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Aane wale kuch dinon mein, main dekhta raha maa ka Chacha Vivek se sambandh badhta niji ho raha tha. Sabse zyada chakit yeh ki usne kitni suvidha se uske saath tasveeren badalni shuru ki, jo main kabhi kalpana nahi kar sakta tha pita ke peeche.

Ek raat, maine dekha woh shayankaksh ki khidki ke kareeb khadi, savdhani se doorbhash ko alag konon se apna bada nitamb tasveer karne ke liye rakhti.

Pehle usne seedha chhabi-yantra mein nangi tasveer li yoni dikhati, phir ek bagal ki, aur aakhir ek stanon ke saath, gardan dikhati.










Usne har tasveer savdhani se jaanchi, baal theek kiye, aur Chacha Vivek ko sandesh ke saath bheje jo padha, “Lo, Shri Vivek. Ab santusht?”

Uska uttar lagbhag turant aaya, aur maa ka chehra naram hua padhte. “Sundar, bilkul sundar. Khaaskar aakhiri. Tumhare itne shalinta wale stan aur bada nitamb,” usne likha.

Maa ne honth dabaaye, lagta muskaan chhupane ki koshish, phir jawab diya, “Itna kareeb se mat dekho, nirlajj purush.” Chacha Vivek ne kaha, “Sundar stree ki prashansa kyun na karun jo mujhe apni tasveeren bhejti rehti hai?”

Maa ne sir hilaaya aur likha, “Tum asambhav ho rahe ho, Vivek. Aur un tasveeron ko kisi ko dikhane ki himmat mat karna.” Chetavani ke bawajood dekha usne unki prashansa der tak dekhti rahi baatchit khatam hone ke baad.

Samajhne laga Chacha Vivek maa ke bhavon ki woh baat samajhta tha jise pita lagta kabhi sochta nahi. Pita usse roz ke kartavyon, dayalu, aur vivah ke atal pratibaddhata se prem karta tha.

Chacha Vivek, alag, use dhyan, moh-baat, aur gupt prashansa ki uttejna se bhar deta. Maa aakarshak aur chahi gayi mehsoos karne ka anand leti dikhti, khaaskar jab Chacha Vivek uski dhaat ke chhote se chhote vivaran ki prashansa karta.

Phir bhi iska matlab nahi pita ne pati ke roop mein use asafal kiya. Maa apne chunav kar rahi thi, aur woh chunav us wafadar patni se milana badhta kathin ho rahe the jaisa woh dikhati.

Kuch din baad, Chacha Vivek hamare ghar anapekshit prastav le aaya. Woh chahta tha hum chaaron shant grameen sthaan mein kuch din shivir mein bitayein, roz ke shor aur zimmedariyon se door.

Pita turant prasann dikhe, shivir-sthal, mausam, aur yatra ke prashn poochhte. Maa, alag, saaf asahaj dikhi jab Chacha Vivek vyavastha samjha raha tha.








“Hum sab saath?” usne poocha, bhaunhen uthati. “Haan, Mahila,” Chacha Vivek ne vishwas se kaha. “Tum, Ranveer, tumhara putra, aur main. Yeh ek ajeeb chhota parivaar avkash hoga.”

Chacha Vivek ke utsah ne turant dhyan khincha. Shak hua uska nimantran poora mitrata se prerit nahi, khaaskar jab dekha usne maa se pal-bhar nazar badli.

Usne bhi woh nazar pehchani, kyunki chehra dhyan dene layak thanda hua. “Mujhe nahi lagta shivir itna achha vichaar hai,” usne kaha, bahen jakadti.

“Anavashyak yatra sangathit kiye bina chinta karne ke liye kaafi cheezen hain.” Pita ne narmi se tok diya, samjhate ki woh kam hi saath bahar nikalte hain aur Chacha Vivek ne udarta se saari vyavastha karne ki peshkash ki.

Maa aakhir maan gayi, par usse pehle Chacha Vivek ko us nazar se chetavani di jo kehti thi woh theek se samajhti hai woh kya yojana bana sakta hai.

Jo sataya woh maa ki badhti taiyari thi aisi sthitiyon mein bhag lene ki jo jaanti thi aage vishwasghat tak le ja sakti hain. Woh yatra mazbooti se mana kar sakti thi, samjha sakti asahaj hai, ya Chacha Vivek ke aas-paas itna samay bitane se inkaar.

Ulte, usne sirf halki aapatti di phir pita ko manane diya. Use taras aaya, kyunki usne uski aakhiri sahmati ko uski taiyari ka ek aur udaharan maana use khush karne ki.

Use andaza nahi tha uska parivaar avkash sangathit karne wala mitra gupt uski patni chhod raha hai. Aur bura, maa jaanti thi Chacha Vivek use aur chhodna chahta hai, phir bhi use hamari zindagi mein aane deti rahi.

Jaise hi pita bahar gayab hua, Chacha Vivek maa ke kareeb aaya aur narmi se kamar ke aas-paas baazu ghusaya. “Vivek! Yeh kya kar rahe ho?” usne phusphusaya, turant baramda ki taraf dekhti.

Usne zor se chumma shuru kiya.

“Buddhi poori chali gayi? Mera pati bilkul bahar hai!” Chacha Vivek atyant shaant raha, uska dhyan wapas apni taraf kheenchta.

“Dheela pad jao, kulta. Tumhara pati apni sampatti ki baat mein vyast hai. Chahta hoon ab mera ling chooso, yeh kathor hai.” Maa ne haath uske seene par rakhe, unke beech kuch doorii rakhte.

“Mat! Yeh tumhara atithi-kaksh nahi, Vivek. Hum mere pati ke ghar ke andar khade hain!”

Chacha Vivek ne us parichit, chirchiraane wale atma-vishwas wale chehre se uska chehra jaancha. “Aur phir bhi tum yahan khadi mujhse baat kar rahi ho na ki hatkar,” usne badbadaaya.







Maa ne aankhein sankochi, saaf uske nireekshan se chirchi. “Kyunki main tumhe samjhaane ki koshish kar rahi hoon kitne uttardayi ho rahe ho, nirlajj purush!” usne phusphusaya.

Chacha Vivek ne narmi se kamar chhodi par kareeb raha. “Phir kuch kaho. Kyun hamesha itni pareshan dikhti ho jab saath hote hain, phir din ka aadha hisa mujhe apni yoni, stan aur us mote nitamb ki tasveeren bhejti ho?”

Maa ka chehra badla, aur usne pal-bhar aankhein giraayin phir uttar diya. “Yeh do bilkul alag cheezen hain, Vivek. Doorbhash par baat ka matlab nahi tum yahan aakar jab chaaho ling choosne ki maang karo.”

Chacha Vivek thoda kareeb jhuka aur poocha kya woh use ek achha munh ka kaam degi pita lautne se pehle. Maa ne turant sir hilaaya.

“Nahi! Bilkul nahi! Uske alawa, tumhara ling bahut bada hai, munh dard karega, aur mujhe uski gandh khaas pasand nahi,” usne phusphusaya, naak sikodti atyadhik asweekar se.

Chacha Vivek ne bhaunhen uthayin, lagta uski shikayaton se anamanit. “Sach? Dilchasp, sochte hue tumne dono pareshaniyon ka zikr nahi kiya jab atithi-kaksh mein mera poora ling nigala.”

“Vivek!” maa ne virodh kiya, gaal laal hote phir baramda ki taraf dekhti. “Us bura raat ka zikr band karoge? Ek din humein pakadwa doge!”

Phir bina maa ke jaane usne phir chuma aur is baar haath uske bade mote nitamb par rakhe aur mala.

Chacha Vivek ne awaz giraayi. “Theek, phir zikr nahi karunga. Par tumne mera prashn ka uttar nahi diya.” Maa ne asvishwas se dekha. “Tum atyant ziddi ho. Paanch minat ke liye theek nahi chal sakte?”

Usne sirf muskuraya, “Kar sakta hoon, par saamne khadi sundar stree ka munh chhodna chahta tha.”

Maa kai pal chup rahi, lagta jokhim ko uske sneha se tolti. Phir ghutnon par baithi, uski patloon pakdi aur kholi.

“Ek,” usne mazbooti se phusphusaya, chehre ki taraf ungli uthati. “Sirf ek munh ka kaam, Vivek, aur baad mein door raho. Samjhe?”

Chacha Vivek ne sir hilaaya, aur maa ne ghabra kar baramda ki taraf dekha usse pehle patloon se uska vishal ling nikaala. Vivek ka ling lagbhag terah ungali lamba aur itna chauda.

Usne pal-bhar ling jaancha, uske pareshan munh ke baare mein kuch badbadaaya, aur aakhir malna aur us par thookna shuru kiya.

Jo maa ne ek jaldbazi wala munh ka kaam socha tha woh uske yojana se kaafi lamba ho gaya. Chacha Vivek thoda peeche hata aur saaf prashansa ke chehre se use jaancha.

Usne uska munh bahut tez chhodna shuru kiya.








“Bhagwan, Shobha! Meri veshya! Aaaahhhh tum munh ka kaam dene mein atyant achhi ho,” usne phusphusaya. “Kaun sochta Ranveer ki ijjatdar, nirdosh patni itni gandi aur kulta banne jaanti hai?”

Maa ne turant bhaun tedhi keen jab choosti rahi, chahe munh ke kone lajjit muskaan chhupate. “Chup raho, Vivek! Ab mere charitra ka faisla mat shuru karo, khaaskar jab tum hi hamesha munh ka kaam maangte ho.”

Chacha Vivek vishwas se muskuraya, uska sir thaama aur ling munh mein jabardasti ghusaaya, “Khud dekho! Kuch saptah pehle tum itni samarpit patni thi, aur ab lagbhag meri gupt veshya ban gayi.”

Maa ne uski jaanghon ko mazboot dhakka diya. “Main abhi Ranveer ki patni hoon, nirlajj purush! Yeh bhoolne ki himmat mat karna.” Phir jab Vivek ne dheeme poocha kya woh ek aur munh ka kaam chahti hai, woh hichkichayi, dwar dekha, aur aakhir apni marzi se kareeb jhuki.

Is baar, woh kam jaldbazi dikhi, sneha se jawab deti phir narmi se peeche hati. Woh Chacha Vivek ka ling utsah se choos rahi thi. “Kaafi Vivek kripya! Mujhe ijjat bachani hai,” usne phusphusaya, jaldi baal chikne karti.

“Ijjat?” Vivek ne dohraya, bhaunhen uthate. “Tum veshya, doosre purush se chhodi gayi aur ab doosre purush ka ling choos rahi ho jab tumhara pati bahar doorbhash-aahvan kar raha hai. Shayad us ijjat ke baare mein thoda pehle sochna chahiye tha.”

Maa ghoori, thodi der uttar nahi bana saki. Rasoi ke kareeb apni jagah se, main lagbhag khulkar hans pada us asadharan virodh par uski gambhir chetavaniyon aur sneha-vyavhar ke beech.

Woh dwar ki taraf dekhati rahi, dahshat se ki pita anapekshit laut aaye. Woh abhi Vivek ka ling mal rahi thi.

“Dwar dekhna band karo aur jo kar rahi ho us par dhyan do kulta,” Vivek ne phusphusaya. “Main dhyan de rahi hoon.” Maa ne phir uska ling choosna shuru kiya, poora apne kulta-munh mein samaati.

Maa ne virodh kiya, chahe saaf dikh raha tha us lambe ling ko munh mein samaane ki kashmakash chhupane mein.








Baithak se “guck guck guck” jaisi awazen aati rahi jab woh choosti rahi. Das minat ling choosne ke baad, maa aakhir seedhi hui aur usse peeche hati. Woh uske munh mein gira.

Woh karaha, “Aaahhhhhh Shobhaaa oooohhh meri kulta aoooohhhh apna beej apne ashuddh munh mein lo aooohhhh.”

“Yeh bilkul kaafi hai, Vivek.” usne ghoshit kiya, chetavani wali ungli uski taraf dikhati. Vivek ne sir hilaaya par aakhiri tippani rok nahi saka. “Jaise chaho, veshya. Tumhara pati zaroor nahi jaanta uski manee kathor patni kitni sneha-bhari ho sakti hai.”

Unhone jaldi theek kiya, maa ne baal seedhe kiye jab chacha ne patloon ki kari band ki.

Achanak, pita ki awaz bahar se sunai di, aur maa turant peeche hati aur munh poncha. “Oh, bura! Woh aa raha hai!” usne phusphusaya, jaldi baal aur theek karti aur kapde seedhe karti.

Chacha Vivek shaanti se apni kursi par lauta, shivir-pustika uthayi, aur jaanchne laga jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Maa mez ke bagal khadi, prastavit shivir-rasta adhyayan dikhati chehra sambhalne ki koshish karti.

Ek pal baad, pita kamre mein aaya aur sabko wait karane ke liye kshama maangi. “Sab theek, priye?” usne maa se sneha se poocha.

“Zaroor, Ranveer,” maa ne kaha, seedha uski aankhon mein dekhte hairan karne wali shaanti se. “Vivek bas mujhe shivir ki vyavastha samjha raha tha.”

Pita ne prashansa se muskuraya, poori tarah anjaan ki uski patni aur vishwas-paatra mitra sirf pal pehle gupt chum rahe the. “Ajeeb! To lagta hum sab sahmat hain,” usne kaha, Chacha Vivek ki taraf mudte.

Maa ne sir hilaaya, par mez ke neeche, usne dhyan se chetavani wali ungli Vivek ki taraf dikhayi jab pita nahi dekh raha tha.

Usne uska sandesh theek se samjha aur bas shivir-sthal ki baat jaari rakhi, jab main rasoi se dekh raha tha, phir se chakit kitni asani se unka bhed pita ki naak ke neeche bacha raha.