hukum se nahi baithungi,” Vivek ne kaha, “Theek. Isliye baitho ki tum chahti ho.” 

Maa hichkichayi phir band dhakkan par baith gayi. Main lagbhag hans pada kyunki kai sandesh itni chhoti baat par vivad kiye phir wahi kiya jo usne kaha. 

Vivek ko turant laga aur likha, “Baith gayi, na?” Maa ne kaha, “Shayad,” Vivek ne kaha, “Hamesha ziddi ho jaati ho jab jaanti ho main sahi hoon.” 

“Ziddi isliye hoon ki tum satate ho,” maa ne likha. “Farq hai.” 

Phir Vivek ne vishay badla, “Yaad hai aakhiri baar tumhari yoni chhodi?” Maa hili nahi aur is sandesh ko doosron se lambi der dekha. 

Aakhir likha, “Shuru mat karo.” Vivek ne kaha, “Matlab yaad hai,” maa ne kaha, “Zahir hai yaad hai. Iska matlab nahi iski baat karo.” 

“Kyun?” Vivek ne poocha. “Kyunki achha laga?” 

Maa ki ungliyan doorbhash par ruki, phir likha, “Kyunki jaante ho aisi baat karke kya kar rahe ho.” Vivek ne kaha, “Yaad hai kitni jaldi anand mein karahi,” maa ne kaha, “Yeh baatchit ab band karo...” 

Usne likha, “Hamesha dikhati ho jaise sakht yoni kamzor jagah nahi.” Maa ne turant kaha, “Koi kamzor jagah nahi,” Vivek ne kaha, “Phir use chhu kyun rahi ho?” 

Woh sandesh sach mein chakit kar gaya. Maa ne neeche dekha aur paya padhte hue anjaane ek haath yoni ke bagal le aayi thi, jaldi uthaya aur doorbhash ghoora jaise Vivek deewar paar dekh sake. 

Is hasya-janakta par dheeme hansa. Pita shaanti se soye the jab maa satae snaangrih mein doosre purush se moh-baat karti yoni chhuti. 

Maa ne likha, “Kuch nahi chhu rahi thi,” Vivek ne kaha, “Ab chhu rahi ho.” Lagbhag lagaa use galat sabit karne ko zidd hai, par kuch pal baad ungliyan phir yoni par aayin. Raatri vastr bhi utar diya. 

Yoni ke bagal anman se malte hue padhti rahi. Vivek ne likha, “Jab iske baare mein sochti ho hamesha yahi karti ho,” maa ne kaha, “Aise mat chalo jaise meri har baat jaante ho.” 








“Sab nahi jaanta,” usne kaha. “Sirf jaanta hoon kis se vivad rukta hai. Sun raha hoon saans tez hai.” 

Maa ne likha, “Kuch nahi rokta tumse vivad.” Vivek ne kaha, “Tumhari yoni rokti hai.” 

Maa ne pal-bhar chehra ek haath se dhaka aur likha, “Tum asambhav ho.” Phir naya sandesh aaya: “Main bahar hoon.” 

Maa ghoori aur turant likha, “Bahar kahan?” Vivek ne kaha, “Snaangrih.” 

Maa itni jaldi uthi ki doorbhash girane wali thi. Likha, “Vivek, mazak band karo,” usne kaha, “Mazak nahi.” 

Kuch pal sirf suni. Ghar lagbhag shant tha siway pankhe ki dheemi awaz aur shayankaksh ki kabhi-kabhi sarak. 

Maa snaangrih ki khidki ki taraf bahut dheeme gayi aur kundi par haath rakha. Hichkichayi, phir sirf kuch ungal kholi. 

Aankhein phailin kyunki Vivek sach-sach khada tha, safed banian aur kaali chhoti patloon pehne jaise jaldbazi mein bina theek kapde pehne bahar nikal aaya ho. 

Maa ne dwar aur khola aur phusphusaya, “Buddhi poori chali gayi? Mukhya dwar jao. Hato! Koi dekh le.” Phir Chacha Vivek mukhya dwar gaye. Maa jaldi daudi dwar kholne. 

Vivek muskuraya, “Tumhe bhi namaste.” Maa ne phusphusaya, “Yahan kya kar rahe ho? Aadhi raat hai.” 

“Kaha tha theek se baat nahi ho paati,” usne kaha. Maa ghoori, “Yeh nahi kaha tha mere ghar aao!”