Thriller गुनाहों का देवता

[Jay Thakur]

 2. Chhote Mama Ka Inkaar

Maine kuch der tak khud ko sambhala. Phir chhote Mama ko phone lagaya.

Mujhe pata tha ki wo bade Mama se zyada baat nahi karte the, lekin phir bhi mann mein ek chhoti-si ummeed thi.

Chhote Mama: "Haan, bolo."

Main: "Mama, mujhe aapse zaroori baat karni hai. Main bahut badi musibat mein hoon."

Chhote Mama: "Kaisi musibat?"

Maine unhe poori baat samjhayi. Bataya ki Tau ne mujhe ghar se nikaal diya hai, mere bank account mein paise nahi bache aur main baarish mein bheegta hua idhar-udhar bhatak raha hoon.

Lekin meri baat poori hone se pehle hi unhone kaha—

Chhote Mama: "Dekho, mujhe tumhare ghar ke maamle mein nahi padna. Aur tumhari Maa ne jo faisla liya tha, uska nateeja ab tum log bhugto."

Main: "Mama, Maa ne jo bhi kiya, usmein mera kya kasoor hai? Main toh us waqt paida bhi nahi hua tha."

Chhote Mama: "Mujhe koi behas nahi karni. Mere apne kharche hain, meri apni zimmedariyan hain. Main tumhe apne ghar nahi bula sakta."

Main: "Maine aapse paise bhi nahi maange, Mama. Main toh bas kuch din ke liye rehne ki jagah maang raha hoon. Main aapko koi pareshani nahi doonga."

Chhote Mama: "Bas, ab aur nahi. Mujhe dobara phone mat karna."

Call kat gayi.

Main apne mobile ko dekhta raha. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki aakhir apne hi khoon ke rishte itne begaane kaise ho sakte hain.

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