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CHAPTER 1

Meri maa ki shaant zindagi


Main ne hamesha apni ammi, Shahida Iqbal ko perfect mom ke roop mein jaana hai, meri sharmeeli
ammi, woh aurat jis ki taraf humare mohalle ki har maa apni betiyon ko ishq sikhaate hue ishaara
karti hai ki ek achchi biwi kaisi honi chahiye.
Baalis saal ki umar mein bhi woh itni shaant izzat se chalti hain ki jab woh guzar jaati hain to log
apni awaazein dheemi kar lete hain.

Unka naam, Shahida Iqbal, bilkul un par suit karta hai: zinda dil magar paakiza.

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CHAPTER 4



Main is mysterious padosi par shak karne laga hoon





Jabir aur main akhirkaar butchery se ghar wapas pahunche, ab hamare qadam tezi se badh rahe the kyunki
dopahar ki garmi mein chicken ka bhaari paper bag bojh ban chuka tha.


Sadkein us purani Eid se pehle wali energy se bhari hui thin – rang birange dupatte odhe auratein taza
khajoor aur mewon ke dheron par mol-tol kar rahi thin, bachche naye guubaron ke saath pairon ke beech
daud rahe the, aur kabhi-kabhi sajaye hue rickshaw ka horn bajta jo tehwaar ke geet zor se chala raha tha.


Meri peeth par paseena beh raha tha, lekin hum GTA mein kiye hue kisi bewakoofi bhare stunt par hans rahe
the, woh mysterious padosi pal bhar ke liye dimagh ke peeche chala gaya tha.


“Yaar, agar teri ammi us chicken se apni special karahi banaye to main dinner ke liye ruk jaunga,” Jabir ne
kaha, bag doosre haath mein badalte hue. “Invitation ki zaroorat nahi.”


Main muskuraya. “Deal. Lekin uske baad bartaan dhone padenge – pichhli baar ki tarah bhagna nahi.”
Humne darwaza khola, ghar ki thandi chhaanv ek sukoon bhari rahat thi. Turant hi lazzat bhari khushboo ne
humen gher liya: gehre masaale garlic aur adrak ke sizzle ke saath mil rahe the, pyaaz ke sunehre hone ki
woh pehchaani khushboo garam tel mein.


Nafisa aunty main kitchen mein thi, aasteen chadhi hui, ek bade deghche ko focused energy se hilati hui, chehra
chulhe ki garmi se laal lekin khushi se chamakta hua.


Ammi counter par thi, steel ke tiffin box ko dheere se pack kar rahi thin – taza rotiyaan foil mein lapeti hui,
curry ka bada hissa jo Nafisa bana rahi thi, bagal mein dahi ka raita, aur abbu ko pasand aam ka achaar us teekhi
kick ke liye.


“Lo tum dono aa gaye!” ammi ne kaha, sar utha kar rahat aur mazak bhari jhidki ke milaap se. “Mujhe laga
bazaar mein kho gaye. Nafisa yahan lifesaver bani hui hai – aao, chicken sink mein rakh do taaki woh theek se
dho kar marinate kar sake.”


Nafisa mud kar, dupatte ke kinaare se maatha ponchhti hui, badi muskurahat di. “Mere bahadur delivery boys!
Baba Rahman busy tha? Batao unhone taza pieces mein kami nahi ki na.”
“Jagah bhari hui thi,” maine kaha, bag fakhr se dete hue. “Lekin humne best cuts liye – breast aur thighs,
bilkul jaise tumne kaha tha, Ammi.”


Jabir ne excited sar hilaya. “Aur unhone extra giblets free mein daal diye. Kehne lage Shahida bibi ki mashhoor
cooking ke liye.”
Ammi halke se hansi, tiffin ko mutmaeen click se band karte hue. “Woh kasai achcha aadmi hai na? Achche lads.
Ab suno – main yeh khana tumhare abbu ki dukaan par le ja rahi hoon. Subah se message kar rahe hain ki
last-minute Eid shoppers se kitna rush hai. Bechaara nashta ke baad se kuch nahi khaya hoga.”


Woh Nafisa ki taraf mudin, chehre par sachchi shukrguzaari. “Nafisa, dil se shukriya ki meri kitchen mein kood
padi madad ke liye. Tum na hoti to yeh sab prep kaise manage karti. Curry ki khushboo already lazzat bhari hai.”
Nafisa ne haath hila kar taal diya, lekin aankhein khushi se chamkin.

“Arre Shahida, rishtedaar kiske liye hote
hain? Jao, Hussain bhai ka khayaal rakho. Yahan hum sambhaal lenge – shayad wapas aane tak taste test bhi
taiyaar ho.”


Ammi ne purse uthaya, tiffin usmein daala, aur ek halka shawl, peela dupatta aakhri baar theek karte hue.
“Zyada der nahi lagegi. Lads, koi shararat nahi – aur agar Nafisa ko madad chahiye to chulhe par nazar rakho.”
Jaldi se haath hila kar woh bahar niklin, darwaza dheere se band hua.


Khidki se maine dekha woh gali mein bheed ko apni us asaan grace se guzar rahi thin. Dhoop unke dupatte par
pad rahi thi, peela kapda aur chamak raha tha, aur unmein ek halki si chamak thi – kitchen ki garmi se gaal
laal, aankhein maqsad se roshan. Log sar ghuma kar dekhte ja rahe the: ek dukandaar pukarta hua
“Shahida bibi, advance Eid Mubarak!” aur woh garam muskurahat aur salaam se jawab deti hui.

Bazaar ki
afra-tafri mein woh ek sukoon bhari shakhsiyat ki tarah chal rahi thin, tiffin dheere se jhoolta hua, woh
shaant confidence jo har kisi ko garam mehsoos karata tha.






Anarkali Bazaar tak paidal zyada door nahi tha, lekin sadkein last-minute sauda karne walon se bhari thin.
Ammi chalte hue sach mein chamak rahi thin.
Jab ammi abbu ki dukaan pahunchin, wahaan afra-tafri thi – alamaariyaan chamakti kapdon se bhari, customers
kurte roshni mein utha kar mol-le rahe, excited awaazon mein haggling.


Abbu beech mein the, aasteen chadhe hue, ek gharane ko matching kapde chunne mein madad kar rahe,
purchases saaf-suthre pack karte hue.


Unka chehra khulta hua bada, thaka hua lekin khushi bhara muskurahat bana jab unhone bheed mein se ammi ko
dekha. “Shahida? Meri favorite delivery service?” unhone pukara, customer se maafi maang kar counter ke aage
aaye.


Woh tiffin prize ki tarah uthaaye, aankhein chamakti hui. “Hardest-working husband in Lahore ke liye special
delivery. Socha agar khana na pahunchaya to yeh madness mein bhook se behosh ho jaayenge.”





Unhone box liya, unhen dheere se scarves ki rack ke peeche ek shaant kone mein le jaate hue, afra-tafri se door.
Paas jhuk kar dheeme se bole, “Tumne mera dil padh liya. Aur tum – aise aana, itni khubsurat lag rahi ho...
ek saadgi bhara kaam ko gift ki tarah kaise bana deti ho?”


Ammi ke gaalon mein purani garmahat ubhri, dheere se idhar udhar dekhte hue narm awaaz mein jawab diya,
“Bas karo, charmer. Koi sun lega. Lekin seriously, garam hai abhi khana. Roti, curry, raita – sab jo tumhe pasand.”
Abbu ne dhakkan khola, gehri saans lete hue exaggerated sukoon ki aah bhari. “Jannat. Bilkul jannat. Ek minute
baitho mere saath? Business ruk sakta hai.”


Woh pyar se sar hilaya lekin paas rahi. “Nahi – ghar mein bohot kaam. Lekin batao, kaise chal raha? Lagta hai sab
bech doge.”
“Alhamdulillah, maheeno mein best din,” unhone kaha, ek niwala lete hue aankhein band kar ke maze lete hue.
“Sabko kal ke liye naye kapde chahiye. Aur kal ki baat – Eid! Yakeen nahi aata akhirkaar aa gayi. Ghar chaos aur
meethaiyon se bhar jaayega.”


Ammi hansi, counter se takiya lagaaye. “Chaos haan – lads already fireworks empire plan kar rahe. Lekin
khoobsurat hoga. Ghar wale, khana, woh nayi gown jo tumne surprise di... abhi bhi yakeen nahi aata itna kharch
kiya.”


Unhone haath hila kar taal diya, muh aadha bhara muskurate hue. “Har paisa worth tha tumhe chamakte dekhne
ke liye. Aur bachche – hamara beta suit try karte hue kitna bada lag raha tha.”
Woh sar tedha kiya, aankhon mein sharaarti chamak. “Chamakte ki baat... jaante ho, tumne jewelry ka wada kiya
tha gown ke saath match karne ko. Kuch saadha, bilkul.”


Abbu hansa, bina hichak pocket mein haath daal kar folded notes nikalte hue. “Jaise bhool jaunga. Yeh lo – jaao
khud treat karo. Lekin wada karo kuch aisa chunogi jo tumhe khushi de.”


Unka chehra Eid subah ke bachche ki tarah chamak utha, aankhein khushi se chaudi hui paise lete hue.
“Oh Hussain... shukriya. Tum mere saath zyada achche ho.” Woh pairon ke panjon par uthi, ek baar idhar udhar
dekha phir gaal par narm, der tak rehne wala kiss diya. “I love you.”


Unhone unka haath pakda pal bhar, dabaya. “Aur main tumse zyada. Ab jao – warna dukaan jaldi band kar ke
peeche aa jaunga.”
“Ek aakhri baat,” unhone jaate hue kaha, lehja mazak bhara sakht. “Zyada mehnga nahi, theek? Bachchon ki
Eidi aur bills abhi baqi hain.”


Woh peeche mud kar sharaarti muskurahat di. “Dekhenge.” Aur yun woh bheed mein ghul gayin, seedhe apni
pasandeeda jewelry dukaan ki taraf jo kuch galiyan door thi.


Ammi ki yeh pyaari aadat thi – jab extra paise hote ya khususi mauka, woh jewelry mein indulge karti thin. Na
bhari bharkam, balki woh tukde jo roshni pakadte aur unhe elegant mehsoos karate: nazuk chain, saadgi bhare
earrings, shayad ek bracelet halke pattharon wala.
Unhone jewelry store se kai jewelry khareede.







Abbu hamesha mazak karte “shiny cheezon par paise barbaad” ke baare mein, lekin dil se kabhi bura nahi maante;
unki khushi dekhna hi kafi tha. Us din unhone ek khubsurat gold necklace chuni dangling pendants wali aur
matching jhumka earrings – sequined gown ke liye perfect.


Is beech ghar par, Jabir aur main living room par qabza kar chuke the, controllers haath mein, poori tarah GTA ke
garam muqable mein doobe hue. TV engine ki goonj aur dramatic music se goonj raha tha jab hum virtual traffic
mein daud rahe the, ek doosre par chillate hue.


“Woh shortcut le – left, left!” main chillaya, aage jhuk kar.
“Nahi yaar, woh trap hai – cops har jagah!” Jabir ne jawab diya, buttons zor se dabate hue. “Ha! Boost – main nikal
gaya!”


Chase ke beech darwaza khula, aur ammi shopping bags chhupaaye andar aayi. Woh ruki, haath kamar par,
afra-tafri ka jaayza lete hue.


“Lads! Yeh kya shor? Pura mohalla jaga doge. Game band karo aur Zuhr padho – waqt nikal gaya.”
Humne screen pause kiya, guilty nazrein milaaye. “Ammi, please – bas yeh mission khatam kar len,” maine minnat ki.
“Turant namaaz padh lenge, wada.”






“Haan Shahida Aunty,” Jabir ne saath diya. “Yeh big heist hai – itne qareeb pahunch gaye!”
Nafisa ne kitchen se sar nikala, abhi bhi hilati hui. “Oh chhod do unhen thodi der, Shahida. Dekho chehre – Eid ki
excitement ubal rahi hai. Thoda shor kisne rok diya, aaj ke din.”


Ammi ne aah bhari lekin muskurahat chhupa na saki, aayi aur mere baalon ko pyar se sehlaya. “Theek, jeet gaye
tum – is baar. Lekin volume dheemi, aur jaldi namaaz. Mere chhote shararti... jab bade ho kar chale jaoge to kya
karungi?”


Hum dheeme se cheer kiye, game low volume par jaari rakha jabki bade baatein karne lage. “Curry khoobsurat
ban rahi hai,” Nafisa ne kaha. “Tumhari recipe bilkul – extra tamatar teekhapan ke liye.”
Ammi ne qadr se sar hilaya. “Khushboo se lag raha. Oh, aur Nafisa – bagicha sookha lag raha. Pichhle saal lagaye
gulab wilting kar rahe. Abhi paani daal aati hoon; shaam ki hawa achchi lagegi.”


“Achcha idea,” Nafisa maani. “Fresh air cooking marathon se pehle.”
Jab ammi hose le kar courtyard ki taraf gayin, main Jabir se bola. “Pause kar Jabir, pyaas lag rahi. Peeche kitchen
se paani le aata hoon. Tujhe glass?”
“Nahi, main theek – jaldi aa, warna bina tere shuru kar dunga.”


Doosri kitchen shaant thi, peeche wali badi khidki se padosi ghar dikhte the. Dhoop sunehri dhaaron mein andar
aa rahi thi jab main filter se glass bhara, thanda paani maze se piya.
Gaming ke josh ke baad thanda paani kitna sukoon deta tha.


Phir, be-jaane khidki se dekhte hue, meri nazar bagal mein harkat par padi.
Wahi woh rugged aadmi, apne gate ki taraf tezi se ja raha, chehre par wahi sakht expression. Paas se dekhne mein
bilkul Jabir ki description match kar raha: mazboot jabda, kaali teekhi aankhein, gaal par halka daag, toothpick
dheere dheere honthon ke beech ghumta hua.


Usmein woh criminal jaisa aura tha – chaude kandhe, maqsad bhara chal, aisa aadmi jo shaant gali mein nahi
balki andheri galiyon mein lagta tha.
Lekin jo mujhe hairan kar gaya, paani par gale ruk gaya, woh jawan aurat jo uske bagal mein chal rahi thi.


Lag bhag 25 saal ki, uske baazu se halke se chipki hui, tight kaali trousers mein jo pairon ko hug kar rahi thin aur
saada safed t-shirt jo uski curves ko zahir kar rahi thi – sexy, confident, lambi leherdar baal hansne ke saath
uchal rahe jab usne kuch dheeme bola.
Woh casually cigarette pee raha tha, ek baazu uski kamar par possessively.






Mera pehla khayaal: beti? Shayad Eid visit ke liye, lekin kya woh '. bhi hai? Yeh samjha deta – responsible,
protective lag raha, andar le ja raha. To Jabir ne overreact kiya; aadmi sirf private family man tha jo beti ke
saath lekin main sirf guess kar raha, mujhe pata nahi.


Phir bhi, woh gate par ruka, sadak scan karta hua – bayen, dayen, oopar rooftops tak. Aurat pehle andar gayi,
kandhe par se playful muskurahat phenk kar.


Phir, slow motion mein, uski aankhein aakhri baar idhar udhar – teekhi, hisaab lagati, shikaari jaisi. Mera dil ruk
gaya; main curtain ke peeche chhup gaya instinctively, glass abhi haath mein. Mujhe yakeen nahi tha us par to use
pata nahi chalna chahiye tha ki main ghoor raha hoon.


Usne gehra kash liya, dhuaan chhoda jo hawa mein latka raha, cigarette abhi muh mein, darwaza zor se band kiya.
Maine jhatka saak kar ignore kiya aur bilkul parwah nahi ki kyunki mera koi lena dena nahi tha aur Jabir ke paas
wapas game jaari karne chala gaya. Zindagi chalti rahi.


Eid-ul-Fitr ki subah roshan aur khushi bhari thi. Masjid mein khususi namaaz ke baad, jahaan takbeeron aur “Eid
Mubarak” ke gale milne se goonj rahi thi, hamara bara gharana aur padosi ek bade community hall mein jama hue.
Jagah badal chuki thi – rang birange banners, khane se ladhi mezein, lively dance floor jahaan speakers bhangra
beats aur popular songs chala rahe the.


Abbu aur maine mazak mein outfits match kiye – cream suits subtle gold embroidery wale, perfect tailored. “Baap
beta, show chura lenge,” unhone mazak kiya jab humne ghar se nikalne se pehle ek doosre ke collar theek kiye,
dono sharp aur fakhr se.


Lekin ammi – unhone sabka saans rok liya. Abbu ne secretly ek stunning gown banwayi thi: floor-length lambi
aasteen wali, bodycon silhouette jo figure ko elegant tareeqe se contour karti thi jabki poora parda. Multicolored
sequins vertical stripes mein behte hue, har roshni pakad kar rainbow ki tarah chamakte.


Unhone custom work par achcha kharch kiya tha, chahte the woh queen jaisi mehsoos karen – khubsurat, confident
, aur apne usoolon ke saath. Nayi jewelry gale aur kaanon mein chamakti hui, halka makeup features ko enhance
karta hua, woh pure elegance radiate kar rahi thin.






Hall energy se goonj raha tha – gharane mil rahe, bachche guubare daudaa rahe, khalaen outfits compare kar rahi.
Ammi apne element mein thi, lively aur hans rahi, sequins chamakte hue jab woh bheed mein sabko salaam karti
guzarti thin.


Main zyada der door na reh saka. Dance floor ke paas unhen dekhte hi daud pada. “Ammi! Mere saath dance karna
padega – koi bahana nahi!”
Woh mudin, aankhein mock surprise se chaudi phir pyar se narm. “Beta, dekho tum – suit mein kitne handsome.
Theek, ek dance, lekin mere pairon par mat kadam rakhna!”


Hum floor par shamil hue, haath jude hue music ke saath. “Tum yahan sabse khubsurat aurat ho,” maine sachche
dil se kaha, simple steps mein guide karte hue. “Yeh gown – abbu ne achcha kiya.”
Woh hansi, khushi bhari awaaz jo sar ghuma deti thi. “Kiya na? Lekin tum – kitni jaldi bade ho rahe. Jaldi hi apni
umar ki kisi special ke saath nachoge.”


Maine muh banaya. “Kabhi nahi. Tum forever meri favorite partner. Batao apna pasandeeda Eid memory – jab tum
meri umar ki thin.”
Jaise hum jhool rahe the, unhone gaon ki saadgi bhari celebrations ki kahaniyan sunayi – saadha lekin pyar se bhara.
Perfect tha.


Baad mein, saans phooli hui, unhone mera gaal thapthapaya. “Bas ab – jaao Jabir dhoondo aur thodi masoom shararat
karo. Nafisa akhirkaar aa gayi; mujhe usse baat karni.”
Main chala gaya, jabki ammi apni dost ke paas gayin.


“Nafisa! Lo aa gayi – fikr ho rahi thi,” ammi ne kaha, garam jhappi mein kheenchte hue. “Eid Mubarak! Itni der kyun?
Masjid mein miss kiya.”






Nafisa ne dramatic aah bhari, dupatta theek karte hue. “Eid Mubarak, Shahida! Traffic aur mera shauhar blame karo,
jo ek ghante shoes decide nahi kar paya. Tum to – wow! Yeh gown stunning hai. Ghumo, dikhao.”


Ammi dheere ghumi, sequins chamke. “Hussain ki den. Aur tum bhi kitni achchi lag rahi – yeh rang suit karta.”
Jaldi hi Rubina shamil ho gayi, Nafisa ki baatein karne wali dost mohalle ke paar se. “Ladies! Eid Mubarak! Shahida,
tum chamak rahi ho – nayi jewelry bhi? Sab batao.”


Teeno asaan baaton mein doob gayin – outfits compare, sheer khurma recipes, bachchon ki shararaton par hansi.
Hall ke paar, abbu ne bheed mein ammi ki nazar pakdi aur gallant bow ke saath haath badhaya. “My lady, ek dance ke
liye chura loon?”


Unki muskurahat roshan, bina hichak haath thaama. “Chura lo, kind sir, tum mere shauhar jo ho.”
Woh saath graceful chale, saalon ka saath har qadam mein zahir. Unke saamne, ammi ke haath unke kandhon par, kamar
music ke saath dheere jhoolti, gown jaise liquid light behti hui. Woh dheeme meethi baatein karte – inside jokes, pyar
bhara mazak – celebration mein apne bubble mein kho gaye.






Din pure khushi tha: beinteha khana, dil se jhappiyaan, Eidi lifafe, hansi dopahar tak goonjti rahi. Hum tab tak nache
jab tak pair dard na karne lage, khaya jab tak pet na bhar jaaye, har pal ko cherish kiya.


Shaam dhalte hi hum ghar ki taraf car mein sawar hue, thake hue lekin sukoon se. Padosi ghar se guzarte hue maine
casually dekha. Wahi woh rugged aadmi, jiska naam abhi bhi nahi jaanta, ek aur aurat ko andar le ja raha tha, yeh ab lag
bhag 30 saal ki chamkile peele salwar kameez mein, hans rahi thi darwaze ke andar gayab hote hue.


Maine zyada na socha – shayad aur rishtedaar ya dost. Achcha hai unke liye; aise din pyar aur saath celebrate karna chahiye.
Ghar karib 9 baje pahunche, raat ke aasman mein taare chamak rahe. Ammi araamdeh baingani nightdress mein badal
gayin – narm behta kapda relax ke liye perfect – aur kitchen mein leftovers garam karne chali gayin late-night feast ke
liye.



Abbu sofa par baith gaye, remote haath mein, mutmaeen aah ke saath channels badalte.
Unhone namaaz bhi padhi. Woh kabhi namaaz nahi choodti.





Jaldi hi hum dinner table par jama hue: garam biryani, taza salad, garam naan. Baatein behti rahi – hall ke mazedaar pal
yaad karte, agle din ke visits plan karte.
“Yaad hai Uncle Farooq dance floor par phisla?” abbu hansa.
Ammi hansi. “Bechaara – lekin style se recover kiya!”


Khane ke baad main maafi maang kar haath dhone doosri kitchen mein gaya, sabse shaant jagah. Paani pairon par behta
hua, maine aadat se khidki se dekha.
Phir harkat. Woh aadmi – ab ek aur aurat ko andar le ja raha. Doosron se alag, neeli saree mein, familiar asani se andar
ja rahi. Ab bhi cigarette muh mein.






Main ruk gaya, bhoonh chadhaayi. Phir ek? Subah, dopahar, ab raat? Shubha ubhar aaya. Yeh saadhi family visits nahi lag
rahi. Itni alag alag auratein kyun aa rahi aur ja rahi?

Yeh sawaal dimagh mein latka raha jab main haath ponchh raha tha, Eid ki khushi ab us enigmatic padosi ke baare mein
dheemi si bechaini se bhari hui

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CHAPTER 5



Eid ke jashn ke baad kuch cheezen ho rahi hain jo
main poori tarah samajh nahi pa raha



Subah ki roshni dheere dheere mere kamre mein dakhil ho rahi thi jaise ek narm
mehmaan, patle lace ke pardo se chhanti hui aur bistar par sunehri halki dhaariyaan
banaati hui.


Main dheere se karaha jab khinch kar utha, kal ki beinteha nach-gaane aur community
hall mein daud-dhoop se meri muscles ahista se ehtijaaj kar rahi thin.


Magar jaise hamesha hota tha, ammi mujhse bohot pehle uth chuki thin. Wahan,
mere bistar ke bagal mein chhoti lakdi ki meez par woh nashta rakha tha jo unhone
chupke se taiyaar kar ke rakh diya tha – unka woh pyar bhara ritual jo sust subahon
ko bhi khususi bana deta tha.








Taza, khasta parathon ka dher abhi tawa se garam, sunehre aur ghee ke daane chamak
rahe the jo dilkash tareeqe se mann ko lubha rahe the; ek piyali dahi mein cheeni aur
elaichi ka halka chhinta jo narm khushboo faila raha tha.


Main tasavvur kar sakta tha ki unhone pehle pairon ke panjon par aayi hongi, mujhe
jagana nahi chahte hue, sab kuch pyar bhari muskurahat ke saath sajaate hue.


Main dheere se baitha, ek paratha uthaya aur tukda tod kar muh mein daala, ghee
bhare patton ka maze lete hue jo muh mein ghul rahe the. Ghar mein khamoshi thi
siwaye bahar se aati hui ek pehchaani awaaz ke – paani ki barabar behti, rhythm wali
chhinta jo pattiyon aur mitti par pad rahi thi.


Mujhe turant samajh aa gaya: ammi
bagiche mein thi, apne pyare podon ko paani de rahi thin.
Yeh unki roz ki rhythm ka hissa tha, khusoosan subah ke waqt.






Lekin is subah, kuch theek nahi lag raha tha. Hawa mein ek halki si bechaini thi. Mujhe
yeh pal bohot pasand tha – pajame mein khada hona, garam subah ki dhoop chehre ko
chhoona, mohalla dheere dheere zinda hota dekhna.


Panchi chehchaha rahe the, meri
nazar bahar ke manzar par bhatki, aur tab maine usey phir dekha – padosi ghar ke us
rugged aadmi ko.


Woh apni chhoti balcony par tha, jo hamare darmiyaan ki neeche deewar se saaf nazara
deta tha. Woh purane plastic kursi par leta hua tha, taange aaram se phelaaye, god
mein ek magazine khula hua.


Woh page palat raha tha susti se, lekin uska posture bata raha tha ki woh poori tarah
padhne mein masroof nahi. Uske honthon mein cigarette lagi hui thi, nok halki si chamak
rahi thi jab woh kash leta, patla dhuaan hawa mein udta aur gayab ho jata. Bagal ki
chhoti meez par garam kaali coffee ka mug tha, abhi tak chhua nahi.


Curiosity is baar aur zor se kheench rahi thi. Woh ab bhi cigarette pee raha tha. Aaj usne
saada sleeveless vest pehna tha, jo garmi mein mazdoor aksar pehnte, uske chaude,
mazboot seene par tight khincha hua jo kaale baalon se dhaka tha – kapde ke khule hisse
se dikhai de raha tha.


Rok na saka, maine desk ke drawer se purana binoculars nikal liya – woh jo abbu ne saalon
pehle family picnic par panchi dekhne ke liye diye the – aur aankhon se laga kar focus kiya
jab tak woh saaf na dikhne laga.


Magazine lagta tha glossy wala, car ads ya shayad kuch zyada sensational; cover saaf nahi
dikh raha tha lekin lag raha tha porn magazine.
Phir sabse hairat angez baat hui, garam dhoop ke bawajood meri reedh mein sardi daud
gayi. Usne sar dheere dheere ghumaya, jaise sirf subah ka manzar dekh raha ho.


Uski nazar
gharoon ki qataar par pheri – pehle door wale ghar par thodi der tik kar, phir Nafisa ke ghar
par jo hamare bilkul bagal mein, aur akhirkaar hamare ghar par, beech mein.





Lekin yeh jaldi ki nazar nahi thi; uski aankhein khususan hamare peeche bagiche ki taraf
mud gayin, jahaan oonchi deewarein khatam hokar podon aur chhote aangan ka khula nazara
deti thin.


Maine dil se umeed ki ki woh sirf hariyali ko sarah raha hoga, lekin nazar bohot der tak tiki
rahi – minute lage – woh cigarette peeta raha, dheere kash lete aur susti se dhuaan chhodte
hue.


Usne ek ziddi makhi ko haath hila kar door kiya, haath susti se hila, lekin aankhein hamari
taraf se nahi hati.


Mera dil tezi se dhadka jab maine binoculars neeche kiye aur nangi aankh se bagiche ki taraf
dekha. Ammi ab bhi wahan thi, bekhabar, hose le kar ghadoon ke beech narm harkat se chal
rahi thin. Unhone halke cotton ke pajame pehne the – narm pant aur matching top jo ghar
mein araam ke liye dheele the.


Main is baare mein koi ghalat tareeqe se nahi sochna chahta tha, meri parvarish aur usool mujhe
ammi ke jism ke baare mein sexual baat karne se sakht mana karte the – lekin subah ki oas aur
jhukne ki harkatein kapde ko halka sa chipka rahi thin, unki shakl ko zyada zahir karte hue:
seene se kamar aur hips tak narm curve, jab woh neeche podon ko paani dene ke liye jhukti ya
baithti thin.


Main yakeen nahi karna chahta tha ki woh aadmi unke jism ko aise dekh raha hai – us tareeqe se
sarah raha jo intrusive aur ghalat lag raha tha.


Lekin binoculars phir se laga kar maine dekha uski aankhein bagiche par, jahaan ammi podon ko
paani de rahi thin, bilkul tikki hui, chehra padha nahi ja sakta lekin intense. Kuch ghalat tha;
mere andar hifazat ka jazba bhadak utha.


Maine binoculars gira diye aur kamre se daud kar bahar nikla, bagiche ki taraf jaane ka irada ki
ammi ko jaldi khatam karne ko kahoon – shayad bahana bana loon ki andar madad chahiye ya
nashta thanda ho raha. Dimagh fikr se daud raha tha jab main corridor se guzra.


Lekin sitting room mein pahunchte hi ruk gaya, rahat ki lahar daud gayi.
Wahan darwaze par dadi Zainab khadi thin, ammi ki maa – chehre par pyar bhari badi muskurahat,
haathon mein homemade mithaiyon se bhare kapde ke thaele.


Main poori tarah bhool gaya tha
Eid ke phone call mein unka wada: woh aur nana Qadir agle din aayenge, gaon ki mithaiyaan
laayenge aur ek do khane ke liye rukenge.






Bagiche ke darwaze se ammi dikhi, geele haathon ko towel se ponchhti hui, chehra suraj ki
tarah chamak utha. “Ammi! Oh, kitni khoobsurat surprise – jaldi aa gaye! Andar aao, andar
aao.” Phir dadi ne mujhe salaam kiya.


“Assalamu alaikum, mere shararti pote!” unhone pukara, thaele neeche rakhte hue aur
baahen phelaate hue. “Idhar aao – dekhoon pichhli baar se kitna bada ho gaya.”
Pehle ki tension pal bhar mein pighal gayi; “Wa alaikum assalam, Dadi! Phir se Eid Mubarak!
Aa gaye – mujhe laga bus late ho jaayegi.”


29 minute mein, nana Qadir bhi shamil hue.
Us subah baad mein, main poora faaida uthana chahta tha – unki aur kahaniyaan sunna,
mohalle mein saath ghumna, shayad gaon ki hikmat jo woh batana chahti thin.


Jabir, mera hamesha saath rehne wala dost, jab thodi der baad aaya to plan ki khabar lagi aur
excited ho kar shamil ho gaya. “Mujhe bhi count karo,” usne muskurate hue kaha. “Dadi ki
kahaniyaan kisi video game se behtar hain.”


Ghar se nikalne se pehle, main rok na saka aur khidki se chupke se padosi ki balcony ki taraf
dekha – us rugged aadmi ki, jo kal se mere khayaalon mein ghoom raha tha.


Main nahi chahta tha ki koi baqi bechaini hamare safar par saaya kare. Parde ke peeche se
dheere dekhte hue maine scan kiya: kursi khaali thi, na magazine na coffee ka mug, cigarette
ka dhuaan nahi. Woh kahin nahi dikha – na balcony par, na saamne ke chhote aangan mein jo
hamari taraf se dikhta tha.


Rahat ki lahar aayi jaise thandi hawa. Woh bahar gaya hoga, shayad kaam ya sauda ke liye.
Wajah kuch bhi, raasta saaf tha, aur seene mein sukoon utra. Aaj koi ajeeb nazrein nahi; main
relax kar sakta tha aur dadi ke saath waqt enjoy kar sakta tha.


“Chalo lads – dhoop tez hone se pehle,” dadi ne darwaze se pukara, hamare saath baahen jodte
hue, chehra umeed se chamakta hua. Main aur Jabir dopahar ki garam roshni mein bahar nikle,
dukandaar apni gaadiyon se taza phal aur Eid ki baqi rang birangi choodiyon ki pukaar laga rahe
the.






Humne dadi ko mohalle ki pehchaani galiyon mein dheere dheere ghumaya, pichhli mulakaat se
chhoti chhoti tabdeelian dikhaate hue.


Akhirkaar hum unhen Anarkali Bazaar ki taraf le gaye, seedhe abbu ki dukaan par. Bazaar jaise
hamesha goonj raha tha, tang galiyan shoppers se bhari jo kapdon aur taiyaar kurton par mol-le
rahe the.


Abbu ki dukaan chal rahi thi – racks rang birange shalwar kameez sets se bhare, embroidered
dupatte jharne ki tarah latke, customers shirts ke dher palat rahe jabki abbu purchases tezi se
pack kar rahe the.


“Abbu! Dekho kisko laaye,” maine pukara, haath hilaate hue jab hum qareeb pahunche.
Abbu ne customer ko kurta modne mein madad karte hue sar uthaya, chehra hairat bhari badi
muskurahat se chamka jab unhone dadi ko dekha. Jaldi maafi maang kar counter ke aage aaye,
haath kapde se ponchhte hue. “Ammi ji! Kitni khoobsurat surprise – phir Eid Mubarak! Safe
pahunche?”


Dadi chamkin, unhen garam jhappi mein kheenchte hue. “Eid Mubarak, beta. Bilkul – apne damad
ki empire dekhne kaise chhodti. Dekho yeh jagah; pehle se zyada busy.”


Abbu sharma kar hansa, bhare racks ki taraf ishaara karte hue. “Fazl se, Ammi ji. Eid ke baad rush
– sabko visits ke liye nayi cheezen chahiye. Baitho, baitho – bagal se chai laata hoon.”


“Fuss ki zaroorat nahi,” dadi ne kaha, magar stool par baith gayin jo unhone nikala. “Sirf guzar
rahe the. Lekin batao – business kaise chal raha? Shahida kehti hai hamesha pairon par rehte ho.”
“Shikayat nahi,” abbu ne kaha, aankhein chamakti hui. “Achche din aur sust, lekin barabar. Aur
tum – safar theek? Nana saath hain?”


“Woh taangain hilane ghum rahe,” dadi ne kaha. “Ab bhi mazboot, woh shakhs.”
Hum thodi der aur ruke, bazaar ke daam aur gaon ke muqaable par halki baatein karte hue, phir
abbu ko unke busy customers ke liye chhoda.


Bazaar se nikalte hue, hum chaar – main, Jabir, dadi, aur ab nana jo apni sair ke baad mil gaye –
asaan baaton mein doob gaye.


Baat shaam ke plans par aayi. Dadi ki aankhein achanak chamkin. “Jaante ho mujhe kya pasand
aayega? Aaj raat khana banana – proper gaon style. Tum sab ke saath kitchen mein bohot der se
nahi hui. Kya kehte ho?”


Main muskuraya. “Haan! Tumhara khana sabse behtar.”
Jabir excited se maana. “Bilkul – Aunty ka khana achcha, lekin Dadi ka woh special taste.”
Dadi hansi, khush hokar. “Chaplus dono. Theek, phir – taza chicken chahiye. Yahaan achchi jagah
kahaan? Saaf, bharosemand?”


Maine socha. “Wahi Suraj ki butchery jahaan ammi hamesha bhejti thin. Best cuts, hamesha taza
aur halal.”

“Perfect,” dadi ne excited kaha. “Raasta dikhao, lads. Mere purane masala wali spicy karahi
banane ka irada hai.”
Hum butchery ki taraf chale, busy side lane mein, hawa mein taza gosht aur latakte herbs ki
khushboo.


Main: Dadi, yeh kasai ki dukaan. Woh chicken le lete hain jo tum chahti thin.

Dadi: Theek hai beta. Yaqeen kar lo taza aur theek halal ho.

Kasai: (apron par haath ponchhte hue counter par jhuk kar badi muskurahat ke saath) Good
afternoon! Welcome, welcome. Aaj kya chahiye, khoobsurat madam? Kuch taza chicken?

Dadi: (sharafat se sar hilate hue) Haan, do poore chicken please, saaf kiye aur kaate hue.

Main: Dadi, main Jabir ke saath kuch dekhne ja raha hoon. Kasai ko taiyaar karne do, hum
jaldi wapas.

Dadi: (mujhe taraf mud kar thodi fikr se) Theek, lekin door mat jaana beta. Mujhe yeh jagah
achchi nahi aati.


(Main aur Jabir dukaan se nikal gaye. Dadi counter ki taraf mudin, sar ka dupatta halka
theek karte hue.)


Kasai: (mujhe jaate dekhte hue, phir dadi par poori tawajjoh dete hue garam muskurahat ke
saath) Bilkul fikr mat karo, madam. Jab tak woh gaye hain main aapka bohot achcha khayaal
rakhunga. To… aisi khoobsurat aurat ko aaj meri nek dukaan mein kya laaya?


Dadi: (gosht ke display par nazar daalte hue) Bas roz ka – chicken pote-potion ke liye. Kuch
fancy nahi.


Kasai: (unke figure par tawajjoh se nazar daalte hue phir aankhon mein milate hue) Ah, lekin
aap yahan khadi hain to sab fancy ho jata hai. Main Suraj hoon waise. Aur aap…?


Dadi: (sar halka tedha karte hue chhoti sharaarti muskurahat ke saath) Hmm… abhi se naam
chahiye? Sirf chicken khareed rahe hain.


Kasai: (dheemi hansi ke saath chicken chunte hue) Bilkul chahiye. Mujhe jaanna pasand hai
kisko apna best gosht de raha hoon. Khusoosan jab unka taste itna… generous ho.


Dadi: (bhoonh chadha kar narm muskurahat ke saath, chicken ki taraf dekhte hue) Generous
taste? Mujhe bas achcha quality chicken pasand hai, bas.


Kasai: (mota chicken utha kar dikhaate hue, nazar pal bhar unke seene par ja kar phir
aankhon mein) Quality, haan. Dekh sakta hoon aap achchi cheezon ki qadr karti hain. Dekho
kitna bhara aur perfect… aadmi ko apna maal dikhane mein fakhr hota hai.


Dadi: (chicken ko sarah kar sar hilate hue, aankhon mein halki amused chamak) Tumhara
chicken taza lagta hai, yeh to maanna padega.

Kasai: (muskurahat aur chaudi karte hue saaf karna shuru) Sirf special customers ke liye
taza. Batao madam… kabhi pig sausages pasand aaye? Kuch auratein kehti hain curious hain,
sirf ek baar.





Dadi: (narm hansi ke saath sar hilate hue) Nahi shukriya. Hamare ghar mein woh nahi chhoo
jaata. Sirf halal.


Kasai: (chopping karte hue playful aankh maarta hua) Samajhdar aurat. Paak aur theek
cheezon se chipki hui. Lekin agar kabhi kuch bada, mota, poora halal try karna ho… mere
paas best rakhe hote hain.


Dadi: (thodi aur muskurate hue, uske haathon ka kaam dekhte hue) Yaqeen hai. Mere chicken
ko kitni der lagegi?


Kasai: (sar utha kar dekhte hue, awaaz halki neeche) Zyada nahi – sorry, madam keh raha tha.
Aap wahin khoobsurat khadi raho main jaldi kar dunga. Jaante ho, din bhar gosht sambhaalne
se achche tukde pehchaan mein aate hain jab aate hain.


Dadi: (seene ke neeche baahen halki modte hue, ab garam muskurahat) Kasai ke liye bohot
baatein karte ho.


Kasai: (dheemi hansi ke saath pehla chicken lapet te hue) Sirf jab koi baat karne layak ho. Aapki
muskurahat achchi hai, jaante ho? Poori dukaan roshan kar deti hai.

Dadi: (halki si sharmaahat ke saath neeche dekhte hue) Shukriya. Umar mein shayad tareef
hamesha pasand aati hai.


Kasai: (lapet khatam karte hue counter ke qareeb aate hue) Umar? Aap to stunning se ek din
zyada nahi lagti. Yeh lo, ye bhi khatam. Aur please – mera card le lo. Business ke liye bilkul. Agar
kabhi aur… gosht ya kuch aur chahiye to call karna.

Dadi: (card lene haath badhate hue) Theek, le leti hoon.

Kasai: Lo… achche se gehra, purse ke andar safe.

Dadi: (purse mein dekhte hue halki hairat se) Yeh card kis liye?

Kasai: (halka jhuk kar, awaaz dheemi aur mazak bhari) Sirf mera number aur details, Zainab.
Lekin agar kabhi mera bada halal sausage try karna ho… woh sach mein special wala… to kabhi
bhi call karna. Wada hai worth hoga.







Jab main aur Jabir kuch minute baad dadi ke paas wapas aaye, unke paas saaf lapeta package
tha, lekin unka expression badal gaya tha. Woh soch mein doobi lag rahi thin, pehle jaisi khushi
ki chamak kam, sadak ki taraf absently dekhti hui.


“Dadi, sab theek?” maine poocha, unke bagal mein chalte hue ghar ki taraf.
Jabir ne curious nazar daali. “Haan – chup kyun lag rahi ho? Suraj ne kharab gosht diya ya zyada
paise liye?”


Dadi palak jhapki, jaise khwaab se jaag kar, aur chhoti, be-maani muskurahat di jo aankhon tak
nahi pahunchi. “Kya? Oh nahi lads – gosht theek hai. Achchi quality, theek daam.”
“Lekin kuch to hai,” maine narmi se dabaya, Jabir se jaldi nazar mila kar. “Zor se soch rahi lag
rahi ho.”


Woh pal bhar ruki, bag ke handle par ungliyaan kasin, phir halke se kandhe uchaake.
“Kuch nahi sach mein. Bas… intezaar mein ek purani yaad aa gayi. Gaon ke bazaar alag the na –
sab ek doosre ko jaante the.”


Jabir ne sar tedha kiya. “Yaqeen?” Dadi ne kaha, “Chhodo lads – baat karne layak nahi. Dinner
par focus karen; tumhari ammi khush hogi kitchen mein madad se.”
Humne zyada nahi dabaya, lekin saaf tha kuch hua tha.


Ab ghar par wapas shift karen, pahunchne se pehle hi, ammi ghar mein akeli thi, bilkul akeli,
intezaar karte hue woh narm dua wali tasbeehat gun-guna rahi thin sukoon aur ibadat ki.
Achanak front door par zor ki dastak ne khamosh sur ko kaat diya.


Ammi ruk gayin, dramatic
tareeqe se mud kar awaaz ki taraf, aankhein chaudi aur maathe par halki si surprise ki lakeer.
Unhen kisi ki umeed nahi thi – is waqt nahi. Lekin kaun ho sakta tha?

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CHAPTER 6

Meri mom aur is anjaan aadmi ke beech
pehli baat-cheet

Main us dopahar kaafi jaldi ghar pahunch gaya, dadi Zainab ko butchery ke bagal wali

chhoti masala ki dukaan par chhod kar. Unhone zid ki thi kuch extra cheezen lene ki –

karahi ke liye unka khususi whole masala ka blend, kuch sookhi laal mirchein jo unhone

kaha “bilkul theek teekhapan” wali ek khususi dukandaar se.

“Tum lads aage jao,” unhone haath hila kar kaha, aankhein khana banane ki excitement

se chamak rahi thin. “Main nana ke saath mil lungi; woh abhi phal ki gaadiyon par dekh

rahe hain. Shopping mein jaldi nahi karni chahiye – achcha khana waqt maangta hai.”

Nana Qadir ne maante hue sar hilaya, khush the ki der tak ruk kar purane dost se baatein

kar lenge. Jabir pehle hi apni ammi Nafisa ki madad ke liye ghar chala gaya tha, to aakhri

kuch galiyan main akela chalta raha, dhoop peeth par garam, sadkein subah ki bheer ke

baad dopahar ki khamoshi mein doob gayin.

Hamara ghar nazar aaya – saadha do manzila makaan safed dhule deewaron wala, saamne

ka chhota gate hawa se halka khula, seedhiyon par lage ghade jo ammi itne pyar se

sambhaalti thin.

Mujhe thande paani ka glass aur shayad ammi jo lunch bana rahi thi uski jhalak dekhne ki

umeed thi, khushboo khuli kitchen ki khidki se dheere dheere beh rahi thi.

Lekin aakhri mod mudte hi kuch hairat angez ne mujhe rok diya, pair pavement par ruk gaye.

Wahan, hamare front door par, chaudi peeth meri taraf, woh rugged chehre wala aadmi

khada tha – padosi ghar ka, teekhi aankhon wala, hamesha toothpick wala, woh unsettling

jazba jo uske move-in se mujhe pareshan kar raha tha.

Uska haath utha hua tha, lakdi par sakht, barabar rhythm se dastak de raha tha jo khamosh

gali mein goonj rahi thi. Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga, adrenaline ki lahar seene mein thandi

pani ki tarah daud gayi.

Shock ne mujhe jakad liya – saans ruk gayi, dimagh sawaalon se bhar gaya. Yeh yahan kya kar

raha tha? Hamare darwaze par? Jaise apna haq ho? Koi shikayat? Ya kuch bura? Balcony se

uski der tak tikki nazrein yaad aayi, haath paseene se bhar gaye, seene mein dar aur gusse

ka milaap.

Main jaldi padosi deewar ke peeche chhup gaya, dheere se jhaankte hue, kaanon mein dil ki

dhadkan goonj rahi thi. Pal bhar panic ghuma – daud kar saamne ja kar rok loon? Chillaoon?

Lekin phir aqal aayi. Maine khud ko shaant kiya, gehri saansein lete hue chhupte hue.

Shayad sirf padosiyon se mil raha ho – naya rehne wala, mohalle mein round laga raha, sharafat

se introduce kar raha. Hamare mohalle mein aisa hota tha; log mithai laate ya sirf salaam karte

achche rishte ke liye. Bura na socho. Be-gunaah ho sakta, bas andaaz ajeeb.

Phir bhi waqt galat lag raha, bechain karne wala. Ammi ghar mein akeli thi. Nana Qadir abhi

lambi sair se nahi laute – woh aksar lamba raasta lete, purane doston se ruk kar baatein karte.

Dadi Zainab abhi bazaar mein apne masaale le rahi thi, shayad nana ke saath kyunki dono

ghumne mein maze le rahe the.

Ghar khamosh, be-hifazat, aur ammi ka darwaza kholna is ajnabi ke saamne, koi aur paas na ho,

pet mein girah si ban gayi.

Chhupne ki jagah se dekhta raha jab darwaza dheere khula. Ammi ne dheere se bahar jhaanka,

chehra sharif lekin hoshyar, jaise hamesha unexpected mehmaan ke saath. Unhone kuch narm

kaha – doori se lafz nahi sun sake – lekin aadmi ne jawab diya, awaaz dheemi aur barabar, ek

haath se halka ishaara karte hue.

Main samajh nahi pa raha tha baat kya thi; lafz dheeme, hawa le gayi. Curiosity aur hifazat ne

dar ko peechhe dhakel diya. Mujhe sunna tha, samajhna tha.

Idhar udhar dekha koi na dekh raha ho, phir chupke ghar ki taraf dauda, side wall ke saaye mein

chipakta hua, garden ki fence ke saath chalta narm mitti ka raasta jahaan sneakers ki awaaz nahi

aati.

Main purani chhupne ki jagah mein ghus gaya – oonche ghado ka jhund aur garden gate ke paas

neeche brick ki deewar, jhadiyon ke peeche jhuk kar, pattiyon se achcha cover lekin sunne ke liye

khula.

Dil ab bhi tezi se dhadak raha tha jab main baitha, kaan tedhe kiye. Unki baat saaf hone se pehle,

garden se alag awaaz aayi – paani ki barabar, rhythm wali chhinta, hose pipe poori tarah khuli

chhooti hui, zameen par zor se padta hua, jama hokar gali ki taraf beh raha.

Lagta tha hose chhoot gaya, tap khula, paani zor se pheenk raha, mitti bhigota aur raaste par beh

raha. Socha kaise – shayad ammi ke pehle watering se – tab tak aadmi ki awaaz saaf ho gayi

darwaze par ammi se baat karte hue.

Gajendra: Hi there! Main Gajendra, aapka naya padosi bagal se. Kuch din pehle hi shift hua hoon.

(Ammi wahan khadi, thodi hoshyar, haath aage bande hue.)

Ammi: Oh, hello. Mil kar achcha laga. Ummeed hai shift achchi ho rahi hogi.

Gajendra: Adventure to hai hi! Bas settle hone ki koshish. Waise, poochna tha kya aapne hose pipe

chalta chhod diya? Garden mein kaafi paani beh raha tha.

(Ammi ke gaal laal hue jab unhe apni ghalati ka ehsaas hua.)

Ammi: Um, haan. Maaf kijiye. Kabhi kabhi bhool jaati hoon, gardening mein masroof hokar.

Gajendra: Maafi ki kya zaroorat! Sab ke saath hota hai. Chal kar dekhen? Madad kar doon khushi se.

(Jab woh bahar niklin, unhone hichak kar sar hilaya. Unhen manzoor nahi tha kyunki hamare mazhab

mein shaadi shuda aurat ka kisi gair mard ke saath chalna ajeeb hai, khusoosan pajame mein, lekin

unhone maana kyunki inkaar karna badtameezi hoti.)

Ammi: Theek, chaliye. Shukriya madad ka.

(Woh garden ki taraf chale, phool khil rahe the, Gajendra bagal se dekhta hua, dheere se unki

curves ki qadr karta hua.)

Gajendra: Aapka garden bohot khoobsurat hai. Bilkul aap par suit karta. Dekh kar lagta hai kitni

mohabbat aur mehnat daali hai – yeh aapki shakhsiyat ki aks hai.

Ammi: Shukriya! Gardening mein bohot sukoon milta hai. Fitrat se judne aur zindagi ki afra-tafri mein

aman paane ka zariya.

Gajendra: Taza lagta hai aisi shakhs ko milna jo fitrat se itna judi ho. Aksar log routine mein itne doobe

hote hain ki maze nahi le paate.

Ammi: Sach hai. Podon ki dekhbhaal aur unhe ugte dekhna kuch alag hi sukoon deta hai.

Woh garden gate ki taraf chale, ammi aage tezi se, Gajendra peeche qareeb. Meri chhupne ki jagah se

dekhta raha, aur pal bhar ko socha shayad woh achcha insaan hi ho – padosi ne awaaz suni aur

madad ki offer, kuch bura nahi. Hamare samaj mein log ek doosre ka khayaal rakhte the; be-gunaah

ho sakta.

Garden mein pahunch kar ammi ne turant masla dekha. “Wahan – gulabon ke saamne ek aur tap

khula chhoot gaya. Pehle maa ke aane ki jaldi mein distracted ho gayi; aaj gaon se aayi hui hain.”

Gajendra ne sar hilaya, qareeb aakar madad ke liye. “Koi baat nahi – sab ke saath hota.”

Ammi thodi jhuk kar tap theek karne lagi, knob zor se ghumati hui paani rokne, harkatein practical aur

focused. Lekin jaise hi woh jhuki, Gajendra ne dheere peeche qadam uthaya, posture badla.

Uski aankhein un par tik gayin, unki badi hips par sakht nazar – kapda khinch kar chipak raha tha,

narm, gol shape ko zahir kar raha. Shock ne mujhe maara jaise lahar, saans gale mein atki.

Yeh kaise kar sakta tha? Yeh aadmi, yeh ajnabi Gajendra, meri ammi ko itni raw intensity se dekh raha,

chehra bhookha sa, tareef bhara sabse buri tareeqe se.

Mujhe is aadmi se shock laga – mutthiyaan jhadiyon ke peeche kas gayin, seene mein gussa garam

ubhra. Yeh pehli baar tha jo maine dekha, yaad se – kisi mard ka ammi ko aise dekhna, qareeb se,

sexual tareeqe se jo meri jild par siharan daudata tha.

Pehle kabhi aisa nahi dekha; ammi mere liye sirf ammi thi – pakki ibaadat guzaar, sharmeeli, hamare

ghar ki paakizat ki markaz. Kisi mard ne meri maujoodgi mein aisa dekha nahi, itni be-sharmi se unki

curves par nazar daudayi nahi.

Bazaar ki door ki nazrein alag thin; yeh intimate tha, intrusive, hamare garden mein. Dimagh mein kuch

badalne laga – be-gunaah nazar se sakht duniya ki samajh ki taraf, confusion, hifazat aur ek nayi,

bechain karne wali samajh ki doosre unhen kaise dekh sakte hain.

Yeh pehli baar tha ammi ke liye aisi attention – tareef ya nazrein jo niyyat se bhari – kisi gair mard se,

khusoosan alag mazhab ke. Hamari zindagi parde aur imaan par thi; aisi cheezein ajnabi, qareeban

mana thi.

Jab ammi seedhi hui, hose se paani ab bhi tapakta, Gajendra ne gala saaf kiya chhoti muskurahat ke

saath. “Kaafi zor ka beh raha tha – purane pipes mein pressure tez hota hai. Zyada flesh jama ho jaaye

to cheezein… achanak phat bhi sakti hain.” Woh beh te hue paani ki taraf chale.

Gajendra: Jaante ho, phoolon ke beech mein tumhara chalna kitna mohak hai. Har cheez ko sambhalne
mein kitni lachak hai.

(Ammi thodi si hilti hai, cigarette ke dhuyen se thodi asahajta mehsoos karte hue.)

Ammi: Taarif ke liye shukriya, lekin kya aap ise dusri taraf smoke kar sakte ho? Main smoke nahi karti,
aur hawa saaf rakhna pasand karti hoon.

(Gajendra sar hilata hai, ek kadam peeche leta hai aur thoda ghum kar dhuya usse door phenkta hai.)

Gajendra: Bilkul! Irada pareshan karne ka nahi tha. Tum sach mein is jagah ko kitna sundar banati ho.

(Vah muskurati hai shistachar se, phoolon ke kaam mein lag jaati hai.)

Ammi: Dhanyavaad. Main koshish karti hoon ek shaant vatavaran banane ki, sirf apne liye nahi balki
har aane waale ke liye.

(Gajendra use dekhta hai, uski lagan se praabhaavit hokar.)

Gajendra: Baagh mein waqt ka pata hi nahi chalta. Tumne yahan ek swarg bana diya hai.

(Ammi apni sthiti badalti hai, kaam par dhyaan rakhte hue.)

Ammi: Mujhe ismein bahut sukoon milta hai. Sirf paudhon se nahi, balki jo shaanti laata hai usse.

(Gajendra thoda aur paas jhukta hai, utsaukta badhti hui, nazar badalta hai.)

Gajendra: Tum is jagah mein jaadu ghul deti ho. Kisi ko itna samarpit dekhna praashansaneey hai.

(Ammi tanaav mehsoos karti hai lekin santulan banaye rakhti hai.)

Ammi: Shukriya, lekin main sach mein bas kaam enjoy karti hoon—ye mere liye poora karne waala hai.

(Ek kshaṇik maun, Gajendra use nirikshan karta hai.)

Ammi: Oh, rukta hi nahi ja raha. Dhyaan na dene par hamesha aisa hi mushkil hota hai.

(Gajendra paas aata hai, madad ke liye jhukta hai, lekin vah peeche hat jaati hai.)

Gajendra: Yahan, main try karta hoon. Chinta mat karo. Woh curve sambhalna mushkil hota hai,
hai na?

(Ammi aur asahaj mehsoos karti hai, kaam par dhyaan dene ki koshish.)

Ammi: Ye to bas ek hose hai. Is par itna pareshan hone ki baat nahi.

(Gajendra peeche nahi hat-ta.)

Gajendra: Sahi. Lekin tumhare paas ek tarika hai ki ek simple kaam ko bhi... kitna attractive bana deti
ho. Jaise tum har cheez mein ek vishesh aakarshan laati ho.


(Ammi phir hilti hai, asahajta saaf, dhyaan banaye rakhne ki koshish.)

Ammi: Aisa nahi... main bas ise sambhalne ki koshish kar rahi hoon. Ise badi baat nahi banana chahti.

Ishaara chhupa tha lekin spaṣht—usne "curves" shabd ka istemaal kiya tha uske shareer ki taraf
ishaara karte hue, uski komal bharti ko ghoorte hue, bina sidhe "boobs" aur "gaand" kahe.



Ammi thodi rukti hai, peeth aadhi mudee hui, aur maine uske kandhon mein halki tanaav dekhī—vah
samajh gayi thi ki woh uske shareer ki baat kar raha tha, uski figure jo zahir ho rahi thi.

Lekin vah dridh khadi rahi, uska saamna nahi kiya, aur aage badhte hue baat badli. "Haan, pipe purane
hain; kabhi kabhi atak jaate hain. Mujhe bataane ke liye phir shukriya."


Usne kabhi daant nahi pilayi—sur shist, taṭasth rakha.

(Jab vah hose adjust karti hai, Gajendra aur paas jhukta hai, behtar bandhne ke liye jaanbujhkar.
Achanak, woh jaanbujhkar paani uchhaal deta hai us par.)


Gajendra: Oops! Maaf karna! Irada nahi tha tumhe aise unexpected paani dena.


(Ammi peeche hat-ti hai, hairaan, aankhen thodi badi.)




Ammi: Oh! Koi baat nahi, sach mein. Haadse to hote rehte hain, hai na?

(Vah sar hilati hai halki hansi ke saath, sharmindagi ko jhatakne ki koshish mein paani ponchhti hai apne
pajame se.)

Gajendra: Yeh sun kar khushi hui! Lekin kehna padega, aise bhigee dekhna kitna sundar hai. Tumhara
pajama sach mein tumhari shakal dikha raha hai—jaise phool karte hain.

(Ammi neeche dekhti hai, gaal laal, kapda chipak gaya. Nazar bachati hai, shaant rehne ki koshish.)

Ammi: Ye to bas paani hai... chinta ki koi baat nahi.

(Aakhir pipe theek ho gaya, Gajendra ne theek kiya.)

Gajendra: Waise, mujhe tumhara naam nahi pata. Bataogi, taaki baat thodi vyaktigat lage?

(Ammi jhijhakti hai, naam batane mein ansune. Hose se khelti hai, baat badalne ki koshish.)

Ammi: Achha, naam to abhi zaroori nahi hain, hain na?

(Gajendra bhaun uthata hai, rochak.)

Gajendra: Arre, chalo na! Har kisi ka naam hota hai. Yeh to humari pehchaan ka hissa hai. Naye
padosi se naam nahi bataogi?

(Ammi asahaj hilti hai, ghar ki taraf dekhti hai.)

Ammi: Lagta hai ab aap ja sakte ho, madad ke liye shukriya.

(Gajendra aur paas aata hai, zid saaf.)

Gajendra: Lekin aaj ka din naye dost banane ke liye sundar hai! Thodi baat cheet kar lein?

(Ammi gahri saans leti hai, santulan banaye.)

Ammi: Sach mein, mere kaam hain. Aap ghar laut jaayein.

(Uski baat anndekha kar, Gajendra uske peeche chalta hai ghar ki taraf jaate hue.)

Gajendra: Kya baat chod kar chali ja rahi ho?

(Jab vah aage chalti hai, Gajendra dekhta hai, mazaakiya sur mein.)

Gajendra: Jaante ho, aise mere saamne chalna zaroor dhyaan kheench raha hoga.

(Ammi tezi se chalti hai, uski nazar ke bojh ko mehsoos kar.)

Ammi: Main bas andar ja rahi hoon.

(Gajendra phir paas aata hai, rokta hai.)

Gajendra: Lekin naam abhi bhi nahi pata! Chalo, bata do. Vaada hai nahi kaatunga.

(Jhijhakte hue, vah kandhe par mud kar dekhti hai.)

Ammi: Shahida hai...





(Gajendra ka chehra badalta hai, aankhon mein praashansa.)

Gajendra: Shahida. Kitna sundar naam. Tum bhi sundar ho, lekin dekhta hoon thodi thand
lag rahi hai—haath kaamp rahe hain.

(Bina soche, woh haath badhata hai aur uske biceps ko pakad kar garam karne ki koshish
karta hai. Ammi ki aankhen hairaani se badi, peeche hat jaati hai.)

Ammi: Mujhe chhuna mat!

(Uska sur dridh, achanak chillana dono ko hairaan karta hai.)

Gajendra: Arre, pareshan karne ka irada nahi tha. Bas madad kar raha tha.






(Ammi peeche hat-ti hai, jhijhak khatam.)

Ammi: Chinta ke liye shukriya, lekin door rahiye. Mujhe chhuna pasand nahi.

(Tanaav hava mein, Gajendra haath upar karta hai, jagah deta hai.)

Gajendra: Bilkul, maaf karna! Bas apne tarike se madad kar raha tha.

(Ammi santulan vaapas paati hai, khafa lekin dridh.)

Ammi: Samajhne ke liye dhanyavaad. Ab maaf kijiye, mujhe kaam poora karna hai.

Ammi shaant rahi, sidhe daant nahi pilayi bhale hi uski niyat samajh gayi thi bhari nazron aur
shabdon se. Usne uske shareer par sexual ishaaron ko chaturta se taal diya, baat surakshit
vishyon par le gayi jaise baagh ke paudhe ya mohalle ki shaanti.


Vah akeli thi aakhir—pariwar paas nahi—to jhagda nahi chahti thi, naye padosi se rishta bigadne
ka khatra nahi lena tha jo shatru ban sakta tha. Behtar tha shaant rehna, jaldi khatam karna.
Bhige silk pajame ne uske shareer ki shakal dikha di—bade boobs aur badi gaand, komal aur
striyatmak—jis se vah bahut asahaj thi.


Mujhe apni ammi ko sexual bana kar pasand nahi, unke shareer ka istemaal story mein, lekin us
pal, Ammi ko apne curves saaf dikhte mehsoos hue, ek aise aadmi ke saamne jo uska pati nahi
tha. Uski dharm ne mana kiya tha—sikshaen pardah aur asambandhit mardon se doori par zor deti thi.


Aakhir Ammi ghar mein ghusi, tezi se kadam, andar se gusse mein—usne "madad" mein haath
chhue the, uske rough ungliyan jaanbujhkar chipak kar, ghuspaithiya. Use pasand nahi aaya,
vyaktigat jagah ka ullanghan.






Jab vah andar gayi, darwaza dridh band kiya, Gajendra gate par thodi der rukta hai. Uski nazar
uski jaati figure par, uski gaand ko ghoorta hai—itni komal aur har tezi kadam mein hilti hui, bhiga
kapda natural hilore ko aur dikha raha.


Main is aadmi se shocked tha—meri chhupne ki jagah
bahut paas lag rahi thi, uski be-sharmi dekh gussa jal raha tha jab woh muskura kar cigarette
phenkta hai mud kar.




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CHAPTER 7

Kya meri paak aur wafadar mom Gajendra ke chhune
se affect ho gayi hai? Aur dadi Zainab aajkal itna ajeeb
kyun behave kar rahi hain?



Main shuru mein poore waqiye par Gajendra ke saath gussa nahi tha—kam se kam
 pehle to nahi. Jab main phoolon ke peeche chhupne ki jagah se chupke se nikal 
aaya, mera dimagh sab samajhne ki jaldi mein daud raha tha. 

Shayad woh bas 
mazaaq kar raha tha, maine khud se kaha, uske shabd be-tarteeb mazaaq ki
 koshish, woh tarika jo kuchh mard bina soche phenk dete hain. 

Lekin Ammi ne
 ise gambheerata se liya tha, unka chehra us halke tareeke se sakht ho gaya tha 
jo woh karti thi jab koi cheez andar se pareshan karti thi. 

Hamara deen ek shaadi-shuda aurat ko kisi dusre mard ke chhune ki ijaazat nahi 
deta—aise hi haath lagna ya nahi; yeh ek hadd thi jo hamari parvarish mein likhi hui 
thi, izzat aur pakeezgi ki lakeer jo cheezon ko saaf rakhti thi. 

Main thoda khud se
 hans bhi liya jab door jaate hue, socha ki unhone uske "galti se" haath chhune par 
zyada reaction diya hose theek karte waqt. "Chalo Ammi," maine socha baad mein
 unko kahunga, "Gajendra bas madad kar raha tha—shayad kuchh matlab nahi tha." 

Lekin phir bhi, mujhe uski niyat ka yaqeen nahi tha. Uske nazron ka tiktak rehna,
 shabdon mein chhupi tezi—ye mujhe khaane lagi, ek chuppi shak jo poori tarah mit 
nahi raha tha. 

Baqi dopahar aam zindagi ke dhundhle mein guzar gayi, jaise woh ajeeb mulaqaat 
bas ek guzarne waala baadal thi saaf din mein. Daadi Zainab aur Nana Qadir bazaar 
se thodi der baad laute, unke haathon mein sabziyon ke extra thailay, taazi ajwain, 
aur woh khaas mirchein jo Daadi apni recipes ke liye qasam kha kar leti thi. Woh ghar 
mein dhoom macha kar aaye, bazaar ki kahaniyan sunaate hue, ek purane dukandaar 
ke pehchaanne par hans rahe the jo Nana ko saalon pehle se jaanta tha. 

Ammi ne unka garam dil se istaqbaal kiya, bhale hi maine unki aankhon mein ek halka
 saaya dekha—shayad dopahar ki bechaini ka bacha hua—lekin unhone ise achhe se 
chhupa liya, dinner ki taiyaari mein lag gayi. 

Shaam dhalte hi ghar parivaar ki tasalli bakhsh aadaton se zinda ho utha. Sooraj neeche 
utra, khidkiyon se lambi parchaaiyan daal raha tha, aur hawa mein kitchen se aati hue 
masaledaar khushboo se bhar gayi. Ammi aur Daadi wahaan saath thi, khaane ki 
jaadugari ki jodi, unki awaazein kaatne, hilane aur chakhne ke saath mil kar goonj rahi thi. 






Ammi apne roz ke kapdon mein thi lekin kamar par apron bandhi hui, apni tez lachak se
 hil rahi thi, jabki Daadi ne baazoo chadhaaye hue thi aur dupatta saaf tuk kar rakha tha,
 gaon ka andaaz laati hui—haath se masale pees kar, thodi thodi cheez daalte hue, 
dhaiyon ki hikmat ke saath. 

Baithak mein hum teen—main, Nana Qadir, aur Abbu (jo apni dukaan se laute the jab 
masjid se azaan goonji)—sofe par aaram se baithe the, yun hi baatein kar rahe the. Abbu 
ne jootey utaar diye the, peeche tika kar thake lekin khush aah bhari, god mein ledger 
khula rakha tha din ke hisaab likhte hue. Nana saamne baithe the, tasbeeh haath mein, 
kabhi kabhi ungliyon se chalate hue, jabki main zameen par cushion par pada tha, aadha 
sun raha, aadha phone par scroll kar raha. 

"Lambi din thi dukaan par, Hussain?" Nana ne poocha, unka sur gehra aur mustaqil, aankhon
 mein nana wali utsaukta chamak rahi thi. 

Abbu ne sar hilaya, ledger ek pal ke liye band kar. 

"Busy, Abbu—Eid ke baad bhi bikri jaari thi. Log pariwar se milne ke liye cheezein le rahe 
the. Lekin achha—,.' deta hai." 

Nana muskuraye. "Imaandaar mehnat hamesha deti hai. Gaon mein hum faslein kapde ke 
badle haaftavaar bazaar mein badalte the. Koi ledger nahi, bas haath milaana." 

Maine beech mein bola. "Maths se aasaan lagta hai, Nana. Abbu hamesha numbers gin 
rahe hote hain." 

Abbu hanse. "Dimagh tez rakhta hai, beta. Ek din tum sambhaloge—abhi se seekh lo." 

Kitchen se hansi sunai di—Daadi ki zor daar qahqaha Ammi ke halke ke saath mil raha tha.
 Ek pal mein, jab maine mud kar dekha, Daadi Ammi ke peeche aayi khelte hue, unke haath
 badhe aur Ammi ki badi gaand ko pyar se halka sa dabaya, jaise daadiyan bina soche karti 
hain, sab mazaaq mein. 







"Shahida, teri yeh gaand ab bhi utni hi mazboot hai jaise gaon mein murgiyon ke peeche 
daudti thi!" Daadi ne chheda, awaaz mein sharaarat bhari hui. 

Daadi: (achanak phir Ammi ki gaand pakad kar jab woh bartaan ke liye haath badhati hain,
 hanste hue) "Mmmh! Bilkul meri jaise! Mujhe pata tha tu yeh barkat mujhse lega. Dekh—
mazboot, bilkul apni ammi jaise!" 

Ammi: (hairaan, phir hanste hue) "Mama! Yeh kya kar rahi ho?!" (door hatne ki koshish, 
lekin aur zor se hans padti hain) 

Daadi: (pakde hue, sar hilate hue) "Nahi nahi, mujhe mehsoos karne de! Yeh quality hai—
purane dinon jaise. Sochti hai main un chhoti kursiyon mein fit hoti thi? Nahi! Hum jagah 
lete hain, izzat command karte hain! Yahi wajah hai ki tere Nana ne mujhse shaadi ki." 

Ammi: (chehra chhupa kar, sharminda lekin khush) "Mama, ruk jao! Koi andar aa gaya to?!" 

Daadi: (haath hila kar, ab bhi pakde hue) "Aane do! Dekhne do ki asli auratein aise hi banti 
hain. Tere abbujan ko meri pasand thi—" 

Ammi: (hanste hue, beech mein rok kar) "Theek hai theek hai, yeh nahi sunna!" 

Daadi: (muskurate hue, aakhir chhod kar) "Main serious hoon, meri beti. Yeh teri taqat hai. 
Kabhi kisi ko sharminda na hone dena iske liye. Is jism ki hifazat karna, samjhi? Yeh tera 
hai, sundar hai, aur hamara hai." 

Ammi: (muskurate hue, kamar par haath rakh kar) "Theek hai, Mama. Hifazat karungi." 

Daadi: (sar hila kar khush) "Achha. Ab chicken ke saath madad kar warna jal jayega." 

Ammi ne sar hilaya, ab bhi qahqaha karte hue. "Tum nahi sudhrogi. Lekin theek—namak do." 

Yeh baat hava ko halka kar gayi, un donon ke beech pyar bhare rishte ki yaad dilaati hui. 

Jaldi hi dinner taiyaar, table par garam garam dishes se saj gayi, poora ghar jannat ki 
khushboo se bhar gaya. Hum paanch— Ammi, Abbu, Nana Qadir, Daadi Zainab, aur main—
dining table par ikattha hue, kamre mein upar ki light se halki roshni, deewaron par garam 
parchaaiyan. 

Plates par dher lagi hui: 

Daadi ki teekhi karahi chicken, nam aur unke raaz waale masala se bhari; Ammi ka fluffy 
chawal pulao kishmish aur nuts se saja; garam roti tawa se utri hui; thandi hone ke liye dahi
 raita; aur nimbu aur chaat masala waala sada kheere tamatar ka salad. 

Yeh ek dawat thi,
 sadi lekin dher saari, woh jis se din ki pareshaniyan bhool jaati hain. 

Hum lage haath, shuru mein chamchon ki khanak aur khush numein se khamoshi bhari. 
Phir Abbu ne pehla niwala kha kar khush aah bhari. 

"Shahida, Ammi ji—ye kamaal hai. Karahi... bilkul gaon jaise." 

Daadi Zainab chamki, unko aur roti deti hui. "Saara credit teri biwi ko, Hussain—usne aanch 
bilkul theek rakhi. Lekin mera masala madad kiya, hai na?" 

Ammi sharma kar muskurayi, Nana ko paros kar. "Nahi, Ammi—tumhare haathon ne jaadu 
kiya. Main bas tumhari pairvi ki." 

Nana Qadir ne sar hilaya, roti ka tukda phaad kar gravy mein duboya. "Dono—ustad. Yeh 
chicken nam, lazzatdaar... ghar ke tyohaar yaad dilaati hai. Tumhare haathon ko dua." 


Maine niwala nigla, muskurate hue. "Sabse behtar dinner. Daadi, woh masala—teekha lekin
 hadd mein. Aur Ammi ke chawal perfect, badalon jaise halke." 

Abbu hanse. "Sunte ho expert ki. Lekin sach, khawateenon, tumne hadd kar di. Hum mard
 khushnaseeb hain." 

Daadi Ammi ko aankh maari. "Suna, Shahida? Hamare mard qadr karte hain. Qadir, kya 
kehte ho—mere ghar ke khaane se behtar?" 

Nana ne sochne ka naatak kiya, phir mazaaq kiya, "Achha, ghar mein Shahida ki madad nahi
 thi. Yeh do guna behtar—gaon ki auraton ko mat batana." 

Ammi ne khelte hue haath se maara. "Abbu! Jhagda mat shuru karo. Lekin shukriya—sabko.
 Khaao; aur hai." 

Hum aise hi jaari rahe, taarifein aage peeche, table garmahat aur hansi se zinda, din ka pehla 
ajeebpan parivaar ki tasalli mein dhundhla gaya. 

Raat mein, jab ghar shaant hua, hum sab sone chale gaye. Ammi aur Abbu apne kamre mein, 
darwaza dheere band. Abbu sidha bathroom mein nahane, paani ki awaaz roz ki shaam ki 
aadat. 

Ammi apni makeup table par baithi, chhoti aaine mein thaki lekin soch mein doobi shakal 
dikhai de rahi thi halki lamp ki roshni mein. Woh gehri soch mein lagti thi, ungliyan cream ke 
jar ke kinaare par chal rahi thi, chehra door jaise koi pareshan karne waali baat dohra rahi ho. 

Unhe din ka woh pareshan karne waala Gajendra yaad aa gaya—achanak darwaze par 
khatkhatahat, baagh mein "madadgar" ghusbaith. Yaad taaza thi: uske chhupaye taarif, nazron
 ka tikna, aur khaas kar hose bandhte waqt haath chhuna. 





Uske rough ungliyan unki par lagna, madad ke bahane ek second zyada tikna. Ab unki rooh 
kaanp uthi. Kaise usne himmat ki? Ek ajnabi, niyat mein bold, unki muqaddas haddon ko 
cross karte hue. 

Abbu nahaa kar nikle, towel gardan par, unki haalat dekh kar. "Shahida? Kahin kho gayi ho. 
Sab theek?" 

Ammi palak jhapkai, zabardasti muskurayi. "Oh, kuchh nahi, jaan. Bas din se thak gayi—
 Ammi ke saath khaana banaana, aana jaana." 






"Haan, sach," unhone zid ki, khadi hokar bistar ki chadar theek karne. "Jaao, hisaab poora 
kar lo. Main theek hoon." 

Abbu ne chehra dekha lekin sar hilaya. "Theek hai—agar tum kehti ho. Zaroorat pade to
 bulaana." Unki tasalli se khush, woh baithak mein chale gaye din ke hisaab ke liye, ledger 
haath mein. 

Akele, Ammi ne khud se kaha ki unhe Gajendra ke chhune ke liye rab se madad chahiye—
woh na-pasand chhuan jaise daagh laga hua. Woh kamre ke kone mein jaa-,,., par 
gayi, dheere se bichha kar, qibla rukh. Ghutne tek kar, dua shuru ki, pehle dheemi awaaz, 
phir mazboot. 

"Ya ,.', aaj ki koi kami maaf karna. Ajnabiyon ki nazron aur chhuan se hifazat karna. 
Woh aadmi—niyat saaf nahi thi; mehsoos kiya. Uske chhuan se paak kar do, Ya Rabb. 
Mujhe apni pardah mein aur mazboot banao, aise maqaamaat se door rakho. 






"Meri family ko barkat do, fitne se bachaao. Ameen." 

Maine hallway se chupke dekha jab apne kamre ja raha tha—unki shakal sajde mein, 
haath uthaaye dua mein. Jab khatam ki, Abbu laute, unko ab bhi jaa-,,., par paya. 

Abbu: (dheere, kamre mein aate hue aur Ammi ko dua mein dekha, awaaz mein jazbaat) 
"Habibti… der ho gayi. Bistar par aao. Aaj itni gehri dua kyun?" 

Ammi: (dheere, ab bhi jhuki, haath jode) "Abhi nahi, mere pyare. Mera dil… bhari hai. 
Ise paak karna hai." 

Abbu: (paas baith kar, fikr se) "Paak karna? Kis cheez se? Aaj kuchh hua? Bata sakti ho." 

Ammi: (sar hilate, aankhen band) "Kuchh aisa nahi jo tum theek kar sako. Bas… duniya 
itni na-paak hai. Kabhi chhoti si cheez bhi daagh jaise lagti hai." 

Abbu: (dheere kandhe par haath rakh kar) "Daagh? Habibti, tum sabse paak rooh ho jo 
jaanta hoon. Jo bhi hai, tumhari galti nahi." 

Ammi: (awaaz thodi tooti) "Pata hai, lekin… bas Rab se mangna hai hifazat. Mujhe 
mazboot rakhe. Kabhi aisa… ganda mehsoos na karna pade." 

Abbu: (hairaan, gale laga kar) "Ganda? Matlab?" 

Ammi: (jaldi, rok kar) "Nahi nahi, woh nahi jo soch rahe ho. Bas… paaki kitni naazuk hai 
iski yaad. Behtar hona hai, Uske aur qareeb rehna." 

Ab main apne bedroom mein, ghar andhera aur shaant, maine dusre kamre mein mud kar 
dekha jahaan Nana Qadir aur Daadi Zainab so rahe the. Kuchh galat laga—darwaza thoda 
khula, andar se halki roshni. 

Chupke dekha: Nana bistar par kharraate le rahe the, blanket mein lipte soye hue. 

Lekin Daadi, peeli sleeveless nightdress mein, headboard se tika baithi thi, phone pakde, 
ungliyan type kar rahi thi, chehre par halki muskurahat. 

Maine socha shayad doston ko message—din bhar dekha tha phone nikaal kar type karte 
hue woh focused andaaz. Lekin muskurahat alag thi—raaz bhari, jaise khushi se, aam 
baaton wali nahi. 

Unhone Nana ko dekha, pakka kiya ki so rahe hain, phir dheere uthi, shawl odhi, aur bahar 
nikli, aankhen screen par, type karte hue muskurati hui. 






Mujhe hairaani—ab is waqt kahaan? Chalte hue phone par chipki, screen ki roshni chehre 
par, woh muskurahat jaari, garam aur dilchasp. 

Mujhe Daadi ki zindagi ka zyada pata nahi—kya yeh raat ki aadat thi—lekin mere liye naya 
tha. Shayad purane doston se baat, gaon ki gossip. Lekin dost ab so rahe honge; der ho 
gayi thi. Kuchh khaane laga. 

Woh bahar veranda ki taraf gayi, deewar se tika, ab bhi type, jawaabon par muskurahat 
badhi. Phir phone baja—dheemi vibration raat ki khamoshi mein—jis se baat kar rahi thi
 usi ka. Hairaan hokar idhar udhar dekha, phir uthaya, kaan par lagaya. 










Baat shuru ki, awaaz dheemi, kabhi halki hansi nikalti. Baad mein haath muh par rakh kar
 hairaani ya khushi se, jaise kuchh mazedaar ya shock waala bola, lekin muskurati rahi, 
chehra screen se roshan. 

Maine socha shayad doston se gossip, raat ki gaon ki kahaniyan. Lekin ek cheez hairaan 
ki—woh ghar ke veranda ke bahar washroom ki taraf gayi, call par, muskurate hue baat 
karte. 

Andar gayi, darwaza dheere band kiya click ke saath. 

Main pareshan—kya itna zaroori? Privacy kyun? Raat ki hawa bhari lagi, sawaal dimagh 
mein ghumte hue jab main bistar ki taraf gaya, din ke waqiyaat aur yeh naya raaz bechain
 kar rahe the. 




 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 8


Kya Gajendra meri mom ke peeche peeche har jagah ja raha hai,
woh chahta kya hai?





Daadi Zainab aur Nana Qadir ke post-Eid visit ko ab do hafte ho gaye the, aur ghar unki maujoodgi
 se ek aaraamdeh lehje mein bas gaya tha. 

Yeh chaudah din tyohaar ke halke silsile jaise lage—subah Nana ki gaon ki kahaniyan, dopahar Daadi
 ki kitchen mein madadgar haath, aur shaam parivaar table ke gird ikattha, hansi aur sada khaanon
 ke saath. 

Shuru ki josh ab aadati ban gayi thi, lekin chhoti chhoti cheezein badalne lagi thi jinhe main theek 
se pakad nahi pa raha tha. Daadi zyada energetic lag rahi thi, aksar "chhoti sair" ya kaam ke liye
 bahar nikalti, jabki Ammi apne roz ke kaamon mein lagi rahi, bhale hi maine unki aankhon mein 
kabhi kabhi chuppi soch dekhi. 

Padosi Gajendra us ajeeb baagh waqiye ke baad chup raha tha, uska balcony aksar khaali, jis se maine
 yaad ko peeche dhakel diya. Zindagi aage badhi, andaza aur aman se, ya aisa hi laga. 

Ek subah aayi, jab main pajame mein neeche utra, aankhon se neend malte hue, Ammi ko hamesha ki 
tarah kitchen mein paya, unka garam aur tarteeb waala ilaqa. 

Woh stove par parathe palat rahi thi, 
aasani se, dupatta kandhon par dheela pada, dheemi dhun gun guna rahi thi. Kamra aaraamdeh tha, 
kettle se bhaap uthti, counter par belan se aata chhida hua. 

Lekin aaj kuchh alag tha. Daadi Zainab uth chuki thi aur tayyar, roz ki nightdress mein sust subah nahi,
 balki saaf salwar kameez mein matching dupatte ke saath, baal peeche bandhe, din ke liye tayyar lag 
rahi thi. Woh Ammi ki sabzi kaatne mein madad kar rahi thi, harkatein tezi aur maqsad se, chehre par
 halki muskurahat. 

Maine socha kyun—Daadi aksar thodi der zyada soti thi, shehar ki susti enjoy karti thi bina subah ke 
kaamon ke, jabki Nana Qadir ab bhi unke kamre mein gehri neend mein the, unki kharraatein patli 
deewaron se goonj rahi thi door ki bijli jaise, masjid ki azaan jitni mustaqil. Woh hamesha zyada
 kharraate lete the, saalon ki gaon ki sakht mehnat ki aadat, lekin yeh tasalli bakhsh thi apni aadati 
mein. 

"Subah bakhair, beta," Ammi ne kaha, mujhe dekh kar garam muskurahat ke saath parathon ki plate 
meri taraf sarkaayi. "Neend achhi aayi?" 

"Haan, Ammi," maine jawaab diya, table par baith kar. "Daadi, aaj jaldi uth gayi. Sab theek?" 

Humne saath breakfast kiya—parathe dahi ke saath, taaza phal, aur aur chai—table par din ke baare 
mein aasaan baatein. Ammi ne apni roz ki Friday ki bazaar shopping ka zikr kiya hafte ki cheezon ke 
liye, jabki Daadi sar hilati rahi, aankhen kabhi khidki ki taraf jaise kuchh intezaar kar rahi ho. 

Breakfast ke baad, jab main plates saaf karne mein madad kar raha tha, Daadi ne Ammi ko kitchen 
mein alaahda kheench liya, awaaz dheemi lekin joshili. "Shahida, beta, main soch rahi thi—aaj phir 
butchery jaana chahti hoon. Kuchh taaza mutton le aaoon us khaas curry ke liye jo waada kiya tha. 
Tera beta mujhe le jaaye; usse raasta pata hai." 

Ammi (Shahida): (kaam rok kar upar dekh kar) "Butchery, Mama? Hafte ke liye gosht kafi hai. Kya
 zaroorat?" 

Daadi: (sar ka dupatta theek karte hue, sur halka lekin zid se) "Ah, lekin pata nahi kab extra 
chahiye ho jaaye. Tere chacha aa sakte hain, ya tere abbujan ko apna pasand tukda chahiye. Taiyaar
 rehna hamesha achha." 

Zaid: (magazine band kar, utsauk) "Daadi, mujhe kyun aana? Bas bata do kya laana hai." 

Daadi: (dheere hanste hue, sar hilate) "Nahi nahi. Mujhe tujhe chahiye wahaan. Teri achhi aankh
 hai, aur woh kasai Suraj teri izzat karta hai. Kuchh khaas maangna ho to sunega." 





Ammi: (apni ammi ko ghour se dekh kar, sur mein thodi sharaarat) "Khaas? Mama, aisa laga rahi ho
 jaise badi baat ho. Bas gosht hai." 

Daadi: (haath hila kar, darwaze ki taraf badhte hue) "Is ghar ko khilaane mein har cheez badi baat
 hai. Ab Zaid, sandals pehen. Zyada der nahi lagegi." 

Zaid: (khada hokar, ammi ko muskurate hue) "Fikr mat karo, Ammi. Main Daadi ko gum nahi hone 
doonga." 

Ammi: (ruk kar, Daadi ki shakal par nazar daal kar) "Mama… tumne makeup lagaya hai." 

Daadi: (gaal par dheere chhoo kar, bekhudi dikhaate) "Makeup? Yeh? Bas thoda powder, Shahida. Aaj 
dhoop tez hai." 

Zaid: (muskurate hue, uth kar) "Daadi, butchery jaate waqt lipstick nahi lagati. Kya baat hai?" 

Daadi: (hanste hue, haath hila kar) "Tum bachche zyada notice karte ho! Kuchh nahi. Bas presentable 
dekhna chahti thi. Sadak par pata nahi kis se mil jaaye." 

Ammi: (bhaun utha kar, honthon par smirk) "Presentable? Mama, gosht khareedne ja rahi ho, shaadi 
mein nahi." 

Daadi: (dupatta theek kar, nazrein bacha kar) "Shahida, har cheez par sawaal kyun? Zaid, chalo. Achhe
 tukde khatam hone se pehle jaana hai." 

Ammi: (muskurate hue, sar hilate hue hume jaate dekh) "Pakka karna ki aadhi dukaan na laaye!" 

Daadi: (hanste hue, Zaid ka baazu dheere kheench kar) "Shahida, hamesha mazaaq! Jaldi waapas aa 
jaayenge." 

Hum taazi subah mein bahar nikle, sadkein roz ki hala chal se bhari hui, lekin aaj Daadi tezi se chal 
rahi thi, kadam teekhe aur zid se, lagbhag jaldi mein, jo unki roz ki sust raftaar se alag tha. Woh apna 
chhota purse mazbooti se pakde thi, dupatta peeche udta hua. 

"Daadi, thoda dheere," maine kaha, halki daud se paas aate hue. "Itni tezi kyun? Butchery kahin nahi 
ja rahi." 

Unhone tezi se muskurate hue mujhe dekha, raftaar nahi ghati. "Oh, beta, bas crowd se pehle 
pahunchne ki jaldi. Bazaar jaante ho—achhe tukde pehle jaate hain. Aur taazi hawa achhi lag rahi; 
gaon ke raaston ki yaad dilaati." 





"Sahi," maine jawaab diya, unki raftaar milate hue. "Lekin aisa lag raha jaise late ho rahi ho. Sab theek? 
Tum... joshili lag rahi ho." 

Daadi dheere hanse, haath hila kar. "Cooking ke liye excited, bas. Tere Nana ko meri mutton curry 
pasand; hafte se nahi banayi. Chalo, paas raho—budhiya jaise main tumse aage nahi nikal jaani 
chahiye!" 

Main hans diya, baat taal di. "Theek, race karte hain." 

Suraj: [humare paas aate dekh kar, zor se muskurata hai] Arre, dekho kaun aaya phir! Mubarak ho, 
dost—tum is sundar aurat ko itni jaldi phir mere stall par laaye. Bazaar roshan ho gaya! 

Main: Sach mein, Daadi ne hi kaha aaj aana hai. 

Daadi: [khelte hue mera baazu thapthapaati] Chup kar! Raaz mat bata. 

Suraj: [zor se hansta] Haha, fark nahi padta kisne faisla kiya—mujhe khushi hai tujhe dekh kar, Zainab.
 Kal ki mulaqaat bahut chhoti thi. Aao, aaj ke sabse achhe tukde dikhaata hoon. 

Daadi: [garam muskurahat] Kal jo gosht liya tha woh kamaal tha, Suraj. Itna taaza—ghar sabne pasand 
kiya. 

Suraj: [aankhen chamak uthi] Yeh sun kar dil khush ho gaya. Aaj kya dil kar raha? Bakre ki pasliyan 
shayad? Abhi perfect hain... ya meri khaas moti sausages try karogi? Lamba, rasbhara, aur jab aurat
 achhe se maange to hamesha tayyar. 

Daadi: [halki muskurahat, thodi nazar hata kar] Bakre ki pasliyan abhi achhi lag rahi. Dikhao kya hai. 

Suraj: [paas aata hai, dheere unka haath pakad kar stall ke andar le jaata] Idhar—andar thandi hai. 
Tumhare deen ki zyadatar auratein dusre mardon ka haath bhi nahi pakadti, lekin tum... alag ho. 
Tumhe khushamadeed karna khaas lagta hai. Aur jaante ho, jo cheez pehle haraam lagti hai woh sahi 
chhuan se bilkul halaal ban jaati hai. 





Daadi: [aur muskurate hue, sur halka rakhte, haath nahi chhudati] Zindagi chhoti hai har chhote 
niyam ke liye, Suraj. Thodi garmahat ne kisi ko nuksaan nahi pahunchaya. 

Suraj: [andar le jaata, ab bhi haath dheere pakde] Sahi kaha. Yahan baitho is stool par—mere 
pasandida graahakon ke liye sabse achhi seat. [aaraam se baithne mein madad] Aaraam karo jab main 
sabse achhe tukde laata hoon. Kal tumhara sundar gosht dheele shawl ke neeche chhupa tha, lekin aaj
... oh, sab kuchh saaf, poora dikhai de raha. Asli quality ki qadr karna aasaan ho gaya. 

Daadi: [dheere qahqaha, dupatta theek karte hue jaan kar muskurahat] Phir taarif? Tum bahut meetha
 ho. Kal ki chhoti baat cheet ne socha se zyada maza diya. 

Suraj: [tukde taiyaar karte hue thoda jhuk kar] Yahan bhi. Tum mein itni lachak hai—nadar. Aur woh 
number yaad hai jo diya tha? Kabhi call karna... gosht ke liye, ya bas baat ke liye. Khaas kar agar woh 
sausages ke baare mein utsauk ho—to hamesha taaza aur taskeen bakhsh. Zainab, tum meri sausages 
taste kar sakti ho [aankh maarta hai] Jaanta hoon woh haraam hain. 

Daadi: [muskurate hue, aankhen thodi chamak] Suraj, tum jaante ho hamara deen pork ke sausages 
"khaane" ki ijaazat nahi deta. 

Suraj: [khelte hue muskurata] Fikr mat karo, har haraam cheez paak nahi ban sakti. 

Daadi: [muskurate hue, aankhen chamak] Dekha jayega. 

Main: Daadi, bakre ki pasliyan le rahe hain ya chicken? Chicken jaldi ban jaati. 

Daadi: [shaant mud kar] Pehle dekhte hain Suraj kya suggest karta hai, pyare. 

Suraj: [mujhe dekhta, phir Daadi ko muskurate hue] Teri daadi quality jaanti hai. Yeh pasliyan
 dekho—nam aur perfect. Lekin agar kuchh bold chahiye to meri sausages be-misaal. Jo bhi 
pasand ho waise hi kaat doon. 

Maine unhe baat karne chhod diya, peeche hat kar muskurate hue. Daadi ko dost milna achha lag 
raha tha, bhale Suraj alag deen ka ho—*****, naam se lagta tha. Hamare mukhtalif mohalle mein
 yeh aam tha, aur mujhe unke liye khushi hui. 

Unhe aisi company milni chahiye jo unhe aise muskuraaye, khaas kar gaon se door. "Daadi, Suraj—
main Jabir se milne ja raha hoon. Bas lane ke neeche. Jaldi waapas aata hoon." 

Main Jabir ke ghar chala gaya, chhoti sair ne sochne ka waqt diya. Wahaan pahuncha to woh kamre 
mein tha, controller haath mein. "Yaar, aakhir kar! GTA ke liye tayyar?" 

"Thodi der mein," maine kaha, baith kar. "Pehle batata hoon us padosi Gajendra ke saath kya hua." 

Jabir: Theek... 

Main: Gajendra darwaze par khatkhataata hai, Ammi ko kehta hai hose chalu hai aur paani barbaad 
ho raha. Ammi bahar ja kar theek karti hai, lekin pipe phat jaati hai ya kuchh—paani un par uchhal 
jaata hai. Kapde poori tarah bhig jaate hain. 

Jabir: [bhaun utha kar] Ruk, sun. Aur woh wahaan dekh raha tha sab? 

Main: Haan, hose theek karne mein madad ki. Lekin yaar, Ammi jhuk kar band kar rahi thi, unhe uski
 nazrein mehsoos hui... samajh, figure par, gaand par, seene par. Chhupa bhi nahi raha tha. 

Jabir: [dheere dhuya chhodte hue] Yaar, mujhe pata tha woh aadmi shady hai. Yeh non-'. padosi 
kabhi hadd nahi samajhte. 

Main: Chill kar, yaar. Lagta hai bas... dekh raha tha. Mard dekhte hain. Kuchh itna bura nahi kiya. 

Jabir: [sar hilate] Bas dekhna? Kahani aage bata. 

Main: To Ammi ke kapde bhige, thandi paani se thodi tharthara rahi thi. Gajendra achanak haath 
badhaata hai aur baazu chhuta hai, kehta hai, “Aunty, thand lag rahi, madad karoon.” 

Jabir: [aankhen badi] Usne chhua?! Shahida Aunty ko? Shaadi-shuda aurat ko? 

Main: Haan... Ammi turant peeche hati. Shist lekin mazboot kaha, “Mujhe chhuna mat, hamara deen
 ajnabi mardon ke chhune ki ijaazat nahi deta.” 

Jabir: [hairaan] Dekha? Maine kaha tha woh achha nahi. Hadd testa hai. Pehle ghoorna, phir chhuna? 
Agli baar aur bura hoga. 

Main: Nahi yaar, relax. Lagta nahi usne bura irada kiya. Shayad mazaaq, apne tarike se dostana. 

Jabir: [gambheer dekh kar] Mazaaq? Shaadi-shuda '. aurat ke jism ke saath? Pakka theek padh 
raha hai, bro? 

Main: Pakka. Usne pakda nahi ya kuchh. Bas baazu par halka chhuan. Shayad hamare niyam theek se 
nahi jaanta. 

Jabir: [nakaara] Nahi jaanta? Sab jaante hain. Hadd se bahut aage gaya. Seena aur kamar ghoorne ke 
baad chhuna? Yeh masoom nahi. 

Main: Theek, maan liya—chhune mein zyada aage gaya. Woh galat tha. 

Jabir: Zyada? Bahut zyada. Nazar rakho us par. Aur Aunty ko batao uske aas paas savdhaan rahein.
 Aise aadmi ek chhuan par nahi rukte. 

Main: Haan... Ammi se baat karunga. Lekin abhi bada issue mat banao. 

Jabir: [aur dhuya lete hue] Behtar safe rehna, bro. Mujh par bharosa kar. Ab khelte hain. 

Ghar waapas jaate hue, aadati raaste par, maine Ammi ko aage chalte dekha, bheed mein unki shakal 
lachakti hui. Woh Friday ko shopping karti thi, laal dress pehni thi jo takhnon tak beh rahi thi. 

Saath mein creamy scarf sar aur kandhon par, sundar lag rahi thi—posture seedhi, laal kapda roshni 
pakadta, chal confident lekin pardah waali, raah chalton ki nazrein kheenchti. Creamy scarf chehre ko
 narmi se frame kar rahi thi, roz ki sair mein elegance daal rahi. 





Woh bazaar ke paas ek chhote restaurant mein ghusi—chai aur snacks ke liye mashhoor jagah. Main unke 
peeche jaana chahta tha, shayad salaam ya bags uthane mein madad, lekin kuchh rok gaya. 

Ek kaali car unke peeche aayi, dheere chalte hue paas park. Lag raha tha stalk kar rahi thi—unke saath
 raftaar milate hue rukna, tinted shishe driver chhupaaye. Kaise pata? Car corner par lati thi jab woh 
mudi, tezi tab badhaayi jab unhone, chhup kar follow jaise. 

Hairaan hokar, main ek thele ke peeche chhup gaya jab darwaza khula, aur Gajendra nikla, neeli shirt
 black trouser mein, sharp lekin casual. Mujhe nahi pata tha uski car—compound mein kabhi nahi dekhi; 
woh aksar paidal ya rickshaw. Usne shirt theek ki aur restaurant mein maqsad se andar gaya. 

Maine socha shayad salaam karna chahta—ittifaq, unhe dekh kar padosi pana. Lekin shak aa gaya; timing 
perfect thi. Shakki hokar, chupke follow kiya, restaurant mein ghus kar partition ke peeche jagah li 
dekhne ke liye. 

Ammi corner table par baithi thi, biryani order kar, Nafisa se phone par baat jaari—roz ki break mein—
dheere hans rahi thi. 

Gajendra paas gaya, saamne ki chair bina ijazat kheench kar baith gaya. "Join kar sakta hoon?" 
muskurate
 hue. 






Ammi upar dekhi, hairaan—aankhen badi, phone dheere neeche. Umeed nahi thi, posture sakht. 
"Gajendra?
 Yahan kya kar rahe ho?" 

Gajendra: [chair kheench kar bina intezaar baith jaata, cocky muskurahat] Assalamu alaikum, Shahida ji.
 Greeting theek kahi? Jagah bhari hai. Khushqismati—sabse achhi seat mili, bilkul saamne. 

Ammi: [ek pal upar dekh, phir plate par] Main achhi hoon, akeli kha rahi hoon. 

Gajendra: Zyada der nahi. Pehle, maafi us din ki. Baazu chhuna… galat tha. Lekin yaar, bhigi hui, tharthara
—mard ka react karna mushkil. 





Ammi: [dheere] Maafi qubool. Bas hadd yaad rakho. 

Gajendra: Hadd note ki. Phir bhi, bhige kapdon ke neeche woh curves? Jurm. Aaj poori dhaki ho, lekin mard
 soch sakta hai neeche kya hai. 

Ammi: Gajendra ji… please. 

Gajendra: Relax, sundar. Bas haqeeqat. Yeh biryani achhi lag rahi. Dheere kha rahi ho? 

Ammi: Haan. 

Gajendra: Smart. Main bhi hamesha waqt leta hoon. Bade niwale, gosht muh mein rehne do, ras behne do. 
Jitna mota tukda, utna lambi der muh mein. 

Ammi: [chhota rukna] Bas khaana hai. 

Gajendra: Haan. Lekin kuchh cheezon ko achhe muh ki zaroorat hoti sahi sambhalne ko. Dheemi zabaan ka 
kaam sab... lazzatdaar bana deta. 

Ammi: [seat par hilti] Hmm. 

Gajendra: Wow, matlab tumhara muh achha hai. Yeh chicken ke ilawa dusra “gosht” bhi fit kar sakta, samajh
 rahi ho? [smirk] Bade tukde, mote—lagta hai tum achhe se sambhal logi. 

Ammi: [thodi bhaun, samajh nahi] Dusra gosht? Jaise mutton ya bakra? Main chicken hi leti hoon. 

Gajendra: [dheemi hansi] Haan… kuchh aisa. Woh jo garam, mazboot, dheere chusne se poora lazza nikal aaye. 

Ammi: [ab bhi matlab nahi pakad] Chusna? Main to normal chabati hoon. 

Gajendra: [aage jhuk kar, table par haath badha kar plate ke paas unke haath par ungliyan dheere fereta] 
Aasaan, Shahida ji. Haath tense lag raha. Bas dekh raha aaj garam ho ki nahi. 

Ammi: [haath tezi se peeche] Mujhe chhuna mat. 

Gajendra: [qahqaha, be-parwaah] Rok nahi sakta. Teri jaisi skin chhune ko kehti hai. 

Ammi: Maine kaha tha—hamara deen yeh ijaazat nahi deta. 

Gajendra: Yaad hai. Lekin niyam kabhi lachak jaate hain. Baat teri deen ki... suna hai Musslim padosi 
ke huqooq mein bade hain. Hamesha bulana, chai, khaana, mehmaan nawaazi. 

Ammi: [savdhaani se] Haan… padosiyon se achhe taaluqaat ki taleem hai. 

Gajendra: Bilkul. To batao—mujhe ghar mein ab tak kyun nahi bulaya? Hafte se pados mein hoon. 
Tumhara mazhab padosi ko pasand karta hai, hai na? 

Ammi: [ruk kar, hairaan, soch kar] Mehmaan nawaazi zaroori... lekin hadd hoti hai. Khaas kar auraton 
ke liye jab mard ghair mahram. 

Gajendra: Hadd? Chalo, Shahida ji. Padosiyon mein chai? Kuchh galat nahi. 

Ammi: [chaturai se] Padosi achhe, lekin nazar neeche aur pardah—dono usi mazhab ka hissa. 

Gajendra: [muskurata, mutaassir] Smart jawaab. Lekin phir bhi… jab tumhara shauhar nahi hota tab 
kyun nahi bula sakti? Kisi ko pata bhi nahi chalega. Bas chhoti si mulaqaat. 

Ammi: [aankhen tez, shak badhta] Khusoosan jab shauhar nahi hota tab kyun? 

Gajendra: [kandhe uchaal kar, cocky] Bas aasaan, hai na? Woh dukaan par busy rehta hai. Tum akeli.
 Theek se baat kar sakte hain. 

Ammi: [sur mazboot] Aur shauhar bina theek se baat karne ki kya zaroorat? Asli wajah kya hai yeh poochhne ki? 

Gajendra: [dheemi hansi] Sharp ho. Pakde gaye soch mein. 

Ammi: Mujhe yeh pasand nahi aa raha. 

Gajendra: Waise—main dono khaanon ka bill pehle hi de diya. Mera treat. Kuchh dena nahi... abhi. 

Ammi: Bina poochhe phir bill diya? 

Gajendra: Cocky aadat. To, tumhara shauhar—din bhar kya karta hai? 

Ammi: Kapdon ki dukaan hai bazaar mein. 

Gajendra: Busy aadmi. Subah jaldi jaata, der se lautta? 

Ammi: [aankhen sanki] Uske baare mein itna kyun poochh rahe? 

Gajendra: Utsauk. Teri jaisi sundar biwi din bhar akeli… kisi ko dekhna padta hai bore na ho. 

Ammi: Main bore nahi. Aur mera peecha band karo. Maine dekha sadak paar se ghoor rahe the. 

Gajendra: [aur muskurata] Qusoorvaar. Rok nahi saka. Taqdeer baar baar raaste mein laati hai. 

Ammi: Taqdeer nahi. Peecha band karo. 

Gajendra: Vaada nahi kar sakta. Aisi aurat ko ignore karna mushkil jo kurta aise bharti hai. 

Ammi: [chamcha mazbooti se rakhte] Main shaadi-shuda hoon. '. hoon. Yeh dhyaan nahi chahiye. 

Gajendra: Jaanta hoon. Isi se maza zyada. Number de do. Agar ghar mein mazboot haath chahiye jab
 shauhar shirt bech raha ho. 

Ammi: Nahi. 

Gajendra: Hard to get khel rahi. Chase pasand hai. 

Phir Ammi bahar nikli, Gajendra paas paas peeche. Woh khafa lag rahi thi, kadam tezi se, yeh zid wala
 dhyaan pasand nahi. Gajendra follow jaari, raftaar milaate. 

Gajendra: [paas aate hue, bagal mein chalte] Shahida ji, ruk jao! Ghar chhod doon. Meri car corner
 par hai. 

Ammi: [raftaar ghataaye bina, mud kar nahi] Nahi, shukriya. Paidal jaungi. 

Gajendra: Chalo, garmi hai. Shopping ki, bags uthaaye—thakne ki zaroorat nahi. 

Ammi: Theek hoon. Paidal pasand hai. 

Gajendra: [aasani se raftaar milaate] Pakka? Hamare lane tak door hai. Aur saamne peeche itna... 
bojh uthaaye, door chalna thaka dega. 

Ammi: [chalti rahi, sur sada] Roz sambhal leti hoon. 

Gajendra: Bas keh raha—teri woh bhari cheezein, saamne aur peeche, chalna mein mehnat lagti hogi.
 Zyada thak jaogi. Bike par aasaan hoga. 

Ammi: [thodi dheemi, matlab samajh kar gaal laal gusse se] Kya kaha tumne? 

Gajendra: [muskurata, be-parwaah] Relax, sundar. Bas fikr. Bada seena, poori kamar—sundar, lekin 
garmi mein bhari bojh. Door mat thako khud ko. 

Ammi: [chalna rok kar, mud kar] Gajendra ji, bas karo. Phir mere jism ki baat. Yeh be-izzati hai. 

Gajendra: [haath upar, bekhudi] Be-izzati nahi. Sirf fikr. Teri jaise bani aurat—curves itne— aaram
 chahiye. Chhoti si sachai par hungama mat karo. 

Ammi: Hungama isliye ki har hadd cross kar rahe ho. Andar kaha tha—shaadi-shuda, deen maanti,
 tumse kuchh nahi chahiye. 

Gajendra: [thoda paas] Ek chhoti ride ghar. Padosi madad. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega. 

Ammi: Bike par baithi to sabko pata chal jaayega. Poochhna band karo. 

Gajendra: Zid. Pasand aayi. Lekin sach, woh kamar aise hilti hui ghar tak… zyada pasina aayega. 

Ammi: [awaaz thodi upar] Meri kamar ki baat band karo! Dekhna band, comment band, peecha
 band! 

Gajendra: [dheemi qahqaha] Shaant ho jao, Shahida ji. Log dekh rahe. Scene mat banao. Ride 
qubool kar lo. Taaqat bachaao. 

Ammi: Sirf taaqat tumse door hone mein laga rahi. Mujhe akela chhod do. 

Gajendra: Aakhri offer. Bike aaraamdeh. Sab kuchh ke liye kafi jagah. 

Ammi: [tez mud kar tezi se chal di] Bas ho gaya. Ab peecha mat karna. 





Unhone saaf inkaar kiya, usse wahaan kaali car ke paas khada chhod diya, chehra mayoosi aur kuchh
 andhera. Ammi door jaati hui, laal dress zid bhare kadmon se hilti, woh ruk kar dekhta raha, nazrein
 unki badi gaand par, dhyan se dekh ta hua jab tak bheed mein gayab nahi hui. 

Mujhe is aadmi par gehra shak hone laga—kyun Ammi ki gaand aise dekh raha tha? Pasand nahi aaya, 
uski nazar unhe object bana rahi thi, sadi chal ko ghuspaithiya. Predatory lag raha tha, baagh waqiye
 se pattern. Uska khel kya tha? 

Us shaam, sooraj doobte hue ghar dinner ki khushboo se bhar gaya, main Suraj ki butchery chala gaya. 

Daadi ne kaha tha shayad aur cheezein chahiye, lekin pahuncha to dukaan jaldi band—shutter neeche,
 andar roshni nahi. Fikr hui Daadi kahaan hogi; unhe ilaqa zyada nahi pata, aur butchery mein pehle ki
 ajeeb harkat, khaane lagi. Akeli gayi? Gum ho gayi? 

Phone baja—Daadi ka. "Beta, fikr mat—Suraj mujhe bazaar mein chhoti sair par le gaya. Maine teri 
Ammi aur Nana ko bata diya. Jaldi ghar aa jaayenge." 

"Theek, Daadi," maine kaha, rahat lekin pareshan. "Ghar par milte hain." 

Ajeeb laga—hamara deen aise maamlaat mein sensitive, shaadi-shuda aurat akeli ghair mahram mard 
ke saath nahi chalti, khaas kar alag deen ke. Lekin socha shayad dostana, masoom—recipes ya gaon ki 
baatein. Suraj achha lagta tha. 

Us raat baad mein, ghar waapas ek chhote kaam se, ittifaq se Daadi aur Suraj ko bazaar ke paas side 
lane mein saath chalte dekha. 

Bagal bagal, dheere hanste, aur phir—hairat—Suraj Daadi ka haath pakde tha, ungliyan ek dusre mein 
guthi hui, aasani se chalte hue. Main tezi se parked rickshaw ke peeche chhup gaya, dil doob gaya. 





Hairaan, dekhta raha guzarne tak—Daadi ka chehra aisi muskurahat se roshan jo pehle nahi dekhi.
 Hamare '. deen mein shaadi-shuda aurat jaise Daadi aisa nahi karti; pardah aur wafadaari ki hadd. 
Yeh theek nahi laga—masoom sair ya nahi, taleemaat ki muqaddas haddon ko cross kar raha tha. Kyun
 karti woh? 


Us raat, sab ne khaana khaaya—Daadi ki curry phir se lazzatdaar aur Ammi ke taaza salads—phir parivaar 
bikhar gaya. Nana ko bilkul pata nahi chala ki Daadi ne poora din kya kiya tha; woh apni sairon se thake
 hue the, dinner ke dauraan gaon ki khabron par yun hi baatein kar rahe the.



Us raat khaane ke waqt table par ronak thi lekin chhoti—khaane ki taarifein, halke mazaaq. Sab jaldi apne
 apne bedroom mein chale gaye, ghar raat ke chadar mein shaant ho gaya.


Maine Daadi aur Nana ke bedroom mein jhaanka, darwaza thoda khula tha. Phir Daadi ki harkat ne mera 
dhyaan kheench liya—woh bistar par thi, takiye se tika hui, phone par baat kar rahi thi usi raaz bhari 
muskurahat ke saath. 

Is baar cheezein normal nahi lag rahi thi kyunki woh aane ke baad har raat yeh kar 
rahi thi, chupke se nikal jaati ya der tak jaagti screen ki roshni mein. Itni mustaqil kyun? Kya cheez unka 
dhyaan kheench rahi thi?


Lekin us raat mujhe kuchh bahut hairat angez dikha—unki anguthiyan screen par tezi se ud rahi thi, chehra 
thoda laal pad gaya jab message padha, khushi se honth kaat te hue. Phir unhone Nana ki taraf dekha, jo 
amaana se kharraate le rahe the, aur bistar se dheere utri, kandhon par shawl lapet kar hallway mein 
dheere kadam rakha, phone ab bhi haath mein


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CHAPTER 9



Main apne zindagi mein pehli baar ek itni sharmnaak cheez
apni aankhon se dekh chuka hoon





Woh veranda ke bahar khadi thi, ab bhi texting kar rahi thi, unki shakal ghar ki deewaron par
 chadhi belon se chhanti chandni ki halki roshni mein ubhar rahi thi. Raat ki hawa thandi aur 
shaant thi, raat mein khilne waale phoolon ki halki khushboo aur door se shehar ke sustaane 
ki awaaz le kar. 

Daadi Zainab railing se tik kar khadi thi, unki peeli sleeveless nightdress dheeli padi hui, pehle
 odha cream scarf ab kandhon se thoda sarak gaya tha. 

Unki anguthiyan phone ke screen par umr ke hisaab se hairat angez tezi se chal rahi thi, halki
 neeli roshni unke chehre ko roshan kar rahi thi jis se woh din se chhoti aur zyada zinda lag rahi 
thi. Har kuchh seconds mein rukti, message padhti, aur honthon par chhota raaz bhara
 muskurahat aa jaati, aankhen khushi aur intezaar se chamak uth ti. 

Main hallway ke andhere se dekh raha tha, utsaukta badhi hui lekin abhi hairat nahi. Itni raat
 ko kis se texting kar rahi thi? Har kuchh der mein bedroom ke darwaze ki taraf mud kar dekhti, 
pakka karte hue ki Nana Qadir ke kharraate jaari hain, yeh dikhaata tha ki baat niji thi. 

Shayad gaon ki purani dost, raat ki gossip—shaadiyon ya pariwar ki dramon ki—woh baatein jo
 subah tak chalti thi kyunki gaon mein waqt ka itna ehmiyat nahi thi. Lekin jab dekhta raha, 
phone phir baja, woh message ghour se padhi, khud se sar hilaati jaise hukm mil raha ho. "Theek 
hai," dheere murmmat ki, itni dheemi ki saaf nahi suni, lekin chehra khelte ita'at mein badal 
gaya. 

Phir unhone daaya haath dheere uthaya, ungliyan scarf ke kinaare par. Tezi se idhar udhar dekha
—veranda khaali pakka karne ke liye—phir scarf poori utaar di, sre-streaked baal kandhon par
 gir gaye. Thoda fluffed kiya, ungliyan chalaa kar volume diya, phir phone baazu ki doori par
 pakda. 






Camera ka soft flash chala jab unhone selfies li—ek sharmili muskurahat ke saath, sar side par 
jhuka; dusri honth chumba ke lens ki taraf; teesri khelte chumban udaate hue, aankhen aadhi 
band flirtatious wink mein. 

Selfies niji, vyaktigat lag rahi thi—aisi jo aam dost ya rishtedaar ko nahi bhejte. Garmahat thi, 
thodi sensuality pose mein, nightdress ek kandhe se thoda sarak gayi, chandni chehre ki narm
 lakeeron ko ubhaar rahi. Jaise khaas kisi ke saath niji pal baant rahi ho, apna raaz bhara pehlu. 

Main andhere hallway se chhup kar dekhta raha, soch mein. Kya yeh bas be-nuksaan maza tha, raat 
mein jawaan mehsoos karne ka tareeka? Daadi hamesha pariwar ka sahara rahi thi—mujhe aur Jabir
 ko achhe ikhlaaq, deen, izzat sikhaati thi apne dauron mein. Deen ki kahaniyan sunaati thi pardah 
aur imaandaari par zor dete hue. 

Lekin yahan woh screen par aate jawaabon par dheere qahqaha kar rahi thi, tezi se reply. Shayad
 door ka rishtedaar, ya bachpan ki dost technology se phir mili. Ya be-gunah flirt—gaon mein kabhi 
kabhi bewah auratein aise saath dhoondhti thi, bhale deen shaadi-shuda auraton ke liye mana karta. 

Nana so rahe the; unhe pata tha? Dimagh ghum raha—utsaukta aur thodi bechaini. Agar kuchh nahi 
to? Agar zyada soch raha hoon, din ke waqiyaat ki pareshani un par daal raha hoon? Phir bhi un 
selfies ki nijta khaane lagi, woh puzzle ka tukda jo meri jaani Daadi se match nahi kar raha. 

Do din baad, kuchh dramatic nahi hua roz ko bigadne waala. Zindagi mustaqil beh rahi thi—subah 
pariwar ke saath breakfast, dopahar kaamon aur Jabir ke saath khel, shaam Daadi ke khaane aur 
Nana ki kahaniyon se. Lekin maine notice kiya Daadi ab har roz Suraj ki butchery jaati thi, lunch ke 
baad chhote bag ke saath "taaza cheezon" ke liye. 

Ab unhe raasta itna pata tha ki akeli jaati, kisi ko saath ki zaroorat nahi. "Main sambhal loongi, beta," 
muskurate hue kehti. "Achhi sair hai, aur Suraj ko pata hai mujhe kya pasand." Masoom lagta—
shayad baat cheet enjoy karti, bazaar ki aadati gaon jaise. 

Ek shaam, sooraj doobte hue aasman gehra narangi, main khud Suraj ki butchery gaya. Ammi ne kaha
 tha kal ke khaane ke liye extra beef chahiye, aur socha Daadi ko surprise kar doon agar wahaan ho. 
Lekin 9 baje pahuncha to dukaan band—shutter jaldi neeche, andar roshni nahi, sign hawa mein hil
 raha. 

Ajeeb tha; Suraj aksar der tak khula rakhta last-minute graahakon ke liye. Maine uska phone milaya,
 ring goonji lekin jawab nahi. Phir Daadi ka—wahi, voicemail. Pet mein fikr gad gayi; kahaan ho sakti
 thi? Ilaqa zyada nahi jaanti, aur is waqt sadkein andheri, theek nahi lag raha. 

Maine faisla kiya uske ghar jaaoon—Suraj ne ek baar baat mein zikr kiya tha, shehar se door ek 
alaahda jagah, jungle mein. Shehar ki hadd se bahar jungle ka tukda jahaan kuchh bungalows the 
aman ke liye. Woh lakdi ke bungalow mein rehta tha, rustic aur dilkash, wraparound porch aur ped 
chhaa rahe the, jo suna tha. 

Rickshaw liya, safar jhatke daar jab paidal sadkein chhod jungle ke makki raaston par. Jungle ghana,
 hawa thandi crickets aur patton ki sarsarahat se. Pahuncha, rickshaw waale ko paise diye, jo dekha
 us se hairaan reh gaya. 

Bungalow porch par lanterns se halki roshni, aur bahar Daadi aur Suraj khade the. Woh poore nange
 the, dim roshni mein jism ubhra hua, mazboot aur be-sharma, jabki Daadi sirf halki gulabi abaya 
aur cream scarf mein, kapda dheela lata hua, roz ki pardah is niji jagah mein utar gaya. 

Dil doob gaya, saans atak gayi jab ped ke peeche chhup gaya. Yeh woh aurat thi jisne Ammi ko paala,
 humein duaen aur ikhlaaq sikhaaye, ab itni samjhauta karne waali haalat mein. Samajh aane laga
 unki nijta kyun—butchery ki chamakti muskurahatein, "sairen" jo har baar lambi hoti jaati. 

Maine socha dost thi, meherbaan budhiya baat enjoy karti, lekin galat—yeh gehra, mana tha. Dekhta
 raha jam kar, woh chumey—honth passionate lambi mulaqaat mein, uske haath kamar par, unki 
ungliyan baalon mein. 

Suraj: [dheere, baazu kamar par lapet kar] Zainab... poora din dimagh mein thi. Dil mein kya hai bata. 

Daadi: [jhijhak, haath uske nange seene par, awaaz thodi kaamp ti] Suraj... mujhe tum pasand ho.
 Zyada se zyada. Tum mujhe phir jawaan mehsoos karaate ho, desired aurat jaise. Lekin... hum 
bahut door nikal aaye. Yeh kya kar rahe hain? 





Suraj: [paas kheench kar, pyar se dheere] Shh, meri sundar Zainab. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega. Sirf
 hum donon ka—raat ka chhota raaz. Mujhe tumhari khidmat karne do, dikhaoon kitni khaas ho. 
Tum yeh ehsaas deserve karti ho. 

Daadi: [chalaaki se muskurate, sar jhuka kar sharmaati] Oh, tum meethi baatein karte ho. Lekin 
main '. aurat hoon... yeh theek nahi. Bhale... achha lag raha hai. 

Suraj: [gaal par dheere sehlaate] Tumhara deen mazboot, dil bhi. Lekin dil ko bhi khushi chahiye. 
Hum kisi ko nuksaan nahi pahuncha rahe. Chhod do, sirf aaj ki raat. 

Daadi: [ghabra kar idhar udhar dekhte, awaaz dheemi] Suraj, hum bahar hain. Koi dekh lega? Padosi,
 ya guzarne waala... 

Suraj: [dheere hanste, chehra mud kar] Mera ghar jungle mein gehra—alaahda, nazron se door. Raat
 ko koi nahi aata. Hamara niji duniya. 

Daadi: [utsauk, lekin chalaak, bhaun utha kar] Waise bazaar se itne door kyun rehte ho? Itne alaahda... 

Suraj: [sexy muskurahat, sur gehra] Kyunki yahan main aazaad hoon... taaron ke neeche nanga, tum
 jaise aurat ka intezaar karte hue raat aur garam karne ko. Koi distraction nahi, sirf khalis khwahish. 

Daadi: [sharma kar, nanhi ladki jaise be-yaqeen, dupatte se khelte] Suraj... mujhe nahi pata. Yeh 
sab naya hai... Aaj raat mujhe yahan kyun laaye? Ek budhiya jaise mujhse sach mein kya chahte ho? 

Suraj: [dheere pakad mazboot, aankhen milaa kar] Tum mein aag dekhta hoon, Zainab. Tum mujhe
 dekhti ho, stall par lautti ho... tum bhi yeh chahti ho jitna main. Khud ko mana mat karo—socho un
 saalon ko jo itne farz ada karte guzare. Thodi adventure, thodi jazba deserve karti ho. Mujhe 
gunahgaar mehsoos hota hai ki maine yeh jagaya, lekin achhe tareeke se... jaise hum kuchh asli baant
 rahe hain. 

Daadi: [gehri saans, dheere sur mein shikayat] Oh, Suraj... sahi keh rahe ho, asli lagta hai. Lekin theek 
nahi lag raha yeh karte. Yaad hai, main daadi hoon, imaandaar '.. Pariwar toot jaayega agar pata
 chala. Zindagi bhar paanch waqt namaaz, har niyam... aur ab yahan ***** aadmi ki baahon mein,
 raat mein, jungle mein. Jaise sab kuchh dhokha de rahi hoon jo muqaddas hai. Gunah kheench raha
—kal aaine mein chehra kaise dekhoongi? 

Suraj: [maathe par narmi se chuma] Zainab, yahi tumhe sundar banata hai—dil, bhakti. Lekin yeh
 dhokha nahi; tum khud ko jeene de rahi ho. Hum dono akela bahut din se. Mujhe dikhaane do theek 
hai. Koi nuksaan nahi. 

Daadi: [thoda peeche, aankhen talaash kar] Lekin Suraj... itna sada nahi. Deen pardah, paaki sikhaata
 hai. Agar yeh mujhe hamesha badal de? Purani khush aur yaqeen wali aurat ko taras aa raha. Ab sab
 sawaal karwa rahe ho. 

Suraj: [garam muskurahat, phir kheench kar] Aur yeh achha gunah, meri jaan—woh jo yaad dilaata 
hai hum zinda hain. Tumne sabko itna diya; ab thoda khud ke liye lo. Mere saath. 

Daadi: [sar thoda hilate, lekin paas tikti] Mana karna mushkil kar rahe ho. Lekin... abhi bhi nahi
 pata agar aur aage jaane doon. 

Suraj: [aur paas, saans honthon par garam] Mujh par bharosa, Zainab. Dikhaata hoon. [Chehra
 pakad kar pehli baar honth dabane ki koshish, narmi lekin zid se.] 

Daadi: [pehle thoda peeche, nanhi jaise mana karte, dheemi siski] Suraj... nahi, nahi karna 
chahiye... oh... ruk, abhi nahi... 

Suraj: [ruk kar, paas rakhte] Mana kyun, Zainab? Tum bhi yeh chumban chahti ho jitna main. 

Daadi: [nazar hata kar, sharmaati] Jaldi hai... dil tezi se dhadak raha. Agar pachhtaayi to? 

Suraj: [dheere] Nahi pachhtaogi. Hamara meetha raaz hoga. Chalo, sundar... 

Daadi: [lambi jhijhak, honth kaat te] Suraj... please... 

Suraj: [dheere chehra mud kar] Bas ek chumban. Andar ki jawaan aurat ke liye. 

Daadi: [aakhir thoda haan, lekin khelte] Oh, theek hai... lekin narmi se. 





Suraj: [ab gehra chumban, haath neeche sarak kar gaand ko mazbooti se dabaya] Mmm, 
Zainab... iska khwaab dekha tha. Teri yeh narm gaand—itni poori, perfect. Haathon mein kitna 
achha lagta. 

Daadi: [chumban mein pighal kar, jism paas daba, phir saans lete alag] Oh, Suraj... woh tha...
 lekin ab achhi aurat nahi lag rahi. Tumne mera kya kar diya? Rooh mein shikayat—is ke baad
 namaaz kaise karoon? 

Suraj: [gardaan par halke chumban, paas rakhte] Tum sabse achhi aurat ho jo jaanta hoon. 
Achha hone ka matlab khud se khushi mana nahi. Andar le ja kar aur achha mehsoos karaoon
—jahaan garam hai. 

Daadi: [chalaak muskurahat waapas, sur dheemi] Tum zyada aazma rahe ho. Lekin... shayad 
taaron ke neeche thodi der aur. 

Suraj: [phir gaand dabaya, ghar ki taraf kheenchte] Meri ladki. Kisi ko nahi pata chalega, aur 
tum mere saath hamesha jawaan mehsoos karogi. 

Baad mein woh dheere alag hua, unhe porch ke bahar lakdi ki kursi par baithne ko le gaya. 
"Yahan intezaar karo, Zainab ji—kuchh khaas laata hoon," sur dheema aur pyar bhara, 
bungalow mein gayab. 

Daadi wahaan baithi gehri soch mein, lantern ki roshni mein chehra mukhtalif jazbaat ka 
naqsha. Andar ki ladai saaf—jaanti thi hadd cross kar di, dhaiyon se bhakti aur qadron se 
bhatak gayi. 

Imaandaar '. aurat hone ke naate, saalon ki shaadi, Suraj se yeh rishta—alag deen ka 
aadmi—har cheez ke khilaaf: shaadi ki muqaddasat, uske bahar nijta ki manaahi, sanskaari 
aur deeni hadd jo khud pariwar ko sikhaayi thi. 

Gunah uljha rahi—ghar par amaana se soye Nana ki soch, Ammi jo unki qadr karti, namaaz
 jo chhod di thi chupke nikalne ko. Phir bhi thrill, Suraj ka dhyaan—sawaal uthaata: kya 
zindagi bahut sakht thi? Kya yeh der ki baghaawat, manaahi aazaadi ka maza? Saans bhari, 
abaya ke kinaare par ungliyan, pachhtaawa aur naye josh ke beech phansi. 

Phir Suraj lauta, tray par bhuni garam pork—tukde sunhere, kinaare karare, charbi chamak
 rahi, khushboo mere chhupne tak pahunchi. Maine jaana pork fried kaise dikhti—kitabon ya
 bazaar se, marbled texture, chicken mutton se alag karara. 

Socha shayad khud khaayega—Daadi pork nahi khaati, deen mein haraam, sakht hadd jo koi 
imaandaar '. nahi cross karta. Nahi sochna chahta jo soch raha—ki woh khaayegi, yeh
 unke raaz ka hissa. 

Daadi: [hairaan, awaaz thodi upar] Suraj! Yeh... yeh kya? Pork? Yahan pork laaye? 

Suraj: [shaant muskurahat, bagal mein baith kar] Haan, meri Zainab. Taaza, perfect grilled. 
Sirf humare liye. 

Daadi: [peeche hat kar, haath mazbooti se jode] Kya kar rahe ho? Tum jaante ho main nahi..
. hum nahi... pork sakht mana hai. Sabse bura haraam. 

Suraj: [knee par dheere haath] Yaad hai pehle kaha tha? Jo haraam lagta woh sahi chhuan, 
niyat, sahi insaan se halaal ban jaata. 

Daadi: [sar dheere hilate, bechain] Woh... alag tha. Tumhe chumna hi deen mein gunah tha.
 Lekin pork khaana? Yeh bahut aage. Zindagi bhar haath nahi lagaya. Khushboo bhi nahi 
sunghi pakte hue. 

Suraj: [sur narmi, tasalli] Meri meethi Zainab, suno. Tum buri aurat nahi. Tum aurat ho jo 
aakhir khud ko mehsoos karne de rahi, poori zindagi chakhne. Koi yahan nahi. Kisi ko nahi 
pata. Hamari chhoti duniya. Mujhe khidmat karne do. 

Daadi: [khud par kamzor muskurahat, aankhen chamak] Tum mujhe yeh sab kyun karaate ho,
 Suraj? Jaante ho tum aise baat karo to kamzor pad jaati hoon. 

Suraj: [pyar se hanste, ungliyon se chhota tukda utha kar] Kyunki asli tum dekhta hoon—
utsauk, jazbaati aurat jo niyamon ke peeche chhupi. Sab kuchh ek baar try karne layak. 
Bharosa karo, sundar. 

Daadi: [tukde ko honthon ke paas dekhte, jhijhak] Main... pork haath mein bhi nahi pakda. 
Yeh naya lag raha. Itna galat. 

Suraj: [paas jhuk kar, sur shahad jaise] Bas gosht hai, Zainab. Nam, rasbhara, tumhare 
honthon ka intezaar. Ek chhota niwala. Mere liye. Tumhe naya maza lete dekhna chahta 
hoon. 

Daadi: [honth kaat te, usse phir tukde ko dekha] Nahi karna chahiye... 

Suraj: [tukda neeche honth par dheere ferete] Karna chahiye. Kyunki zinda mehsoos 
karaayega. Mere liye kholo, meri jaan. 

[Lambi rukne ke baad, dheere honth khole. Woh andar rakha. Chhota, savdhaan niwala 
liya, dheere chabaya.] 

Daadi: [turant bhaun, chehra sakht] Yeh... tez hai. Alag. Namkeen, dhuaan daar... 

Suraj: [halki muskurahat] Kaisa laga, Zainab? Bata. 

Daadi: [ab bhi chabate, be-yaqeen] Nahi pata... ajeeb. Thook dena chahiye lag raha. 

Suraj: [gaal pakad kar dheere kheench] Nahi nahi. Chumo mujhe usi mein. Mazaa mujh se
 mila de. 

[Jhijhki, phir paas hui. Gehri chumban, muh mein pork ab bhi.] 





Daadi: [thoda alag, chehra bana kar] Suraj... thookna chahti hoon... 

Suraj: [maathe par chuma, phir honth] Nigal lo, sundar. Ladna mat. Andar ka hissa ban 
jaaye. Mere saath safe ho. 

[Aankhen band ki, mushkil se nigla, phir saans chhodi.] 

Suraj: [aur tukda offer] Ek aur niwala. Itna achha kiya. 

Daadi: [is baar khud tukda liya, jhijhak lekin muh ke paas] Vishwaas nahi hota yeh kar
 rahi hoon... 

[Phir kaata, dheere chabaya.] 

Daadi: [dheere, khud se] Yeh... socha se meetha. Nam. 

Suraj: [fakhr se dekhte] Dekha? Jism ko pata hai kya pasand. 

[Phir khud chumi, pork muh mein. Chumban lamba.] 








Daadi: [nigalne ke baad, dheemi awaaz, khud ko halka sharminda karte] Ya Rabbi... kaisi
 aurat ban rahi hoon? Nange aadmi ko chum, mana gosht kha, taaron ke neeche...
 sharminda hona chahiye. 

Suraj: [baal sehlaate] Fakhr karna chahiye. Bahadur ho. Aaj raat aazaad. 

Daadi: [tray se khud aur tukda liya, ab khul kar maza lete] Mmm... sach mein meetha.
 Masale... galti chhupate hain. 

Suraj: [peeche tika, jeet jaise muskurahat] Dekha, Zainab? Maine kaha tha—sahi dil se 
kuchh sach mein haraam nahi. Ab poora maza lo. Enjoy karo. 

(Main sach mein hairaan tha, hairat se chhupne ki jagah se thoda bahar nikal aaya bas 
yeh dekh kar ki daadi apne aashiq Suraj ke kehne par mana pork kha rahi thi) 








Daadi: [aur niwala chabate, aankhen aadhi band, chhoti chalaak muskurahat] Tum khatarnak
 ho, Suraj. Lekin... shayad aaj raat sahi keh rahe. 

Suraj: [kursi paas kheench, haath jaangh par] Meri ladki. Jitna chahe khaao. Poori raat hamari. 

Daadi: [aur ek tukda, ab khul kar] Sirf hum donon mein... hamara raaz gunah. 

Suraj: [dheere] Hamara raaz maza. 

[Woh jhuk kar phir chumi, pork ka maza honthon ke beech jungle ke shaant aasman ke neeche 
baanta] 






Main hairaan aur jee michla raha tha—nazara pet ulaat raha, gale mein khatta pani. Sabse
 bura dekha, sab pakeezgi ka dhokha. Galti se patta dab gaya, crunch jungle ki khamoshi mein 
zor. Unhone awaaz ki taraf dekha, sar tez mude. 

Ghabrahat—bhaag gaya, pedon ke beech, dil zor se dhadakta, shaakhein chehre par maar. 

Main ne kabhi porn nahi dekha, masoomiyat thi, ghar mein deen ne aisi gandagi se bachaaya,
 nazrein neeche aur dimagh saaf. Hamesha galat se nazar hataayi, padhaai aur namaaz par, 
manaahi mein utsauk nahi. Lekin aaj raat jo dekha woh itna bura—bhalai ko andhera bana diya. 

Socha Daadi, jo mujhe aur Jabir ko achhe ikhlaaq sikhaati thi, pardah aur wafadaari par aayatein,
 Suraj ke saath is gandagi mein kaise gir gayi. Munafiqat jalaa rahi—unki sikhaaye deen ab khaali.
 Suraj se nafrat hone lagi, woh manipulator jo unki akelapan ka faaida utha raha. Ikhlaaq bigaad
 raha. 

Daadi Ammi ki maa hone se, kya Ammi Shahida mein bhi wohi harkat hai? Yeh soch daraa rahi thi, 
genetics, kya Daadi ki yeh harkat hamare khandaan mein chalti hai? 

Ammi imaandaar, pardah karne waali, hamesha namaaz mein, Abbu ke liye wafadaar, zindagi 
pariwar aur deen par. Mujhe sakht qadron se paala, kabhi raaz ka ishaara nahi, din saaf aur paak. 
Der raat texting nahi, shakki bahar jaana nahi. 

Yaad aaya ek teacher ne kaha tha, "Betiyan maaon ka aaina—khaasiyatein heirloom jaise utarti
 hain." Shak hone laga kya Ammi bhi Daadi jaise. Kya Ammi mein bhi wohi harkat hai jo Daadi 
mein? 

 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 10


Kya meri mom pehle hi paap mein gir chuki hai?
Kya woh apni bigdi hui maa ke raaste par chal rahi hai?



Us raat ghar pahuncha, saansen ab bhi tezi se chal rahi thi us paagal daud se. Dimagh toofaan tha, Suraj 
ke alaahda bungalow ka hairat angez manzar baar baar dohra raha tha: Daadi us khule andaaz mein, Suraj
 ka nanga jism, unka niji chumban, tray par mana pork. 

Ghar ki roshniyan dheemi thi, sirf kitchen aur baithak se halki chamak bahar nikal rahi, ishaara ki koi ab 
bhi jaag raha. Maine darwaze par jootey utaare, saans sambhalne ki koshish, baazuon par shaakhon ki
 chhoti kharochhein shirt ke kinaare se ponchhte hue. 

Hallway mein kadam rakha to Ammi kitchen se nikli, chehre par rahat aur maa wali halki fikr ka mila jula 
andaaz. Woh aaraamdeh nightdress mein thi, upar garmahat ke liye dheela robe bandha, baal dheele 
peeche bandhe, haath mein dish towel ab bhi pakda jo der raat ki safai se bacha tha. 

"Beta, aakhir aa gaya," unhone kaha, sur dheema lekin woh roz ki fikr bhara jab main umeed se zyada der
 bahar rehta. Paas aayi, dheemi roshni mein ghour se dekha. "Itni raat ko kahaan tha? Socha tha Daadi ko
 unki sair se laane ya Jabir se milne gaya tha. Sab theek? Chehra laal lag raha hai." 

Nana Qadir baithak mein the, main andar aaya to kitab thodi neeche kar ke utsauk lekin be-fikr andaaz se 
dekha. "Haan, beta—Daadi mili? Unhone kaha tha kisi dost se milne ja rahi, lekin kaafi der ho gayi." 

Jawaab dene se pehle Nana ka phone side table par baja, woh khushgawar ringtone jo Daadi ne visit mein 
set ki thi khamoshi kaat ti hui. Unhone uthaya, screen dekh kar pyar bhari chhoti hansi. "Ah, farishta ki baat
—Zainab ka hi." 

Speaker par kiya aadat se taaki sab sun lein, sur garam aur tasalli bakhsh. "Zainab? Salam—tumhari taraf sab
 theek?" 

Daadi ki awaaz saaf aayi, halki aur aam, peeche halki sarsarahat jaise pedon mein hawa ya pankha. "Wa salam
, Qadir—haan, yahan sab achha. Fikr mat karo. Main dost ke ghar hoon; baatein shuru hui aur waqt ka pata
 hi nahi chala. Purane dinon ki yaadein—jaante ho na. Raat yahin guzaar loongi aur subah taaza aa jaungi. 
Shahida aur bete ko kehna jaagne mat rahein." 

Nana ne sar hilaya bhale dekh nahi sakti, sur aaraam se. "Theek hai, agar aaraam hai. Kaun si dost phir? 
Savdhaan rehna—rickshaw ya kuchh chahiye to call karna." 

"Oh, purani jaan pehchaan saalon pehle ki—haal mein phir mili," unhone aasani se kaha. "Main theek hoon, 
sach. Goodnight—sab ko mera pyar dena." 

Call khatam, Nana khush. Abbu kitchen se der raat paani ka glass le kar aaye, aakhri baat sun li. 

"Haan, Daadi ko aaj kal sairen pasand aa gayi. Sab se milna julna—shayad recipes ya gaon ki gossip nayi aurat
 doston se." Nana Qadir ne kaha. 

Ammi garam muskurayi. "Sach mein meetha hai. Ammi hamesha logon se judti thi. Aur kitchen mein madad—
khaane mein woh extra lazza." 

Abbu ne sar hilaya. "Sahi. Fikr mat karo—safe aur khush hain. More power to unhe." 

Hum sab halki hansi, mahaul aasaan aur mazaaqiya, Daadi ki nayi energy aur social andaaz par kuchh aur
 baatein. "Agli baat, subah ki sair ke liye poora group bana lengi," Nana ne mazaaq kiya. "Mujhse aage nikal
 jaayengi!" 

Andar se main hansne ka naatak kiya, hansi thodi majboor, banter mein shamil hone ke liye taaki shak na ho.
 "Haan, woh rukti nahi," maine kaha, awaaz mein zabardasti josh daal kar. Lekin andar sach khaane laga 
jaise kaanta—mujhe pata tha asal mein kya ho raha, woh "dost" bilkul aurat nahi, woh harami Suraj jo Daadi
 ko bigaad raha tha. 

Agli subah ghar ke roz ke lehje mein guzri. Abbu stall ke liye jaldi nikle, darwaze par Ammi ko goodbye 
chuma dete hue roz ki aadat se. 

Mujhe pata tha Daadi ab bhi Suraj ke ghar thi—kal raat call mein "dost" ka ghar. Yeh jaan kari pet mein
 pathar sa baitha, lekin jaana nahi chahta, aur us mana duniya ke nazare se dimagh aur bigadne ka khatra
 nahi lena. 

Ammi baithak mein akeli thi, bade diwan par pet ke bal leti hui, thodi takiye ke neeche chin tika aaraam 
se, pair ghutnon se mud kar hawa mein hil rahe. Gehri soch mein thi aur bhaun chadhi hui. 






Saamne magazine khuli padi thi, lekin aankhen usse aage dekhti, be-fokus, jaise kahin door khoi hui. Phir 
khadi hui aur aaine ke paas gayi khud ko dekhne, jo suna us se hairaan reh gaya. 

Ammi: [apne aks se, saans se thodi upar] Shahida… khud ko dekho. Kya kar rahi ho? Kya ban rahi ho? 

[Dheere side par mud kar, aankhen jism par—pehle kamar ke curve par, phir upar poore seene par, phir 
peeche kamar aur gaand ke gol swell par kurte ke neeche ubhre hue.] 

Ammi: [dheere, vishwaas nahi jaise] Gajendra… restaurant ke bahar woh shabd kahe the… “bada seena, 
poori kamar… bhari cheezein jo chalna thaka deti…” Ya ,.', abhi kyun uski awaaz itni saaf sun rahi hoon? 

[Ek haath dheere kamar par rakha, ungliyan andar ki gehraai par, phir bahar kamar ke phailao par.] 

Ammi: [dheere] Woh khada ghoor raha tha, mere jism par itni be-sharmi se baat... aur maine roka, lekin
 uske shabd ab bhi yahan. Dimagh mein atke hue. 

[Puri tarah aaine ki taraf mud kar, nazar seene par, saanson se upar neeche hote dekh.] 

Ammi: [awaaz kaamp ti] Yeh pehle kabhi nahi hua. Kabhi nahi. Itne saal shaadi, beta paala, pardah kiya
… kisi mard ne aise baat nahi ki. Kisi ne aise nahi dekha jaise Gajendra dekhta tha—jaise kha jaayega. 

[Haath be-khudi upar, seene ke neeche brush, phir tezi se hata jaise jal gaya.] 






Ammi: [hil kar] Aur pehle… baithak mein… jab woh peeche khada, haath baazuon par, muh gardan par
… mehsoos kiya uska haath yahan... [haath naaf ke neeche rakha, dheere gol ghumate yaad kar] …aur
 maine turant nahi hataya. Kuchh seconds hone diya. 

[Gaalon par laali, pet mein garmahat phailti mehsoos.] 

Ammi: [aaine mein aankhen badi] Ek baat mein sahi tha… main curvy hoon. Jitna kabhi maana nahi. 
Dekho yeh kamar… yeh seena… yeh gaand. Poori, bhari, jaise usne kaha. Ab dekh rahi hoon. Samajh rahi 
kyun uski nazrein nahi hat rahi thi. 

[Garmahat badhi; saansen gehri. Jaanghein thodi dabayi, rokne ki koshish.] 

Ammi: [awaaz tezi se, khud ko daant te] Nahi. Ruko. Main izzatdaar aurat hoon. Biwi. Maa. Gajendra 
ganda, khatarnak aadmi jo yeh soch daal raha, main use bigadne nahi doongi. Woh aag jo baat karta tha
… gunah hai. Gajendra ki dheeri awaaz dimagh mein. 

[Baazuon se khud ko mazbooti se lapeta, jaise sab andar rakhe.] 

Ammi: [aks se minnat karte] Kisi ne sirf shabdon aur nazron se aisa mehsoos nahi karaya jaise Gajendra 
ne. Kisi ne jism aisa react nahi karaya. Kyun woh? Kyun ab? 

[Aaine se tez mud kar, dupatta kandhon par mazbooti se lapeta, lekin ruk kar aakhri baar peeche dekha.] 

Ammi: [dheemi, tooti si] Gajendra… dimagh se nikal jao. Please. 

Maine dheere paas aaya, tile par kadam dheeme, fikr kheench rahi thi. "Ammi? Theek ho? Kahin door khoi
 lag rahi thi." 

Woh thodi chaunk kar palak jhapkai, jaise dimagh se waapas kheench li gayi, phir tezi se tasalli bakhsh 
muskurahat ke saath baith gayi jo aankhon ki doori ko poori mita nahi saki. Dress theek ki, be-khudi 
baal kaan ke peeche daale. 

"Oh, beta—main theek, sach," unhone kaha, sur halka lekin woh chalaak taal jo kuchh chhupane mein
 istemal karti. "Bas agle hafte ki soch—groceries, safai, teri padhaai. Maa ka dimagh kabhi aaraam nahi 
karta, jaante ho. Aur Ammi kal raat bahar... soch rahi unki mulaqaat kaise rahi." 

"Pakka?" maine dheere zid ki, diwan ke kinaare baith kar. "Gehri soch mein lag rahi thi—jaise kuchh
 pareshan kar raha." 






Unhone halki hansi ke saath taal diya, khadi hokar cushion theek karte hue. "Kuchh serious nahi, waada. 
Bas roz ki chhoti fikrein. Ja, Jabir ke saath ya jo plan hai enjoy kar." 

"Theek hai," maine kaha, bhale poori tarah yaqeen nahi, khada hokar jaate hue. "Jabir se milne ja raha
 hoon—lunch ke liye waapas." 

"Savdhaan rehna," unhone pukara jab main bahar nikla, awaaz garam lekin woh andar ki be-chaini saath. 

Main taazi subah mein bahar nikla, lane par chalte hue Gajendra ko dekha—pehli baar saamne se, chhup kar 
dekhe waqiyaat ke ilawa. Woh apne ghar se nikal raha tha, neeli shirt aur trouser mein saaf suthra. 

Usne mujhe dekha aur dostana muskurahat ke saath paas aaya, haath badhaaya. "Hello—tum Shahida ke
 bete hoge. Aas paas dekha hai. Main Gajendra, naya padosi." 

Main ek pal jhijhka, uski ghoorne waali yaadein chamki, lekin shistagi se haath milaya. "Haan... hello. Mil 
kar achha laga." 

Usne sar hilaya, pakad mazboot. "Achha ilaqa—shaant, dostana log. Tumhara pariwar meherbaan; tumhari 
ammi khaas kar us din paani ke maamle mein welcoming thi." 

"Shukriya," maine neutral rakha. 

"Aakhir baat kar ke achha laga," woh baat cheet mein jaari. "college kaisa? Chhuttiyan ab bhi enjoy kar rahe?" 

"Theek hai," maine kaha. "Padhaai aur dost." 

Woh muskuraya. "Achha achha. Jawaan ladka—energy se bhara. Waise, tumhari ammi Shahida ghar par hain? 
Phir shukriya kehna tha padosi madad ka." 

Main jhijhka, shak chubha. "Haan... ghar par hain." 

"Perfect," woh aasani se. "Phir milte hain." 

Main chala gaya, Jabir ki taraf jaane ka naatak, lekin circle kar ke deewar ke peeche chhup gaya, utsaukta 
se dekhne. Gajendra ne hamare darwaze par confident khatkhataaya. Jab Ammi ne khola, hairaan, woh
 khud andar ghus gaya bina poori dawat ke, paas se guzarte "Andar aa jaaoon ek minute? Bas chhoti si baat." 

Gajendra: [muskurate] Assalamu alaikum, Shahida ji. Guzarte hue socha pasandida padosi ka haal poochh
 loon. 

Ammi: [darwaze mein mazbooti se khadi] Wa alaikum assalam. Gajendra ji, kya chahte ho? 

Gajendra: [dheere cigarette kheench kar, bina intezaar andar kadam] Kuchh bada nahi. Bas restaurant ke 
bahar hamari chhoti baat ke baad haal dekhna tha. 

Ammi: [tez darwaza band, mud kar tez] Aise andar nahi ghus sakte! Maine dawat nahi di. 

Gajendra: [kandhe uchaal kar, aasaan] Darwaza khula tha, tum wahin thi. Welcome mehsoos hua. Achha
 ghar—sab tarteeb se, taaza khushboo. Tum sach mein khayal rakhti ho. 

Ammi: [baazu jod kar, awaaz thodi upar] Yeh mere shauhar ka bhi ghar hai. Ab jaaiye. 






Gajendra: [sofe ki taraf chal kar, peeth par haath ferte] Narm sofa. Deewaron par garam rang. Pardey bhi 
match. Tum par suit karta—sab shaant aur sundar. Shaam mein yahan baithti hogi akeli, kisi ke intezaar
 mein company ki. 

Ammi: [aur khafa] Ruk jao. Main kisi ke intezaar mein nahi baithti. 

Gajendra: [muskurahat] Haan haan. Lekin tum jaise aurat—din bhar khaana, safai, itni achhi dikhti—thodi t
awajjoh deserve karti. Tumhara shauhar khushnaseeb. Zyada kehta hai kitni stunning lagti ho kurte mein? 

Ammi: [thodi laali, lekin jhatka] Yeh tumhara maamla nahi. Aur mere shauhar ki baat mat karo. 

Gajendra: [paas kadam] Theek. Lekin kisi ko to kehna padta. Teri woh aankhen… gehri, kaali. Mard kho
 jaaye. Aur woh muskurahat jo chhupati ho? Khatarnak. 

Ammi: [nazar hata kar] Main muskura nahi rahi. Aur yeh taarifein nahi chahiye. 

Gajendra: [dheemi qahqaha] Kehti ho, lekin saansen tezi se, gaal gulabi. Pehle soch rahi thi mujh par? 
Sadak par jo kaha us par? 

Ammi: [mazboot] Nahi. Koshish kar rahi thi tumhe na sochoon. Aur tumhe phir nahi dekhna chahti, 
Gajendra ji. Kabhi. 

Gajendra: [bhaun utha] Kabhi nahi? Tez shabd. Lekin jism kuchh aur keh raha abhi. 

Ammi: [tez sur] Ek pal bhi mat socho ki mujhe tum pasand ho ya yeh sab. Nahi. Tum badtameez, sunte
 nahi, har hadd cross karte. Main shaadi-shuda—shauhar se mohabbat. Jo bhi meri aankhon ya saanson
 mein dekh rahe, woh tumhare liye nahi. 

Gajendra: [aur muskurata] Khud ko yeh bataati raho. Mujhe pata hai tum jaise auraton ka. Din bhar 
perfect, dhaki, farz ada... lekin kabhi andar chhoti aag sulagti. Shaant, lekin garam. Abhi dekh raha
 hoon. 







Ammi: Koi aag nahi. Sapne mat dekho. 

Gajendra: [dheere peeche mud kar] Theek theek. Lekin yaar, peeche se yeh nazara… patli kamar se
 phailti poori kamar. Perfect shape. Aur seena itni tezi se—notice karna mushkil nahi. 

Ammi: [saansen saaf tez] Gajendra ji… ruk jao. 

Gajendra: [baazuon par dheere haath rakha] Mehsoos karo saansen kitni tezi? Garam, tezi... yeh jism
 ki baat hai. Mujhe bilkul pata hai matlab. 

Ammi: Please… 

Gajendra: [paas jhuk kar, gardan ke paas saans] Khushboo kitni achhi. Jasmine aur woh narmi—sirf tum. 

[Woh gardan ke side par dheera chuma diya.] 

Ammi: [chhoti si hilkar, dheemi siski, thodi der wahin rahi, saansen tezi se] 






Gajendra: [ek haath aage saraka kar, naaf ke neeche rakha, dheere gol ghumaya] Yahan… woh chhoti
 kaanp. Pet sakht hai na? Yeh sach jaag raha. 

Ammi: [awaaz kaamp ti] Main… nahi kar sakti… 

Gajendra: [dheere] Ladna nahi padta. 

Ammi: [achanak aage kadam, mud kar saamne—ankhen gusse mein lekin poori naraz nahi, chehra laal] 
Bas karo! Abhi mere ghar se nikal jaao. Aur kabhi waapas mat aana. 






Gajendra: [smirk, haath upar] Theek theek. Gusse mein aur sundar lagti ho. 

[Darbaze par zor ki khatkhatahat. Dono jam gaye. Ammi ki aankhen badi.] 

Andar dheemi awaazein. Phir khatkhatahat—Abbu, unexpectedly jaldi ghar. Ammi hairaan, chehra safed:
 ghar mein dusra aadmi, akeli, Abbu ke bina—bara gunah, mana, agar dekha gaya to badnaami. Deen 
aur pardah chillaa rahe the khatra; ghair mahram andar galat har level par. 

[Dusri khatkhatahat, zor se.] 

Ammi: [aankhen dheere badi, saans atak] Oh… oh nahi… 

[Teesri, zid se. Asli ghabrahat aayi.] 

Ammi: [tez dheere, mud kar] Gajendra ji—chhupo! Abhi! 

Gajendra: [poori shaant, smirk] Relax, sundar. Kaun? 

Ammi: [kaamp ti awaaz, seene par dhakka] Nahi pata—shayad shauhar! Chhupo! 

Gajendra: [mazaakiya] Kahaan? 

Ammi: [hallway ki taraf ishaara] Laundry room—wahaan! Woh darwaza! Jao! 

Gajendra: [aur muskurate peeche hat te] Laundry room? Tumhare kapdon se ghira... achha choice, 
Shahida ji. Bahut niji. 

Ammi: [hiss kar] Ruko yeh! Jao! Meri shaadi barbaad nahi chahti tumhari wajah se—please! 

Gajendra: [dheemi hansi, darwaze ki taraf] Theek theek. Tumhare liye chhup raha... is baar. 


[Woh tezi se chhote laundry room mein ghus kar darwaza lagbhag band kiya, chhota sa gap chhoda.] 






[Ammi darwaze ki taraf daudi, haathon se hawa hilaa kar cigarette ki halki dhuyen taalne ki koshish.
 Kurta theek ki, kaamp ti saans, laundry room ki taraf bechain nazar, phir darwaza khola.] 

[Abbu living room mein aaye. Ammi ne peeche tez band kiya.] 

Abbu: [thake muskurate] Assalamu alaikum, Shahida. Aaj thoda jaldi aa gaya—bazaar shaant tha. 

Ammi: [awaaz thodi zyada khush, zabardasti muskurahat] Wa alaikum assalam! Jaldi? Achha! Aao aao. 

Abbu: [aage kadam, maathe par halka chuma] Theek ho? Thodi garam lag rahi. 

Ammi: [ghabraayi hansi] Haan haan—kapde fold aur safai kar rahi thi. Kaam se garmi lag jaati. 

[Abbu sofa par gaye, thake baith kar saans bhari, collar dheela. Theek baith kar gehri saans li, naka 
chadhaayi.] 

Abbu: [thodi bhaun] Hmm… ajeeb. Ghar mein cigarette jaisi khushboo. Koi aaya tha? 

Ammi: [shaant, haath hila kar] Woh bachi khushboo? Padosi ka ladka aur dost bahar ghoom rahe the—
khidki ke paas smoke. Hawa sidha andar aayi. Sab khidkiyan khol di thi, lekin jaante ho kabhi chipak jaati. 

Abbu: [dheere sar hilate, aankhen malte] Aaj kal ke bachche… tameez nahi. Theek, andar nahi thi to. 

Ammi: [bagal mein baith kar, fikr se] Kabhi nahi. Tum bahut thake lag rahe. Dukaann par sakht din? 

Abbu: [karwi hansi] Sakht se zyada. Landlord subah aaya. Poori line khali kar raha—koi badi company ne
 poora block lease kiya. Sirf ek mahina diya pack karne ko. 

Ammi: [aankhen badi] Ek mahina? Mumkin nahi! Aisa nahi kar sakta. 






Abbu: [karwi hansi] Kar sakta, aur kar raha. Zyada waqt maanga, lekin nahi maana. Business hai kehta. 

Ammi: [baazu par dheere haath rakha, sehlaate] Hey… idhar aao, sar tikaao. [Paas kheench kar kandhe
 par sar, baal sehlaate] Akela mat uthao. Rasta nikal aayega. 

Abbu: [aankhen band, thaki awaaz] Kahaan, Shahida? Naye jagah deposit maangte. Rent do guna. Hamari 
savings khatam—do mahine ke bill, nayi dukaan nahi. 

Ammi: [baazu sehlaati tasalli se] Shh… ek ek kadam. Pehle landlord se saath baat karenge. Shayad main 
saath jaaoon to maane. Kam se kam teen mahine. 

Abbu: [saans] Sakht aadmi. Lekin... shayad. 

Ammi: Aur kal cousin ko call—bazaar ke aadhe maalikon ko jaanta. Koi chhoti khali dukaan milegi. Ya
 thodi der share. 

Abbu: [ruk kar] Share se income ghategi... lekin kuchh nahi se behtar. 

Ammi: [maathe par dheere chuma] Bilkul. Aur budget aur tight—extra band, sada khaane, bazaar kam.
 Pehle sakht waqt guzare, hamesha mazboot nikle. 

Abbu: [dheere] Tum meri se zyada achhi. Yeh fikr deserve nahi karti. 

Ammi: [garam muskurahat] Bakwaas. Hum team. Yaad hai do saal pehle dukaan mein paani? Soche
 khatam. Saath theek kiya. 

Abbu: [chhoti muskurahat] Sach... ,.' meherbaan tha. 

[Laundry room se chhoti si thud—aise jaise plastic bottle ya dabba washing machine se giri.] 

Abbu: [tez sar utha kar hallway ki taraf] Yeh awaaz kya thi? 

Ammi: [natural muskurahat, kandhe par thapki distract karne] Oh woh? Bada detergent bottle upar
 rakha tha kapde sort karte. Aakhir gir gaya. Yeh purani machine band bhi vibrate karti—jaante ho. 

Abbu: [ek second sun kar, bhaun] Thodi bhari lagi. Pakka kuchh aur nahi gira? 

Ammi: [dheemi hansi, dheere waapas kheench] Pakka. Be-dhyani se stack kiya tha. Baad mein theek kar
 loongi. Aao, waapas let jao—zyada tense ho. 

Abbu: [dheere aaraam] Shayad sahi... aaj jumpy hoon. 

Ammi: [baal sehlaati, dheemi awaaz] Koi bhi hota. Lekin theek ho jaayega. Kal plan—har jagah likhenge,
 har insaan se poochhenge. Raat istikhara. ,.' darwaza kholega. 

Abbu: [aankhen band, dheemi] Tum hamesha mumkin bana deti... 

Ammi: [maathe par phir chuma] Kyunki hai. Tum par bharosa. Hum par. Ab aaraam. Chai banaati hoon. 

Abbu: [dheere] Shukriya, Shahida… tum bina pata nahi kya karta. 

Ammi: [muskurate, baal sehlaati] Kabhi pata nahi karna padega. 

[Laundry room se poori khamoshi. Ammi darwaze ki taraf pal bhar dekhi, chehra mustaqil, phir poori 
narmi Abbu ko tasalli mein.] 

Main ghar ke ek hisse mein, ab bhi bahar, utsaukta kheench rahi laundry room check karne. Kursi par 
chadh kar oonchi khidki se jhaanka, hairaan reh gaya: Gajendra Ammi ke dhule nahi panties aur kapdon
 ke beech khada, sukhaane latke, basin tarteeb se. 

Woh idhar udhar muskurate dekha, phir panties se bhare basin par—type se sort, unki tarteeb. Ek safed 
uthaayi, narm kapde ko ungliyon mein mehsoos, phir naka ke paas le kar gehri soongh, aankhen band
 khushi se. Hairaan dekh ta raha woh gehra soonghta, maza leta. 





Rakhi, gulabi uthaayi, woh bhi 
soonghi. Khud se: "Choot waala hissa namkeen, tangy—jaise din bhar ki uski khushboo. Gaand waala 
stinky, jaise din bhar faghi, erotic—woh badi gaand chalti, lachakti." 

Woh Ammi aur Abbu sun raha—Abbu shikayat dukaan nikaalne ki. Gajendra andheri muskurahat, phone
 nikaal kar chupke call. "Jo kaha tha kar liya?" Suna, nahi pata kis se—shayad stall ka maamla usi ne
 karwaya leverage ke liye? 

 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 11


Meri mom ki izzat aur paakizaagi pehli
baar toot gayi hai, mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha






Agli subah ghar ke roz ke lehje mein utri, main dheere utha, kal ke waqiyaat ab bhi dimagh par bojh jaise adhoora khwaab: 

Gajendra ka ghar mein be-sharmi se ghusna, laundry room mein uska hairat angez andaaz, Abbu ki dukaan ke masle ko khud 
paida kar ke "bachaane" ka drama. Neend be-chain rahi, fikr aur shak mein uljha, lekin subah normalcy ki ek patli parat laayi 
jab ghar jaaga. 

Neeche kitchen mein pehle se ronak thi. 

Taaza parathon ki mazedaar khushboo. Ammi jaldi uth gayi thi, dheere gun guna rahi thi un mein se ek narm, dua bhari dhun
 jo kaamon ko halka bana deti, awaaz dheemi aur tasalli bakhsh khamoshi mein. 

Jumma tha, Ammi ka roz ka shopping din—woh routine jo unhe pasand thi, hafte ke liye ghar bharne ka sukoon, taaza 
sabziyan, masale, aur zarooriyat. 

Daadi Zainab waapas nahi aayi thi, mujhe pata tha woh Suraj ke paas hi thi. 

Kal breakfast par zikr kiya tha, subah ki namaaz ke baad nikalne ka plan. Nana Qadir apni sair par roz se jaldi gaye the, thandi
 hawa ke liye utsuk, jabki Daadi Zainab—apne raaz bhare "dost ke paas raat guzaarne" se waapas—aayi thi table sajane mein
 madad, energy kam na hui der raat ke bawajood. 

Parathe dahi aur phal ke sada breakfast ke baad, hafte ke weekend plans par halki baaton ke saath, Ammi khadi hui apni sair
 ki taiyaari ke liye. Unhone vibrant brown silk dress chuni matching scarf ke saath, kapda narm aur pardah waala, creamy 
scarf sar aur kandhon par lachakti hui. 

Ammi jumme ko shopping par ja rahi thi, shopping bag kandhe par latkaaye, aadati lanes se Anarkali Bazaar ki taraf. Sadkein 
hafte ki energy se bhari—rang birange dupatton waali auratein taazi sabziyon par mol tol kar rahi thi. 

Aakhir woh bazaar mein gehra pahunchi, Abbu ke kapdon ke stall ki taraf. Yahaan lanes sanki, chamakti kapdon aur kaari
 kurtion ki racks se bhari, hawa graahakon ki goonj aur kapde kholne ki sarsarahat se. 

Abbu ka stall hala chal mein mustaqil jagah tha, shelves par kurtay tarteeb se, jab unhone bheed mein Ammi ko aate dekha,
 chehra khushi se chamak utha—kal ki fikr ki lakeeron se zyada roshan, rahat bhara. 

"Shahida! Meri pasandida mehmaan," unhone kaha, sur garam aur mazaaqiya jab shopping bag le kar side rakha. "Itni door
 garmi mein aana zaroori nahi—jaanti ho jumma tumhara busy bazaar din. Lekin khushi hui aayi." 

Ammi ko turant kuchh ajeeb laga. Kal Abbu stall nikaalne ki shikayat kar rahe the—naye development ke plan purane bazaar
 hisse ko saaf karne ke, awaaz bojh se bhari jab notice aur rizq ke khatre ki baat ki. 

Ghar par bataya tha, pariwar ki fikr, be-yaqeeni ka bojh. Aaj lekin woh zor se muskuraye, posture aaraam se, aankhon ya sur
 mein woh bojh ka nishaan nahi. Ammi ki pareshani badhi jab woh thoda aage jhuk kar, awaaz neeche ki jab woh paas aaye. 

Ammi: [muskurate paas aate] Assalamu alaikum. Aaj achhe mood mein ho. Gun guna bhi rahe. Kal ghar aaye jaise duniya 
khatam ho gayi. 

Abbu: [mud kar, chamakte] Wa alaikum assalam! Haan, kal andhera tha, lekin aaj… khush hoon sab badal gaya. 

Ammi: [bag neeche rakhte, pareshan] Badal gaya? Kaise? Keh rahe the landlord ne sirf ek mahina diya… 

Abbu: [ab bhi zor se muskurate, kurta saaf fold karte] Bilkul. Tha. Aaj subah ek aadmi stall par aaya—achha insaan, rehmdil. 
Dusre dukandaaron se eviction ki baat suni. Madad ki offer. 

Ammi: [bhaun utha kar] Madad kaise? 

Abbu: [khush, lagbhag josh se] Kaha nayi jagah ka deposit aur pehle kuchh mahine ka rent cover karega. Stock shift ka 
kharcha bhi. Kaha uske liye kuchh nahi, padosi padosi ka khayal rakhein. 

Ammi: [palak jhapka kar, stool par dheere baithte] Ajnabi ne itna offer? Aise hi? 

Abbu: [halki hansi] Poora ajnabi nahi. Hamara naya padosi—kuchh hafte pehle aaya. 

Ammi: [dil dhak se, chehra neutral] Padosi…? 

Abbu: [khush sar hilate] Haan haan. Lamba aadmi, hamesha cigarette, kaali car. Bahut shist. Kaha ilaqa pasand, achhe log rahen. 

Ammi: [awaaz dheemi] Kaun sa padosi khusoosan…? 

Abbu: [ungliyan chataak kar yaad karte] Naam… G… Ga… Gaj… ruk, Gajendra! Haan, Gajendra. Naam bhool gaya tha. 

Ammi: [dil zor se dhadka, chhoti zabardasti muskurahat] Gajendra? 

Abbu: [zor se muskurate] Bilkul! Jaanti ho? 

Ammi: [jaldi, khud sambhalte] Main… lane mein dekha hai. Hose leak hone par madad ki thi, yaad hai? Tum dukaan par the. 

Abbu: [khush] Ah, haan! Dekha? Pehle se madadgar. Aur ab yeh. ,.' ne sahi waqt bheja. 

Ammi: [kapdon ke dher ko dekhte, soch daudti—Gajendra ki be-sharm baatein, haath, living room ki garmahat, kal raat aaina]
 Haan… achha kiya. 

Abbu: [utsauk dekh kar] Chup ho gayi. Sab theek? 

Ammi: [wapas, halki muskurahat] Haan, bas… hairaan. Naye se itna bada ehsaan. 

Abbu: [phir khush] Dil achhe se bade ehsaan. Waise, tumne zyada baat ki us se? Naam tezi se pehchaana. 

Ammi: [chaturai se, shaant] Zyada nahi. Bas aate jaate salaam, aur woh hose waala waqia. Lagta sab se dostana. 

Abbu: [taareef se sar hilate] Dostana aur sakhi. Subah sau baar shukriya kaha. Kaha rizq bacha liya. 

Ammi: [dheere, ab bhi process karte] Bahut… meherbaani unki. 

Abbu: [haath par thapki] Dekha? Darwaza khul gaya. Ab nayi jagah dhoondh sakta hoon bina pareshani. 

Ammi: [awaaz mein zabardasti garmahat] Sach mein. 

Abbu: [phir utsauk] Soch mein lag rahi. Pakka kuchh nahi? 

Ammi: [tasalli muskurahat] Bilkul nahi. Bas tumhare liye khush. Hamare liye. 

Usi pal, jaise waqt saath de raha ho, baat shuru hue kuchh minute hi, Gajendra kurtion ki rack ke peeche se nikla, aasaan 
confident muskurahat ke saath jaise kapde dekh raha tha. Abbu ka chehra aur chamka, utsukta se ishaara karte hue jaise 
masaala aaya. 

Abbu: [turant dekh kar, khushi se bada muskurahat] Assalamu alaikum, Gajendra bhai! Arre wah, kya khushi ka ittifaq! 
Aao aao yahan! 

Gajendra: [muskurate, dheere cigarette kheench] Wa alaikum assalam. Bazaar ghum raha tha, tumhara stall dekha, socha 
ruk kar haal poochh loon apne pasandida kapde bechne waale ka. 

Abbu: [graahak tezi se nipataya, khush khush rukhsat, counter se daud kar] Pasandida? Tum mere hero ho, Gajendra bhai! 
Dost aur raazdaar! [khali haath mazbooti se pakda, garam shake aur thodi der pakde izzat mein] Ab bhi shukriya kaise ada
 karoon subah ke liye. Kandhon se itna bojh utaar diya. 

Gajendra: [sharmaati muskurahat, dhuya side] Arre bhai, kuchh bada nahi. Padosi padosi ka khayal rakhein—bas. 







Abbu: [aankhen chamak] Kuchh bada nahi? Poora business bacha liya! Pariwar ka pet! Log sirf meethi baatein karte, lekin 
tum—amal kiya. [josh se Ammi ki taraf] Shahida, paas aao—hamare naye padosi Gajendra ji ko yaad hai na? Woh jo bagal 
mein aaye. Gajendra bhai, yeh meri biwi Shahida. 

Ammi: [dil seeney mein dhadka, hairaan, jism thoda mud kar nazar neeche, haath saamne jode] Assalamu alaikum… 

Gajendra: [nazrein thodi der tikaa kar, sur narm garam] Wa alaikum assalam, Shahida ji. Kuchh baar mulaqaat ho chuki, hai 
na? [seene par mudhi nazar, halki jaan kar muskurahat] Aur samajhta hoon—achhi '. khawateen ghair mardon se haath
 nahi milaati. Tumhari riwayat ki izzat. Bilkul bura nahi maana. 

Ammi: [aankhen thodi utha kar pal bhar mili, maathe par halki bhaun, phir tezi se neeche] 

Abbu: [poori tarah be-khabar, ab bhi chamakte shukr se] Abhi chai mangwaata hoon—bazaar ki sabse achhi. Gajendra bhai, 
aaj se jo bhi chahiye—shirt, kurta—ghar le jaao. Yeh stall utna tumhara jitna mera. 

Gajendra: [qahqaha, cigarette se raakh jhaadte] Itna door nahi jaana. Bas madad kar ke khushi hui. Aur agar aur kuchh
 chahiye—behtar jagah dhoondhna, stock shift, landlord se baat—main hoon. 

Abbu: [haath jod kar] Suno isse, Shahida! Itni sakhaawat. Subah kaha tha, phir kehta hoon—umeed waapas di. Sab khatam 
hone ko tha. 

Gajendra: [Ammi par pal bhar nazar, phir Abbu par aasaan muskurahat] Tumhari madad sada hai, bhai. Jab tak tumhare ghar
 ki sabse achhi cheez enjoy kar sakoon—woh narm, garam, poori tasalli jo sirf tumhara ghar deta—sab perfect rakhunga. Koi
 masla, main sambhal loonga. 

Abbu: [zor se hanste, kandhe par thapki] Bilkul bilkul! Hamara darwaza hamesha khula! Ghar ki tasalli—chai, khaana, baith 
baat—tumhari kabhi. Ab jaise bhai ho! 

Ammi: [gaal jal rahe, poori tarah chhupa matlab samajh—woh “narm, garam, poori tasalli” asal mein unka jism. Chehra thoda 
side, honth patle, dil tezi se] 

Gajendra: [halki smirk, dheera kheench] Bas yeh sunna tha. Phir kuchh bhi, kabhi bhi gin sakte ho. Din ho ya raat. 

Abbu: [utsuk sar hilate] Alhamdulillah! Aur kya maang sakta insaan? Shahida, kitna achha? Itna achha padosi. 

Ammi: [dheemi, control] Haan… achha. 

Abbu: [Gajendra ki taraf] Batao bhai—meri pareshani itni jaldi kaise suni? 

Gajendra: [aasani se] Bazaar mein baat tezi se phailti. Dusre dukandaar ne zikr kiya. Socha—achha aadmi kyun pareshan 
ho jab madad kar sakta hoon? 

Abbu: [sar hilate taareef] Dil sona. Sona. 

Gajendra: [Ammi par phir pal bhar nazar] Jo theek lage karta hoon. Aur jaise kaha… tumhare ghar ka inaam motivation se 
zyada. 

Abbu: [zor se muskurate] Jab chahe chai ya khaana—aa jaana. Shahida lane ki sabse achhi biryani banati. 

Ammi: [zabardasti chhoti shist muskurahat, Gajendra ki nazar se bach kar] 

Gajendra: [dheemi, makhmali awaaz] Pakka karti hogi. Tumhare ghar ke sab khaas cheezon ka maza lene ko be-sabr. 

Abbu: [phir hanste] Dekha? Pehle se visit plan! Yahi achhe padosi. 

[Gajendra shist sar hilata, aakhri kheench leta, Abbu ke saath nayi stall jagahon par baat jaari jabki Ammi chup, be-zaroorat 
kapde theek karti, dil ab bhi dhadakta teenon ke beech hawa mein latke chhupe matlab se.] 

Usne saaf keh diya tha ki woh koi affair nahi chahti, na koi na-chaahi tawajjoh, lekin woh maanta hi nahi tha. Yeh aadmi meri 
ammi ka peecha kar raha tha lagta tha, har thodi der baad "ittifaq" se raaste mein aa jaata, jo bilkul jaanbujhkar lage. Mujhe
 bilkul pasand nahi tha woh ammi ko aise dhyaan de raha tha—zid bhara, tez, unhe asahaj karne waala apni lambi nazron 
aur chhupe taarifon se. 

Lekin aaj, stall ke masle mein madad karne ke baad, ammi ko shaant rehna pada aur shist rehna, apna gussa pee kar aman 
banaye rakhne ke liye. Unmein thodi jhijhak thi, muskurahat shist lekin majboor. 

Abbu sirf madadgaar, rishta daar padosi dekh rahe the—ek meherbaan ajnabi jo museebat mein aaya aur rizq bacha liya. 
Woh Gajendra ki taareef kar rahe the "barkat, asli gentleman," andhe us stalking, ishaaron, chhupe chhuano se. 

Ammi ne 
poori baat nahi batayi, Abbu ko bojh nahi dena chahti thi ya jhagda khada kar ke stall ki suraksha khatre mein nahi daalna 
jo ab Gajendra ki "madad" par thi. Abbu jaldi bharosa kar lete the, sirf achhe natije par dhyaan. 

Dopahar baad mein, stall par Abbu ke saath, Gajendra ne bahana banaya Eid guzar gayi kuchh hafte pehle aur naye padosi 
hone ke naate tyohaar miss kiya, to pariwar ko gifts dena chahta hai. 

"Mujhe bura lag raha itni der se aane ka," unhone aasani se kaha, sur sakhi. "Uska harjaana kar doon—ghar ke liye mithaai,
 ladke ke liye khilone. Shahida bhabhi, mere saath chalo dukaan; paas hi achhi hai. Tum madad karogi chunne mein." 

Abbu ne turant qubool kiya, khush ho kar. "Kamaal ka idea, bhai! Jao, Shahida. Bahut meherbaani Gajendra ji." 

Ammi andar se bhaun chadha rahi thi, saaf saazish par nazar sanki, lekin Abbu ke saamne be-aawaazi ke liye shaant rahi, 
zabardasti shist sar hila kar. "Agar zid hai... lekin gifts ki sach mein zaroorat nahi." 

"Mera maza hai," Gajendra ne garam zid ki. "Chalo—zyada der nahi lagegi." 

Main us shaam ammi aur Gajendra ke bilkul paas paas follow kar raha tha, chupke se, shak mujhe dekhne par majboor 
kar raha. Abbu khush khush rukhsat kar rahe the, be-khabar. 

Us raat woh unhe alag alag jagah le gaya—pehle mashhoor mithaai ki dukaan se taaza gulab jamun aur barfi ke dabbe, 
phir khilone ke stall se mere liye cricket set, sab ke saath ammi se mohalle aur pariwar ki halki baatein. Main har jagah 
follow karta raha, bheed mein ya dukandaaron ke peeche chhup kar, meri neeli jumper shaam ki parchaaiyon mein ghul 
kar bazaar ki roshniyan jalte hue. 

Gajendra: [dheere cigarette kheench kar, nazar daal kar] Tumhara shauhar bharosa karne waala aadmi hai. Itni der tak 
apni sundar biwi ko mere saath shopping bhej diya. Stall madad ke baad sach mein mujhe saint samajhta hai. 

Ammi: [sur narm aur nap tul] Woh tumhare achhe kaam ko dekh raha. Isliye bharosa. Mazaaq mat udao, Gajendra ji. 
Sirf gift ke liye yahan hain. 

Gajendra: [muskurate] Theek. Lekin aise sadak ki roshni mein saath chalna... achha lag raha. Shaant. Lagbhag romantic. 

Ammi: [sur shist] Sirf ghar ki sair. Romantic kuchh nahi. Log dekh len to baatein banaayenge. 






Gajendra: [kandhe uchaal kar] Baatein bana len. Main to tumhari baat karna chahta. Aaj raat tumne sundar cheezein chuni
—cream plates gold rim waali. Elegant choice. Tumhari style se match—bahar sada, andar ameer. 

Ammi: [chhoti shist sar hilai] Table par achhi lagegi. Bachche bhi pasand karenge. 

Gajendra: [sur neeche] Plates ki hi baat nahi kar raha. Tum jaanti ho. Tumhare baare mein sochna band nahi kar pa raha, 
Shahida ji. Tum kaise chalti ho, gusse mein bhi kitni dheemi baat... chhod nahi pa raha. 

Ammi: [gehri saans] Baar baar kehte ho. Lekin sapna dekh rahe ho, Gajendra ji. Main shaadi-shuda. Khush. Yeh shopping 
bhi kabhi zyada lagti. Shauhar ne ijazat di tumhari meherbaani ki wajah se, lekin aisi baatein unhe pasand nahi aayengi. 

Gajendra: [qahqaha] Woh yahan nahi. Aur tum ab bhi mere bagal mein chal rahi. Kuchh to kehti hai. 

Ammi: [shist se] Kehti hai main shist rehne ki koshish kar rahi. Sirf itna. 

Gajendra: [halki chhed] Shist... kal jab laundry room mein chhupaya. Achhi pardah waali aurat ghar mein aadmi 
chhupaaye. Sochne par majboor karta kitni gehri yeh shist. 

Ammi: [kadama rok kar ek pal] Main ne shaadi aur pariwar ki izzat bachane ko chhupaya. Kuchh encourage karne ko 
nahi. Mat moro isse. 

Gajendra: [dheere sar hilate] Theek, morna band. Mausam ki baat karein. Thandi raat, hai na? Sair ke liye achhi. 

Ammi: [rahat se topic badalne par] Haan… garam din ke baad hawa achhi. 

Gajendra: [kuchh shaant kadmon ke baad] Jaante ho, main bahut jagah raha. Zyada der nahi tikta. Lekin yeh lane... 
alag. Tumhari wajah se. 

Ammi: [dheere] Lane aam hai. Galat wajah se mat ruko. 








Gajendra: [streetlight ke neeche ruk kar, mud kar] Galat wajah? Tum jaise aurat chaahna saalon mein sabse imaandaar 
wajah. 

Ammi: [dheere chalti rahi] Imaandaar ho ya na, mumkin nahi. Main shauhar ya deen se dhokha nahi doongi. 

Gajendra: [aasani se paas] Aaj raat dhokhe ki baat nahi. Sirf maan lo hum donon mein kuchh hai. 

Ammi: [shaant lekin mazboot] Hum donon mein sirf yeh bag aur ghar ka raasta hai. 

Gajendra: [dheemi hansi] Zid karne waali. Pasand hai. Lekin kal ki baat phir... jab laundry room mein dhakka diya,
 tumhari cheezon ke saath kuchh minute akela mila. 

Ammi: [sakht] Gajendra ji… 

Gajendra: [sur neeche, be-sharm] Tumhari dhuli nahi panties upar thi. Narm cotton. Uthaayi, saamne waala hissa—teri 
choot waala—chehre par lagaya. Namkeen, garam—teri niji khushboo. Socha kitni meethi aur geeli hogi wahan. 

Phir ammi aur Gajendra paas ke hotel mein coffee peene gaye, mujhe nahi pata ammi itni shist kyun thi. Lagta tha yeh 
aadmi Abbu ki madad kar raha tha sirf ammi ke paas aane ke liye, meri paak ammi ke. 

Jabir ne beech mein call kiya. "Yaar, meri girlfriend Rani ghar par hai! Jaldi aa—hum teenon video games khelein. Milna 
zaroori—woh kamaal ki hai." 

"Awesome lagta," maine text kiya, "lekin pariwar ke kaam mein phansa. Kal aata hoon—waada, bina mere shuru mat 
karna." 






Gajendra: Shahida ji, jaise keh raha tha kal jab tum ne laundry mein chhupaya dhule kapdon ke beech, maine teri sab 
gandi panties soonghi, 

Ammi: [chalna rok kar, chehra safed ghairat se] Kaise kar sakte ho? Yeh ghinauna se bahar. 

Gajendra: [be-asar, aankhen chamak] Kya karta Shahida? Peeche waala hissa bhi soongha—aur tez, paseena bhara, din 
ki thodi gandagi. Woh khaam, gaand waali boo aur garmahat mila kar. Teri sundar gaand din bhar kapde mein qaid... 
gehra soongha. Din bhar us panty mein faghi thi kya? 

Ammi: [awaaz kaamp ti, lekin shist control] Yeh sabse ghinauna sawaal. Tumne mera ghar, privacy... sab muqaddas
 cheez ullanghan kiya. Aakhri warning—aisi baat kabhi mat karna. Meri cheezon ya soch ke paas kabhi mat aana. 

Gajendra: [halki kandhe uchaal] Sirf bata raha jo mehsoos kiya. Mard jo aurat chahta hai uska sab chahta—saaf hisse aur 
gande. Mujhe khaas kar teri gandi jagah pasand, peeche waali, saamne waali nahi, samajh rahi ho? 

Ammi: [tezi se chal di, sur shaant lekin mazboot] Tumhe mera koi hissa kabhi nahi milega. Na saaf, na ganda. Shauhar 
ki madad meherbaani thi, lekin mujh par ya jism par haq nahi deti. 

Gajendra: [paas paas, sur narm] Pata hai. Lekin teri boo poora din saath rahi. Aur chaahne laga. 

Phir baad mein, main detective jaise dekh raha tha. Jaldi hi restaurant se nikle aur kahin chal diye jahan mujhe nahi pata.
 Us raat chhupi jagah se dekhta raha, shaant lane ki parchaaiyon mein ghutne tek kar, neeli jumper thandi hawa mein
 lapet kar bazaar ki ronak se door. 










Ammi: [kadama dheeme karte, dheemi roshni waali gali mein bechain idhar udhar dekhte] Gajendra ji… mujhe kahaan
 le ja rahe? Yeh ghar ka raasta nahi. Yeh jagah nahi jaanti. 

Gajendra: [sur shaant tasalli] Relax, Shahida ji. Sirf dukaanon ke peeche chhota shortcut. Koi log nahi, shor nahi. Minute
 mein main lane par. Raat ko is taraf surakshit—bharosa karo. 

Ammi: [jhijhak, peeche mudi roshni ki taraf] Theek... lekin tezi se chalen. 

[Woh gali mein pahunche jahaan thodi chaudi, sadak se poori chhupi. Gajendra ruk kar deewar se tika. Ammi ek kadam 
door ruki.] 

Ammi: [cigarette notice karte] Paas itna mat piyo. Boo tez hai. 

Gajendra: [aakhri dheera kheench, muskurate phenka] Tumhare liye kuchh bhi. Dekha? Gayi. 







Gajendra: [thoda paas, nazrein dheere ghumaa kar] Yahan aise khade... chandni mein aur sundar lag rahi. Skin chamak
 rahi. Aur gardan—itni mulayam, elegant. Sochta rehta hoon honthon ke neeche kitni narm hogi. 

Ammi: [sur narm, kaanp rok te] Gajendra ji… aisi baat nahi karni. 

Gajendra: [dheemi, garam] Kyun nahi? Tumhare honth hamesha perfect—poore, narm, jaise chakhne ke intezaar mein.
 Aur kurta seene par khinchta saans ke saath... woh breasts itne poore, bhare, upar neeche. Perfect mutthi. 

Ammi: [saansen tezi, nazar neeche] Please… 

Gajendra: [aur paas] Aur kamar—itni patli phir phailti poori stri kamar mein. Teri gaand... gol, narm, bhari. Chalte waqt
 natural hilti. Har kadam haath badhaane ko kehti garam kitni. 

Ammi: [gaal gehre laal, dheemi] Zyada kehte ho… theek nahi. 

Gajendra: [narmi muskurahat] Sirf shabd, Shahida ji. Lekin jism sun raha. Saansen tezi ab. Andar woh chhoti garmahat..
. aankhon mein dekh raha. Desired mehsoos ho rahi, hai na? Itne arse baad koi har sundar inch notice kar raha. 

Ammi: [nigal kar, garmahat rok te] Main… jaanti hoon tum mujhe zyada chahte ho. Lekin yeh nahi ho sakta. 

Gajendra: [dheemi qahqaha] Nahi sakta? Ya dar lag raha kitna tum bhi chahti ho? Dekh—andhere mein mere saath khadi
, dil tezi se. Main road par zid kar sakti thi, lekin mere peeche aayi. 

Ammi: [dheemi] Peeche isliye aayi kyunki surakshit kaha. Sirf itna. Aur bharosa kiya lekin ab shakki lag rahe ho. 

Gajendra: [thoda paas] Surakshit... aur shaant. Baat ke liye perfect. Batao—aakhri baar kab kisi mard ne kaha teri figure
 perfect? Teri breasts kitni inviting, kamar pakadne ke khwaab? 

Ammi: [thodi kaamp] Koi aise baat nahi karta. Aur nahi karni chahiye. 

Gajendra: [dheere] Lekin sunna pasand hai. Aankhen narm padti jab kehta hoon. Jism thoda paas jhukta. 

Ammi: [side dekhte] Der ho rahi. Ghar jaana chahiye. Bachche sochenge. 

Gajendra: [tasalli] Waqt ki fikr mat. Car se ghar chhod doonga. Gali ke end par park hai. Paanch minute, darwaze tak.
 Akeli andhere mein nahi. 

Ammi: [jhijhak] Car... theek. Lekin sirf ghar. Sidha. 

Gajendra: [muskurate] Sidha ghar. Waada. Lekin yeh pal... ek baat aur. Teri peeche—woh poori narm gaand—har baar
 aage chalti dekh ta rehta. Jaise chhed rahi. Garam, bhari, haathon ke liye perfect. 

Ammi: [saans atak] Gajendra ji… ruk jao. Asahaj kar rahe. 

Gajendra: [narm sur] Asahaj... ya josh? Gaal jal rahe. Yahan se garmahat mehsoos ho rahi. Itni achhi '. aurat. 

Ammi: [dheemi] Dono, shayad. Lekin galat jeet raha. Sach mein jaana chahiye. 

Gajendra: [dheere paas, ungliyan gaal par] Jaane se pehle ek chhota chumban. Un meethi honthon ka maza jo khwaabon 
mein. 

[Ammi dheere chehra mod di, naraz nahi—sirf jhijhak, honth thode khule, taarif ab bhi kaanon mein.] 

Gajendra: [gaal ke paas dheere] Mod mat. Safe ho. Sirf hum. Mehsoos karo kitna chahta hoon... kitna chaahi ja rahi ho. 

Ammi: [lagbhag dheere] Yeh khatarnak... 

Gajendra: [ungliyon se narmi se waapas muda] Khatarnak kabhi achha lagta. 

[Woh honth dabaye—pehle halka test. Ammi ek dhadkan sakht, phir narm, honth thode khul gaye.] 






Gajendra: [thoda peeche, dheere] Dekha? Perfect... 

Ammi: [saans phooli, palak jhapakti] Hum... rukna chahiye... 

Gajendra: [phir pakda, ab gehra] Shh… thoda aur. Swarg jaise maza. 

[Woh pal bhar jhijhki phir poori wapas ki, honth bhookhe jaise, haath seene par halke.] 

Ammi: [phir alag, dheemi kaamp] Yeh galat... koi dekh... 

Gajendra: [turant phir chuma, shabd kaat te, beech mein dheere] Koi nahi... sirf hum... achha mehsoos karne 
do... 






Woh phir haar maani, ab jazbaati chumban, jism paas. Uske haath dheere upar, kurte par poore breasts pakde,
 anguthe kapde par halke. Woh muh mein siski lekin paas dabayi. 

Haath neeche sarake, kamar ke curve par, phir peeche gaand ko mazbooti se pakda—narm bhari maas dabaya, 
kheench kar paas. Ammi ki saans tez atak, chumban aur tez, ungliyan shirt mein guthi jaise andhera unki dheemi tezi ki 
awaazein chhupa raha. 

Main hairaan tha ammi ko Gajendra se chumte dekh—honth halki streetlight mein milte, tezi ka pal, uske haath kamar
 par kheenchte. 

Woh sach mein unhe baar baar taarif ki thi jab tak kamzor na pad gayi, shabd aasaan aur zid bhare: "Shahida, tum 
kamaal ho—itni sundar, mazboot. Koi tumhe jaise main nahi dekhta; shauhar khushnaseeb lekin poori qadr nahi karta." 

Mujhe kuchh soojh nahi raha—poori hairat, jism jam, dimagh khaali manzar khulte hue. Phir ammi tez alag hui, daant 
te aankhon mein gussa chamka. 

"Kya kar rahe ho?" woh hiss ki, sur dheemi lekin tez. "Mujhe dhoka diya—kaha sirf pariwar ke gifts. Yeh chumban?
 Baar baar mana kiya!" 

Gajendra shaant raha, be-sharmi be-asar muskurate. "Shahida, chalo—tumne bhi mehsoos kiya. Baaton mein woh 
chingari, paas jhukna. Tum bhi chahti thi jitna main." 

Ammi tang aa gayi, chehra gusse se laal. "Chahti thi? Waham hai. Yeh haraam—har level par galat. Mera deen, shaadi
—door raho!" 

Woh jaane muddi, lekin woh dheere pukara. "Tum maan jaogi." 







Ammi ne mud kar jawaab diya. "Kabhi nahi. Ek baat: mere pariwar se door raho." Phir chali gayi, tezi se raat mein. 

Gajendra ki nazrein uski badi gaand par atki rahi jaise door ja rahi, har zid bhare kadam mein hilti. "Jaldi," khud se 
andheri muskurahat ke saath. "Yeh jism jaldi mera hoga." Ammi chalti rahi, sar ooncha, usse ansunna karte. 






 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 11




Meri mom ki paakizaagi bilkul mit gayi hai,
mujhe bilkul achha nahi lag raha







Us shaam ghar pahuncha jab aakhri din ki roshni khatam ho rahi thi, aasman gehra neela ho gaya tha jis se 
lane ki street lamps ek ek kar ke jal uthi. 

Ghar garam aur khushamadeed tha, khidkiyon se halki roshni, dinner ki khushboo ab bhi—Daadi ki mazedaar 
teekhi curry aur taaza makhan waali roti jo hum sab ne thodi der pehle enjoy ki thi. 

Daadi Zainab aur Nana Qadir ghar par the, apne din ke baad aaraam se baithe. Daadi kitchen mein thi, aakhri 
bartanon ki safai kar rahi thi apni roz ki tezi se, dheere purane gaon ki dhun gun guna rahi jo hallway tak aati thi. 

Nana baithak mein apni pasandida armchair mein the, shaam ki aakhri chai pee rahe, newspaper side table par saaf 
mukda. 

"Assalamu alaikum, sab ko," Ammi ne dheere pukara andar aate, darwaze par sandals utaar kar scarf hook par 
latkaayi. Bags neeche rakhi rahat ki saans ke saath, kandhe ghumaa kar dard halka karte. "Waapas aa gayi—bazaar
 aaj jumme ki tarah bhara tha." 

"Wa alaikum assalam, beta," Daadi ne kitchen se garam jawaab diya, haath towel se ponchhte hue bahar aayi tezi 
se gale lagane. "Thaki lag rahi—baaitho thodi der unpacking se pehle. Shopping kaisi rahi? Sab achhe daamon mili 
ya dukandaar phir overcharge karne lage?" 

Ammi chhoti muskurahat maani, bhale aankhon tak nahi pahunchi jab bags se cheezein nikaalne lagi. "Busy thi, 
Ammi, lekin sambhal liya. Taazi bhindi aur tamatar achhe daam par—sabzi waale ko yaad tha, thoda discount diya
. Aur masale... thoda mol liya, lekin quality achhi." 

Nana armchair se upar dekha, chai ka cup neeche rakhte khushamadeed sar hilate. "Ghar aayi, Shahida." 

Baat halki aur aasaan thi, lambi din ke baad roz ki tarah, Nana ne apni sair ki chhoti kahani sunayi aur Daadi ne apni
 chalaak commentary daali. Mujhe kitchen mein Daadi ke saath akela pal mila jab aakhri plates saaf kar rahe the, 
baaki baithak mein gaon ki khabron par baatein kar rahe. 

"Daadi," maine kaha, sur aam aur utsauk rakhte hue plates ka stack unhe dete sookhaane, "kal raat sach mein 
kahaan thi? Phone par kaha dost ke paas raat guzaar rahi, lekin aaj itni der se aayi, aur bazaar mein dhoondha to 
nahi mili." 

Daadi pal bhar ruki, towel par haath dheeme, plate ponchhte hue, phir garam tasalli waali muskurahat ke saath 
mud kar. "Arre mere pyare beta, iski fikr mat kar—kuchh aisa waisa nahi. Kuchh purane male dost mile, baatein 
shuru hui aur waqt nikal gaya. Andhere mein jaldi ghar aane se behtar raat wahin guzaar li taaki baatein poori ho
 sakein." 

Mujhe pata tha jhooth bol rahi thi—details bahut saaf, bahut convenient, khaas kar Suraj ke bungalow mein dekhe
 ke baad. Male dost ke paas raat guzaarna? 

Yeh un qadron se match nahi karta jo unhone saalon se humein sikhaayi. Lekin woh Suraj ki taareef jaari rakhi, 
awaaz mein asli josh ke saath plates stack karte hue. 

"Aur woh Suraj kasai—sach mein kamaal ka insaan, beta. Hamesha taaza gosht, aur recipes ke liye best cut ka 
mashwara. Itna madadgaar, itna rehmdil. Is bade shehar mein aisa reliable aur dostana insaan milna purane gaon
 jaise lagta, jab sab ek dusre ko jaante aur khayal rakhte the." 

"Haan," maine kaha, shak se bachne ko saath sar hilate, bhale shabd khaali lage. "Jaisa dekha woh achha lagta.
 Khushi hui achhi company mili sairon aur kaamon ke liye." 

Us raat baad mein, Ammi ko aaraam nahi aa raha tha. Ghar shaant ho gaya tha, hallway ki roshniyan dheemi, sab
 apne kamron mein jaise ghadi raat baarah se aage nikal gayi. Ammi aur Abbu ke bedroom mein ceiling fan mustaqil 
chalta, hawa hilata January ki bachi garmahat mein kamra theek rakhte. 

Ammi phir aaine ke saamne khud ko dekhne lagi, Gajendra ke jism par kahe shabd dohraane lagi. Lagta tha 
Gajendra ke soch samajh kar kahe shabd unke jism ko jaga rahe the. Woh soch rahi thi kya Gajendra unke jism aur
 curves ki ibadat karta hai. 

Abbu attached bathroom mein nahaa rahe the, paani ki awaaz mustaqil roz ki, din khatam hone ka ishaara. Ammi 
makeup table par mirror ke saamne baithi, halki lamp ki roshni chehre par narm parchaaiyan, aks ko dekhti
 ungliyan hairbrush ke kinaare par bina dekhe. 

Gehri soch mein khoi lag rahi, maatha thoda sankoa, honth jode jaise andar ki ladai neend door kar rahi thi. 

Abbu nahane ke dauraan woh dheere khud se baat kar rahi thi, khud ko daantne waali andar ki baat jo dil ki paaki
 aur mazbooti dikhaati bhale pachhtaave se lad rahi ho. 

"Shahida, aaj kya soch kar kiya yeh?" dheere murmmat ki, awaaz saans se thodi upar, dard aur vishwaas nahi se
 bhari apne kaam par. "Us aadmi—Gajendra—ko aise chumne diya, raat mein, khuli jagah par. Ajnabi, shauhar nahi,
 honthon ko chhua. Galat, itna gehra galat—shaadi ke khilaaf gunah, zindagi bhar ke deen ke khilaaf. Hamesha 
wafadaar, pardah, izzat ko sabse qeemti tohfa jaise bachaaya. 


"Kaise ek pal ki meethi baaton, zid bhari taarif ne 
dagmaga diya? Ya ,.' maaf karna; gandi mehsoos ho rahi, jaise Hussain se, pariwar se, apne usoolon se dhokha 
kiya. Gajendra ke shabd zeher the shahad mein lapet kar, aur maine ek pal ke liye andar aane diya. Ab nahi—
mazboot rehna, paak. Isay dil se nikaal do pehle badhe." 

Abbu kuchh minute baad shower se nikle. Unhone turant unki pareshan shakal dekhi, kamre mein circle chalti hui. 

"Shahida, jaan," unhone narmi se kaha, "Aaj raat itni pareshan lag rahi. Kya baat hai? Shopping se aayi tab se chup, 
dinner par bhi, ab yeh—dekhti jaise poori duniya ka bojh. Batao please—hum sab baant te hain, yaad hai? Humare
 beech raaz nahi." 

Abbu: [watch side rakhte] Der se aayi. Gajendra bhai ne safe chhoda? Gift shopping achhi rahi?* 

Ammi: [sur door, dupatta fold karte] Haan… theek. 

Abbu: [khada hokar paas, peeche se narmi se baazu lapet, gardan par halka chuma] Thaki lag rahi. Bistar par aao.
 Aaj raat pakad ke rakhunga. 

[Woh mud kar honthon par chumne jhuke—aadati pyar bhara chumban. Ammi shuru mein aadat se jawaab di, lekin
 honth milte hi dimagh mein Gajendra ka gehra jazbaati chumban aa gaya—cigarette ka maza, tezi, haath jism
 dabate. Gandi, ajeeb mehsoos hui, tez alag hui, haath ke peeche se muh ponchhte hue.] 

Abbu: [ruk kar, hairaan] Shahida? Kya hua? Aise peeche hati jaise jala diya. 

Ammi: [mud kar, maatha malte] Kuchh nahi. Sar dard. 

Abbu: [fikr se] Sar dard? Dinner par nahi kaha. Balm laata hoon. 

Ammi: [sur sakht] Balm nahi chahiye. 

Abbu: [narmi se] Theek... lekin chehra laal. Ghar aane se ajeeb—dinner par chup, khaya bhi kam. Kuchh galat? 

Ammi: [dheere circle chalti] Galat? Nahi. Sab perfect. 

Abbu: [dekhte] Perfect nahi lag rahi. Maatha tez mal rahi. Batao—kya pareshan kar raha? 

Ammi: [tezi se chalti, gussa badhta] Pareshan? Haan pareshan! Poora din daud, bazaar ki bheed, bags utha—ghar
 aayi aur yeh? Teri fikr bhari shakal jaise maine kuchh galat kiya! 

Abbu: [dheere] Galat nahi. Sirf care karta hoon. 

Ammi: [ruk kar, tez] Care? Hamesha questions se care! Jaise main bachchi jo check ki zaroorat. 

Abbu: [shaant] Aisa matlab nahi. Upset lag rahi. 

Ammi: [mud kar, gussa tez] Upset? Damn right upset! Poora din bhaag daud, aur ghar aakar yeh? Teri fikr jaise 
maine gunah kiya! 

Abbu: [narmi se, swear se hairaan] Shahida… zabaan. 

Ammi: [be-sharmi se] Ab zabaan? Apne bedroom mein damn nahi keh sakti? Mujhe nazuk gudiya samajhta jaise
 bura din nahi ho sakta bina tere poochh taachh ke! 






Abbu: [dheere, hairaan] Poochh taachh nahi. Madad karna chahta. 

Ammi: [tez awaaz, circle mein] Madad? Mujhe dekh kar jaise bada raaz chhupa rahi? Door raho! Aaj raat madad 
nahi—sukoon chahiye! 

Abbu: [ab bhi shaant, hairaan] Sukoon? Theek... jagah deta hoon. 

Ammi: [jhatka] Jagah? Sochta yeh theek kar dega? Kabhi kabhi itne be-samajh! 

Abbu: [dheere, dard se] Samajh nahi aa raha... lekin zid nahi karunga. Meri biwi—tum par bhi bharosa. 

Ammi: [tez mud kar, sarcasm] Mujh par bharosa? Yeh achha. Sab par bharosa—mujh par, bachchon par, padosi par,
 random aadmi jo paise aur muskurahat ke saath aaye. Bharosa jaise muft. 

Abbu: [ab bhi shaant, pareshan] Shahida, bharosa achhi cheez. Pariwar ko jodta. Gajendra bhai ne sirf madad ki. 

Ammi: [thandi hansi, chalti] Madad? Aankhen kholo! Woh tumhare liye nahi—kuchh chahta hai. Aise aadmi hamesha
 kuchh chahte. Aur tum plate par sab saj kar dete. 

Abbu: [maatha sankoa] Kuchh chahta? Jaise kya? Shukriya? Kafi kaha. 

Ammi: [tez, be-izzat] Sochta sirf itna? Kabhi kabhi itna stupid! Wolves har taraf, tumhari cheez ke bhuke, aur tum
 baahen khol kar bulaate. 

Abbu: [dard lekin mustaqil] Wolves? Stall? Woh bachaaya. Use criminal bana rahi. 

Ammi: [lagbhag gurraate] Usse bura. Predators bandook se nahi lete—muskurate, madad karte, intezaar. Jab le 
len jo chahte, tumhe pata bhi nahi chalega. Sirf khade reh jaoge sochte sab kaise nikal gaya. 

Abbu: [pareshan lekin mazboot] Nikal gaya? Jaise stall? Bachaaya. Yeh shak band karo—padosi, sakhi aur shist. 

Ammi: [be-izzat, dheemi zeher] Apne naye "dost" ki hifazat jaari rakho. Der se samajh aayega—jab wolf ghoom kar 
maar chuke, jab tum ne bulaaya usse. 

Abbu: [tez tone se hairaan] Wolf phir? Shahida, shaant ho. 

Ammi: [tez, shabd kaat te] Theek, jo chahe maano. Ek din bulaaya predator asli chehra dikhaayega, phir samajh 
aayega warning kyun. Lekin tab der ho jaayegi—jo safe samajhte the woh khatam. 

Abbu: [ruk kar, dard] Shahida, dara rahi. Kaun sa predator? Gajendra bhai ne sirf madad ki. 

Ammi: [karwi hansi] Madad? Itne seedhe. Aankhen band rakho jab wolf ghoom raha. Warning se tang aa gayi jo 
sunta nahi. 

Abbu: [dheere, dard] Sun raha. Lekin sirf gusse mein madadgaar aadmi par. 

Ammi: [aakhri jhatka, frustration se tooti] Phir kuchh mat suno. Main khatam. 

[Ammi achanak dheemi pad gayi, gussa thakan aur gunah mein badla. Bistar par dharam se baithi, sar haathon mein, 
gehri soch—andheri gali ka chumban yaad jal raha, dhokhe ki sharm, Gajendra ki bhookh aur darr.] 

Kuchh minute baad 

Ammi: [dheere, tooti awaaz] Main… maafi. Aise baat nahi karni thi. Shabd nikal aaye. 

Abbu: [paas aaya, narmi se baazu lapeta] Theek hai. Jo kha rahi, nikaal do. Gussa nahi. 

Ammi: [paas tikti, dheere] Aaj raat... khoi hui mehsoos ho rahi. Jaise na-maaf karne waala gunah kiya, jism mein bada
 gunah. Maaf karna itni sakht thi. 

Abbu: [peeth sehlaate] Pehle hi maaf. Sab ke bure pal hote. So jao—kal baat karna chahe to. 

Uske baad Abbu so gaye, saansen shaant, ek baazu takiye par. Ammi thodi der baithi rahi, fikr mein, andhere mein 
khud ko daantti murmmat. 

"Ahmaq aurat... kamzor aur ahmaq. Ek chumban ke liye sab khatre mein kaise daala? Paak kar khud ko; yeh define na
 karne do." 

Aakhir bathroom gayi, thandi tiles paon ke neeche. Teeth brush karte ghour se aks mein dekhti, dheere murmmat 
"Ganda muh—us gunah se maila." Toilet khola, zor se thooka kai baar, baar baar rinse jaise yaad dho daale. 






Unhone teeth char baar brush kiye, mint paste se tez ragad, ek paak hone ka symbolic ritual Gajendra ke saath chhote 
dag ke bawajood paaki aur izzat waapas lene ka—phir saaf mehsoos karne ka, apne bunyaadi usoolon ko pakadne ka. 

Meri feelings uljhi aur bayan karna mushkil—pariwar ke usoolon se dhokha, ammi ki saaf andar ki ladai ka dukh, 
Gajendra ki manipulation par jalti nafrat, aur gehri pareshani ki trusted log itni jaldi aise pehlu kaise chhupa sakte. 

Woh Abbu ke paas ja kar bistar par so gayi 

Agli raat achanak Abbu ko bukhaar chadh aaya—tez tezi se, kahin se nahi, jism thartharaata, kamzori itni ki bistar se uth 
na sakein, shayad bazaar ki dhool, thakan, ya khaya kuchh. 

Gajendra phir ajeeb tarah hamare saath tha, darwaze par aaya jab Abbu ki haalat bigdi, "pariwar ka haal poochhne" 
ke bahane aur turant car mein hospital le jaane ki offer. 

Ammi fikr mein thi, pasandida silk dress pehni—phoolon waali, halke pastel shades mein swirling patterns, figure ko
 lachak se lapet ti, red scarf pardah ke liye. Seena aur gaand bade lage, silk unki natural curves ko ubhaar rahi thi 
graceful lekin noticeable tareeke se. 

Mujhe ammi ko sexualize pasand nahi lekin sach—sundar aur fikr bhari lag rahi thi, Abbu ki cheezein jama karte hue. 

Shak hone laga kya Gajendra ne Abbu ko beemar kiya taaki mauka mile ammi ko alaahda kar unke ikhlaaq bigaadne ka
—lekin soch dafa ki kyunki pakka nahi, saboot nahi, sirf badhte ittifaqon se andheri paranoia. 






Ammi: [dheere, Abbu ka haath sehlaate] Doctor ne kaha infection hai, shayad thakan se. Aaraam aur antibiotics, kuchh
 din mein ghar. 

Abbu: [kamzor muskurahat] Sab ko dara diya. Maafi. 

Ammi: [sar hilate] Maafi mat maango. Bas theek ho jao. 

Abbu: [dheemi awaaz] Jaante ho… Gajendra bhai ne itni tezi se pahunchaya. Jab paidal nahi chal saka to car tak 
uthaaya. Admission fees, tests—sab upfront pay kiya. 

Ammi: [aankhen thodi badi, hairaan] Usne… sab pay kiya? 

Abbu: [dheere sar hilate] Haan. Cashier ne advance maanga, paas kafi nahi tha. Woh aage badha aur sab settle. Kaha 
"family emergency—paise ki fikr mat." 

Ammi: [neeche dekhte, dheemi] Mujhe… nahi pata tha. 

Abbu: [narmi se] Dekha, Shahida? Maine kaha tha—bura nahi. Asli barkat chhupi hui. ,.' ne sahi waqt bheja. 

Ammi: [ruk kar, mukhtalif, phir chup, haath thoda mazboot dabaya] 

[Kuchh minute baad, Gajendra aur main ward mein aaye. Main paani phal ka bag uthaaye. Gajendra hospital shop se 
chhota bouquet laaya.] 






Gajendra: [garam muskurahat] Assalamu alaikum. Hamara mareez kaisa? 

Abbu: [chamakte] Wa alaikum assalam, Gajendra bhai! Bahut behtar. Doctor kehta jaldi ghar. 

Gajendra: [ammi phir abbu dekhte] Achhi khabar. Dara diya, lekin mazboot ho—jaldi theek. 

Abbu: [shukrguzaar] Sab tumhari wajah se. Uthaaya, tezi drive, bills pay… shukriya kaise ada karoon. 

Gajendra: [haal kar] Arre bhai—shukriya nahi. Padosi pariwar. Bas khushi tezi pahunchaaye. 

Ammi: [chup, nazar Abbu ke haath par, mushkil se boli] 

[Main aage, bag neeche rakha bistar ke dusri taraf baitha.] 

Main: [muskurate] Abbu, pehle se behtar lag rahe. Doctor ne bahar bataya—serious nahi. Aaraam karo, jaldi bossing 
waapas. 

Abbu: [kamzor qahqaha] Bossing? Main to gentle hoon. 

Main: [muskurate] Haan Abbu. Phal laaye—kela, seb. Jab mann kare khaana. 

Abbu: [hum teeno dekhte] Dekho—poori team. Gajendra bhai, poora din rehna zaroori nahi tha. 

Gajendra: [foot stool par baithte] Rehna chahta tha. Stable jaane tak nahi ja sakta. 

Main: [sar hilate] Haan, hero aaj. Jaise kuchh weigh nahi karte uthaaya. 

Ammi: [chup, zabardasti chhota sar hilaya kuchh nahi kaha] 

Abbu: [Gajendra ki taraf] Sach bhai—bills… nikalte hi waapas karunga. 

Gajendra: [mazboot lekin meherbaan] Repay ka sochna bhi mat. Health pehle. 

Main: [Abbu ki taraf] Aaraam karo Abbu. Yahan hain. Poori tarah theek ho jaayenge. 

Abbu: [aankhen nam] Sab ke saath... pehle se behtar mehsoos. 

[Ammi zyadatar chup, nazar Abbu par, Gajendra ki nayi "meherbaani" ka bojh aur pehle se bhari.] 

Baad mein, test results ke intezaar mein hospital room mein, maine Ammi ko kaha coke chips vending se laata hoon
—stress mein meri pasandida late-night comfort. 

Phir Gajendra ne Abbu ko goodbye kaha aaraam karne, sur fikr bhara. "Jaldi theek ho Hussain bhai—sab sambhal 
loonga." 

Ammi ki taraf aasani se, "Shahida ko safe ghar chhod doonga—der ki fikr mat." 

Yeh request ammi ko asahaj kiya, chehre par halka gussa—aankhon mein chamak, honth patle pal bhar—lekin Abbu 
roz trusting shukrguzaar, bina jhijhak qubool. "Achha idea bhai—sab shukriya. Shahida, tu bhi aaraam kar; raat yahan
 theek hoon." 

Ammi phansi thi—Abbu ke paas rehna chahti lekin inkaar nahi kar sakti sawaal uthaye bina. Abbu ko goodbye, 
maathe par pyar se chuma, fikr bhari dheemi awaaz. "Aaraam kar jaan—kuchh badle to call. I love you." 

Phir be-dili se Gajendra ke saath nikli, kadam nap tul. 

Main chupke follow kiya, minute baad nikal kar, shaant hospital grounds se raat ki sadkon mein. 

Woh hospital corridor ke bahar pal bhar khade, ilaqa khaali dheemi roshni 11 baje, der mein log nahi, door car ya 
nurse ki awaaz goonjti. 

Ammi chup lekin bahut shist andaaz—shayad thakan, Abbu ki fikr, ya haal ke waqiyaat ka bojh. 

Chalte hue usne haath chhune diya pal bhar, chhota ishaara jo deen mein gunah, ghair mahram mard aurat ke beech
 jismani line jo kabhi cross nahi karni. 

Shayad jaanti thi yeh aadmi zahir mein itna madadgaar fikrmand—hospital drive, stall "bachaaya"—sochne lagi kya 
sach mein uski fikr karta hai, ya Abbu ke bina vulnerability ka faaida utha raha? 

Ammi: [bagal chalti shist se, sur dheemi nap tul] Shukriya Gajendra ji... aaj sab ke liye. Lekin zyada door nahi jaana. 
Der hai, unke paas rehna chahiye. 

Gajendra: [raftaar dheemi, dheemi roshni waali corner mein ruk kar jahaan oonchi deewarein sadak se nazar rokti, 
koi nahi] Der? Hospital shaant—jaldi nahi. Yahan pal bhar khade ho jaayein. Dekha? Itna bura nahi. Pahunchaya, bills
 pay bina soch. Achha aadmi padosi ke liye karta jo kar sakta. 

Ammi: [shist baithi, god mein haath jode, nazar neeche] Haan... bahut meherbaani ki. Zyada se zyada. ,.' barkat 
de. 






Gajendra: [paas baitha, zaroori se zyada, sur garam tasalli] Barkat? Tum barkat waali, Shahida ji. Tum jaise aurat—
wafadaar biwi, fikrmand maa—duniya ki madad deserve. Pehle kitni pareshan thi dekha. Isliye aage badha. Koi 
akela nahi dukhi hona chahiye. 

Ammi: [shist sar hilate, sur mein thodi sakhti] Sach... hum ghabraaye hue the. Lekin itna pay nahi karna tha. Jaldi 
waapas kar denge. Shauhar debt nahi chahte. 

Gajendra: [aasani se taal] Debt? Bhool jao. Tumhari fikr se kiya. Ghar sambhalti, sab ka khayal—shauhar 
khushnaseeb jo qadr karta, lekin kabhi aurat ko extra support chahiye. 

Ammi: [pal chup, gehri soch—shabd shak paida, sach fikr ya khel? Sur shist, sakhti thodi dheemi] Support aaj kal
 nadir. Sahi... barkat. Lekin savdhaan rehna chahiye kis se qubool. 

Gajendra: [thoda paas] Savdhaan? Sirf achhe irade dikhaaye. Jaise aaj—tezi drive, doctors sambhale. Andar 
tumhare waqt shauhar ke liye dheere dua ki. Itni fikr. 

Ammi: [pal bhar upar dekhi, aur shist] Dua? Socha samajh... kam log aise karte ajnabi ke liye. 

Gajendra: [muskurate, sur narm] Ajnabi? Ab zyada. Dekh yahan itne din ke baad bhi itni sambhali. Barkat waali 
mazbooti... aur sundarta. Aankhen itni gehri, zindagi dekhi lekin narmi baqi. 

Ammi: [halki laali, shist] Sundarta? Is umr mein? Zyada taarif, Gajendra ji. Dusre din waali mat shuru karo. 

Gajendra: [nazar neeche] Taarif? Sach. Muskurahat andheri corridor roshan. Honth... poore, sexy. Raaz dheere 
bolne ya aur ke liye bane. 

Ammi: [pareshan, ruk kar, kya kahe nahi, sakhti lagbhag gayab] Sexy? Gajendra ji... 

Gajendra: [aasani se jaari] Aur figure, dress kaise fit. Woh curves... kamar andar phir bahar poori kamar. Lekin 
seena... poore bhare breasts. Thoda cleavage dikha, bahar jhaankta. Inviting, dhyaan maangte. 

Ammi: [aankhen badi, tezi scarf upar kheench cleavage poori dhak, sur shist lekin sakhti dheere] Please... yeh 
theek nahi. Scarf rush mein sarak gaya. 

Gajendra: [dheemi qahqaha] Sarak? Ya chhed? Jism art—woh breasts gol, striyatmak. Takiye jaise narm lage. Skin.
.. mulayam, garam. Mard ke khwaabon ki barkat. 

Ammi: [shist, sur aur narm] Kisi ko chhed nahi, shaadi-shuda. Khwaab alag... haqeeqat alag. Dusri baat karein. 
Jaise... tumhara pariwar? Kabhi zikr nahi. 

Gajendra: [peeche tika, nazar ab bhi] Pariwar? Ab sirf main. Maa baap gaye, biwi nahi. Isliye madad karta taaki 
akela na lage. Tum jaise—maujoodgi duniya behtar. Lachak, awaaz... dupatta theek karne ka tareeka bhi. Bina 
koshish sexy. 

Ammi: [phir pareshan, shist] Bina koshish? Koshish pardah ki. 

Gajendra: [sar hilate] Pardah aur magnetic. Gaand bhi—poori, chalte halki hilti. Mard protect karne... aur zyada 
chahta. 

Ammi: [chehra thoda chhupaya] Gajendra ji... jism par bas. Batao—hospital bills ki madad sach mein sirf 
meherbaani? 

Gajendra: [ab gambheer] Meherbaani haan. Lekin dekhta kitna karti sab ke liye. Tum jaise barkat waali paise ki
 fikr nahi karni. Bojh utha loon. 

Ammi: [chup, shist] Sakhaawat. Kabhi zyada. 

Gajendra: [muskurate] Kyunki layak ho. Dupatte ke neeche baal—lambe, silky. Har jagah natural allure ki barkat. 

Ammi: [baal chhoo kar be-khudi] Allure? Sirf baal. Andar waapas jaana chahiye. Nurse check kar sakti. 

Gajendra: [saath khada, paas] Ek minute aur. Haath... patli ungliyan... honth. Mere honthon par socho. Chhuan 
se shifa, Shahida ji. 

Ammi: [shist khadi, abhi peeche nahi hati] Shifa? 

Phir paas ke dheemi roshni waale store room mein—shayad supplies ya maintenance, darwaza thoda khula—usne 
narmi lekin mazbooti se andar kheencha, baazu par haath andar le jaate darwaza dheere band click ke saath. 






Jagah boxes shelves se bhari, sirf chhota bulb. Usne pehle bina kahe chuma shuru, honth tezi se dabaye, haath
 kheench paas. 

Ammi shuru mein pareshan mana, seene par haath dhakka. "Ruko—kya kar rahe? Ruko please, nahi." 

Lekin turant mana dheema, wapas chumne lagi, honth jawaab dete bhale aankhon mein ladai, jazbaat tide jaise 
kheench rahe. 







Meri zindagi us pal toot gayi—darwaze ke chhote crack se dekh, yeh na-mumkin nazara sab kuchh tod diya jo
 pariwar, ammi ke baare mein jaanta tha. 

Itna na-mumkin, khwaab jaise jaagne ka intezaar—unka rehem ghalib, shayad andar se maanti thi yeh aadmi 
achha warning ke bawajood, ya shukr mana attraction se mil kar—lekin jaanta tha dil se bigdi nahi; yeh gehra 
dagmagaahat, insaani kamzori vulnerability ke pal mein. 

Kyun chum rahi thi? Hairat dimagh mein wajahen ghumti: zid "madad" se indebted mehsoos, taarif stressed 
zindagi mein khali jagah bhar, routine saalon baad attention ka thrill, fikr ko mohabbat samajh—lekin jaanta tha
 core mein bigdi nahi; gehra lapse, insaani kamzori pal mein. 

Phir chumban rok, saansen bhari dheere "Kar Shahida, honth istemal kar" 

Ammi pakki nahi, thoda peeche wide eyes. "Matlab? Main... nahi kar sakti—yahan bhi nahi hona tha." 

Usne narmi se urgaaya, kandhon par haath. "Ghutne tek—bharosa, theek natural lagega." 

Jhijhki, awaaz kaamp. "Zyada hai—please, mat maango." 

Phir ghutne tekne kaha, sur urgaane waala. "Chalo—sab ke baad, sirf yeh." 

"Mat karaao," dheere, ladai saaf. "Galat—pariwar, shauhar." 

Usne dheere guilt diya. "Sab kiya—stall, aaj hospital? Connection mehsoos karti—mana mat." 

Phir ammi dheere ghutne teki, sakht floor par, sar ab trouser zipper jitna ooncha, upar dekhti gehri bhaun, 
pareshani pachhtaawa ladte chehre par. 

Nahi pata ammi mein kya ghusa—pal ki gandagi se possessed? Jazbaat mila jula—gunah desire se takraata, natije
 ka darr shabdon ke kheench se, Abbu ki wafadaari mana thrill se, shukr andhera mein mor. 

Usne trouser kholne kaha. "Chalo—khaas banaaye." 

"Mat karaao—please, pariwar socho," minnat dheere, haath kaamp. 

Usne chhuan se tasalli. "Asli mehsoos—maan lo. Yeh hum, niji." 






Ammi ne trouser utaarna shuru belt se, ungliyan ladkhadaati disbelief mein uski bigness dekh, dheere saans, hairat
 aur kuchh mila. 

"Saan kyun?" poochha, dheemi awaaz. 

Ammi ghinaune sawaalon se bachti. "Mat— bas... nahi." 

Dheere kaha, "Kuchh mehsoos... bayan nahi kar sakti." 

Usne zid. "Sach mein kya?" 

"Main... aisi position mein kabhi nahi," maana, chhoti awaaz. 

Usne tasalli. "Theek—jab tayyar tayyar. Dheere karenge." 






Main bhaag gaya kyunki jo hone waala witness nahi karna tha, crack se daud, corridors se, dil zor se—gussa aur kuchh
 bayan na kar saku, shayad gehra dukh ya pariwar tootne ka darr. 



 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 12


Gajendra ka vyavhaar mujhe itna affect kar gaya ki maine
apne sabse ache dost Jabir ko bhi dhokha de diya.





Agli subah Jabir ke ghar gaya, jaise waada kiya tha, dimagh ab bhi hospital ke manzar se ghoom raha tha 
lekin khud ko majboor kiya jaise kuchh hua hi nahi, andar sab toota hua mehsoos karte hue bhi bahar normal
 rehne ki koshish. 

Rasta roz se lamba laga, har kadam bhari, mohalle ki aadati galiyan dhundhlaati hui jab 
soch baar baar ammi par lautti—unke honth Gajendra ke, pehle dhakka phir haar, woh dhokha jo main unke
 baare mein maanta tha. 


Jebon mein muthi band ki, khud se kaha muskurana, hansna, wohi purana dost rehna jo Jabir umeed karta. Use
andar ka toofan nahi dikhana; sawaal poochhega, aur main jawab nahi de sakta jo khud samajh nahi pa raha. Gehri 
saansen li, kandhe peeche kiye, darwaze par hamari aadati do tezi khatkhatahat di—saans sambhalte intezaar kiya. 

Usne turant darwaza khola, muskurata jaise duniya mein sab theek, pasandida purani neeli T-shirt aur shorts mein,
 baal subah ke game se bigde hue. 

"Yaar, aakhir! Itni der kyun—dusre shehar se paidal aa raha tha?" kaha, tezi se bro-hug mein kheencha aur peeth zor 
se thapthaapayi jaise hamesha excitement mein karta. "Andar aa, khada mat reh. Rani yahan hai! Tujhse milne ko 
intezaar. Rani, yeh woh ladka hai jiske baare mein bataya—GTA mein hamesha mujhe bachane waala, khud legend!" 

Uske peeche Rani khadi thi, aur meri nazrein turant us par gayi, rokne se pehle hi. Pehli baar dekh raha tha jab se 
Jabir ne hafte pehle introduce karne ka waada kiya tha, aur woh usse bhi zyada sundar thi—lambe kaale baal narm
 lehron mein kandhon par, badi zinda aankhen utsaukta aur thodi sharam se chamakti, poore honth garam
khushamadeed muskurahat mein, perfect daant dikhaate. 

Simple grey shalwar kameez aur brown scarf pehni thi, patli kamar aur halki curves ko bina zyada koshish ke ubhaar
 rahi thi. Bina koshish ke sundar, natural beauty jo baar baar dekhne ko kehti, aur ek pal ke liye dimagh ka toofan
 shaant hua. 

"Hi," woh dheere boli, awaaz halki dostana, haath badhaate hue sar thoda jhuka. "Jabir tumhare baare mein ruk kar
 nahi bolta—kehta hai games mein asli pro, hamesha usse haar se bachaata. Aakhir mil kar achha laga." 

Maine haath milaya, chhoti si bijli mehsoos hui, haath mulayam garam. "Mujhe bhi achha laga, Rani," maine kaha, 
sab ke bawajood sachchi muskurahat. "Jabir din bhar tera hype kar raha tha—kehta sabse cool insaan, ab dekh kar
 samajh aaya. Tum... sach mein bahut achhi lag rahi ho." 

Jabir hans pada, darwaza dramatic tareeke se band kiya. "Dekha? Kaha tha smooth hoga. Chalo living room—GTA 
big screen par loaded. Rani practice kar rahi; beginner ke liye achhi hai. New hone ki wajah se easy mat jaana, woh
 sambhal legi." 

Hum baith gaye, teenon casual baaton mein doob gaye. Jabir mujhe Rani ke baare mein aur batata raha. 






Living room mein settle hue, TV screen game ke loading menu se chamak raha, controllers haath mein. Kamra cozy—
Jabir ka roz ka setup, deewaron par games ke posters, chhoti table par snacks (chips, sodas, kal ki bachi pizza), upar
 fan hawa hilata thanda rakhta. 

Race shuru ki, crashes par hanste, jeet par cheer, meri nazrein Rani se milti—loading screen mein woh upar dekhti, 
nazar utsauk chamak se dil ek dhadkan miss; controller lene jhukti, baal chehre par girte woh sharmili muskurahat
 se peeche daalti gaal dimple; jeet par chhota fist pump, aankhen chamakti meri se milti, chup "dekha?" jaise. 

Yeh dikhaata tha main uski taraf attract kaise—hansi narm sachchi, achaanak ubharti; mushkil turn mein honth kaatna
; perfume ki halki phoolon ki khushboo jab paas jhukti controller trick dikhane. 

Lekin maza ke neeche jalan pet mein jaise chaaku. Jabir ke paas Rani thi, sundar, woh uski taraf dekhti jaise woh uski 
duniya ka kendra. Mujhe girlfriend nahi, kabhi nahi, aur unke mazaaq, woh khel mein cheat par uska kandha dhakelti
 dekh dard tez. 

Kyun woh? Jabir se hamesha dost, sab baant—raaz, games, khwaab—lekin yeh... uske paas woh, mere paas sirf pariwar
 ke raaz kha rahe, dhokha baad dhokha. 

Baad mein, lambi races missions ke baad, Jabir ubaas lene laga, aankhen bhaari. "Yaar, thak gaya—kal raat sakht thi.
 Der tak levels grind," dheere bola, sofa par girta, controller haath se girta snoring shuru. "Tum donon... bina mere 
jaari rakho... save mat haarna..." 






Rani dheere hans kar muh chhupaya. "Ek dam so gaya. Gaming ke baad aisa hi hota—tez crash. Maafi." 

Phir hum baat karne lage, main aur Rani, TV victory screen par paused, kamra shaant sirf Jabir ki dheemi saanson ke
 ilawa. 

Baat aasani se shuru—college, pasandida movies, Jabir se family event mein kaise mili saal pehle. "Shuru mein kitna 
awkward tha," woh pyar bhari muskurahat se boli, soye us par nazar. "Phone girata rehta mujhe impress karne game
 trick se. Lekin meetha hai—hamesha hasaata." 

Maine sar hilaya, muskurate. "Bilku Jabir jaise—zyada koshish lekin kaamyaab. Khushnaseeb hai tujh jaise mili." 

Woh thodi laali, neeche dekhti. "Shukriya. Aur tu? Koi girlfriend? Jabir kehta hamesha single—games mein best hone 
mein busy, shayad?" 

Maine kandhe uchaale, zabardasti grin. "Abhi koi nahi. Shayad zyada picky, ya sahi insaan nahi mila. Jaanti hai na." 

Dimagh mein hospital ka andhera ubhra, ammi Gajendra ke saath, mujhe bura banane laga. Khud se bola yeh saala
 dost itni sundar ladki paayi—kyun woh? Woh deserve nahi, jab woh Rani jaise paayi aur main ghar ke dhokhe jhel raha.
 Faisla kiya uski cheez taste karoon; laalach badha, pet mein ghaas jaise. 

Jabir se ab fikr nahi—dosti todne ko tayyar, achha karne ki parwah nahi kyunki ammi aur daadi ne bura kiya, to main 
bhi ammi ke bura raaste follow karoon. Gajendra jaise laalchi ban kar Jabir se cheen loon. 

Kyunki ammi ke Gajendra se bura karne se gussa tha, to Jabir ke saath wahi—tarazu barabar, duniya jo dard di us par
 badla. Jabir deserve nahi—loyal, meherbaan, har cheez mein bhai, hamesha saath—lekin pariwar ke dhokhe ne mere
 toote soch mein justify kiya. Kyun uske paas khushi jab meri toot rahi? 

Main Rani ko bahar le gaya, idiot Jabir ko sofa par sote chhod. "Thodi hawa lete hain—yahaan ghutn hai," maine kaha, 
khada hokar haath badhaaya. 

Usne Jabir par dekha, phir muskurayi. "Theek—kyun nahi? Woh ghanton nahi uthega. Taazi hawa achhi lagegi." 

Bahar streetlights ke neeche dheere chalte lane mein, baat jaari. Woh cute thi—hansi bubbly sachchi, aankhen sharmili
 jab zyada dekhta, laali mere dhyaan se gaal par, baal kaan peeche daalti. Flirt shuru kiya, taarifein aasani se. "Teri
 muskurahat sabse sundar—poori sadak roshan. Sach, contagious." 



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Woh dheere hans kar neeche dekhti. "Ruko—laali chadha rahe. Tum meethe ho. Jabir kabhi aisa nahi kehta." 

Maine muskuraya. "Kehta hona chahiye. Roz sunne layak ho." 

Nahi pata mujhe kya hua—ammi ke Gajendra se gandagi dekh kar possessed mehsoos, to maine bhi Jabir ke khilaaf 
wahi kiya. Rani ko fuck karna chahta; kabhi sex nahi kiya, Jabir ne bhi nahi, Rani ne bhi, lekin khwahish aag jaise. 

Chalte hue baat mein uski gaand dekhta raha—achhi gaand, mazboot har kadam mein hilti, aur seena, top ke neeche 
poora bounce. 

Main: [bagal chalte, sur dheemi aasaan, haath jebon mein] Achhi raat, hai na? Jabir ek dam so gaya. Khushnaseeb—
lambi din ke baad paththar jaise sota. Shayad kharraate padosiyon ko utha den. 

Rani: [dheemi hansi, sharmili, dupatte ka kinaara theek karte] Haan… aisa hi. Lambi baat ke baad thak gaya. Bahar 
chalane ke liye shukriya, kabhi taazi hawa pasand. Tum meherbaan ho. 

Main: [side muskurate, raftaar usse milate dheemi] Shukriya ki zaroorat nahi. Tere saath chalna pasand. Baat karna
 aasaan. Aur… usne bataya se zyada sundar. Streetlight mein aankhen... chhote taare jaise. 

Rani: [laali, zameen dekhti] Aisa mat kaho. Theek nahi. Jabir ko pasand nahi aayega. 

Main: [halki chhed] Kyun nahi? Sach hai. Jabir mera dost, lekin sach bolen… main behtar boyfriend hoon aur achha
 ban sakta hoon, kyun nahi Jabir chhod kar mere saath aa jaaye. 

Rani: [hairaan hansi, muh dupatte se chhupate] Behtar boyfriend? Hehehe! Tum be-sharm ho! Jabir mujhe achha hai. 
Meherbaan, fikrmand… 

Main: [kandhe uchaale, khelte] Achha, haan. Lekin main behtar. Woh miss karta jo main notice—jaise hansi mein 
aankhen chamakti, nervous mein bhi graceful chalna. Dupatta sharma kar theek karne ka tareeka… cute. 

Rani: [sharmili muskurahat, dheemi] Phir chhed rahe. Ruko. 

Main: [thoda paas, sur neeche] Sirf haqeeqat. Zyada paband ho maan nahi sakti, lekin sunna pasand. Jab mana karti
 ho tab bhi muskurahat mein dikhta. 

Rani: [pal bhar upar dekhti, phir hata] Aisi baaton ki aadat nahi. Ajeeb lagta. 

Main: [sur aur neeche] Ajeeb achha bhi ho sakta. Bata—kabhi… jaanti ho… kisi ke saath? Sach mein saath? Woh qurbat 
mehsoos? Jaise sex. 

Rani: [aankhen badi, hairaan, chalna roka] Kya?! Nahi! Aisa sawaal kaise? Yeh... bolna bhi haraam. Hamare deen mein 
mana aur tum jaante ho. 

Main: [muskurate] Bas utsauk. Itni masoom. Sochta yeh pardah ke neeche kya. Koi dekh nahi raha to khwaab mein kya. 

Rani: [ghabraayi, tezi chalti] Zyada bold ho rahe. Main achhi ladki. Aisi baatein nahi karti. Aur Jabir… agar use pata
 chala tum kya keh rahe… 

Main: [raftaar milaate] Agar Jabir ko pata chala main kya kar raha… Gussa hoga? Abhi Jabir ki fikr nahi. Teri fikr. 
Jab tu sochti main nahi dekh raha tab kaise dekhti. 

Rani: [hairaan] Fikr nahi? Woh tera dost! Mujhse dost ke taur par milwaya. 

Main: [shaant, haath baazu par dheere rok] Dosti khatam jab dost se behtar cheez mil jaye. Aur tu, Rani… behtar 
hai. Dosti se zyada layak. 

Rani: [aankhen badi, haath dheere peeche] Zyada layak? Tu achha dost bhi nahi. Aisa kaise keh sakta? Jabir tujh par
 bharosa karta. 

Main: [halki smirk] Bharose ki fikr nahi. Achhe dost sab baantte, hai na? Sabse achhi cheez kyun nahi? Jabir ke paas 
tu ab, lekin main dekhta woh deserve nahi. Tu jaise ladki—meethi, sundar, untouched—kisi ke saath jo sach qadr kare.
 Jo har chhoti detail dekhe, jaise nervous mein honth ka curve. 

Rani: [hairaan, peeche hat] Qadr? Tu aisa bol raha jaise… usse chheen lega! 

Main: [dheemi awaaz] Chheen? Ya shuru se jo mera hona tha le loon. Dost aate jaate. Tu jaise aurat… zindagi mein
 ek baar. Ek raat ke liye dosti chhod doon. 

Rani: [hairaan hansi, nervous] Pagal ho. Poori be-sharmi. Jabir bharosa karta, aur tu yeh bol raha? 

Main: [phir paas] Bharosa kabhi andha. Hum introduce kiya usne, hai na? Shayad andar se jaanta main tujhe behtar 
treat karoon. Woh mehsoos karaoon jo woh kabhi nahi kar sakta. Chhuan jo woh sochne se darta. 

Rani: [chhoti awaaz, hairaan] Mehsoos? Chhuan? Ruko… yeh galat. 

Main: [muskurate] Galat exciting lagta, hai na? Dil tezi se. Gardan mein dikhta—pulse jump. Pabandi haan… lekin 
andar aag. Mehsoos ho rahi. 

Rani: [nervous hansi, hairaan] Tum namumkin. Waapas chalna chahiye, Jabir shayad ab uth gaya, woh zyada der nahi 
sota. 

Main: [dheere] Ek minute aur. Bas ek. Us ped tak chal. 

Usi waqt, car dheere guzri, aur laga Jabir ki maa Nafisa wheel par, lekin pakka nahi—parchaaiyan dhoka de rahi, ya meri
 paranoia badh rahi. 

Hum shaant park corner mein ped ke neeche ruke, pattiyon ki sarsarahat raat ki hawa mein. Seduce jaari, taarifein 
pehle se smooth. "Rani, pehli baar dekh raha lekin stunning— aankhen, hansi, poori maujoodgi. Ruk nahi sakta dekhne.
 Sundar aise ki kheench le." 

Woh gehri laali, honth kaat. "Sach? Jabir bhi kehta, lekin... shukriya. Tum bhi charming. Aaj raat umeed nahi thi." 

Idea aaya Gajendra ammi par jo flirt istemal kiya usi ko—agar woh paak wafadaar ammi ko gunah mein gira saka to 
main Rani ko fuck kar sakta. 

Jabir se ab fikr nahi—fuck him. Uski jism ki taarif shuru kitni sexy. "Teri figure kamaal—curves sahi jagah, itni sexy,
 perfect. Chalna hypnotic." 

Woh hairaan lekin sakht nahi, nervous hansi. "Hey, aisa mat—Jabir tera dost. Lekin... shukriya shayad. Dil tezi se 
dhadak raha." 

Main paas jhuk kar chuma. Usne kaha, "Ruko—Jabir ka kya?" dheere dhakka, haath seene par thodi der, zor se nahi. 

Phir baat. "Woh so raha—sirf baat," maine dheere. "Tu sundar; rok nahi sakta. Tere paas kuchh mehsoos—sach." 

Phir jhuka, aakhir usne pehla chumban diya, shuru mein jhijhak, honth narm, phir gehra jaise pighal gayi. Main 
chumban jaari, haath kamar par, garmahat mehsoos. Aakhir usne mera sar pakda aur hum dono jazbaati chumey, 
jism paas, dheemi saans. 






Dost ki girlfriend ko chumte achha laga—Jabir ki fikr nahi, dhokha badle mein thrill, lekin twisted khushi uski cheez
 lene mein. 

Dheere kaha, "Ghar chal kar aur—chupke. Tere aur qareeb hona chahta." 

Ghar pahunche, idiot Jabir sofa par so raha, halke kharraate, be-khabar. Dimagh mein uski buraai—sust harami, 
deserve nahi, zyada bharosa, fuck him jo mere chahta paaya. 

Phir dim kamre mein chumban shuru, paas kheencha. Uski trouser shalwar utarne kaha. "Tujhe dekhoon—please. 
Mehsoos karna chahta." 






Woh jhijhki lekin dheere utaari, top aur underwear mein sharmili khadi. Hairaan tha Rani slut jaise eager, aankhen 
desire se milti, jism chhuan par jawaab. Achha laga dost ki ladki fuck karne ja raha—taaqat nasha, badla meetha. 

Gehra chumban shuru, jism paas. Hoodie utarna chahta, usne mana kyunki mere seene dekh kar theek nahi lagta.
 "Rakh—mysterious lagta," dheere, sharmili lekin chahti awaaz. 

Main: [dheemi awaaz, kandhon par haath] Rani… woh chumban kamaal. Aur chahta. Tujhe chahta. Poori tu. Yahan,
 abhi. 

Rani: [mud kar wide eyes, thoda peeche] Kya? Nahi… nahi kar sakte. Woh chumban galti thi. Nahi hona chahiye tha. 

Main: [phir paas] Galti? Theek laga. Chalo Rani. Tujhse pyar karoon. Tune bhi mehsoos kiya—jism kaise paas daba. 

Rani: [kaamp ti awaaz, seene par halka dhakka] Pyar? Nahi nahi. Meri... meri choot sirf Jabir ke liye. Woh mera pyar. 
Usse shaadi, khud ko uske liye bachaana. Yeh haraam. 

Main: [minnat, kamar par haath] Please, Rani. Sirf ek baar. Bahut zaroorat. Tu pagal kar rahi. Jabir ko pata nahi.
 Hamara raaz. 

Rani: [mazboot sar hilate] Nahi. Main aisi ladki nahi. Pehle kabhi nahi kiya. Sirf shaadi ke liye. 

Main: [ghutne thoda tek kar upar dekhte] Minnat kar raha. Mehsoos kar kitna sakht karta tu. Sirf andar... dheere. 
Pachhtaogi nahi. 

Rani: [deewar peeche, regret] Pachhtaava? Chumban se hi regret. Ruko. Mana kar rahi. 

Main: [khada, majboor] Theek... agar wahan nahi, to... peeche. Teri gaand. Wahan paak hai—no one touched. 

Rani: [hairaan, horror se aankhen badi] Peeche? Kya? Nahi! Ghinauna! Haraam! Kaise bol sakta? Unnatural, gunah. 
Sirf janwar aisa karte. 

Main: [tasalli, dheemi] Shh, sun. Pyar se to haraam nahi. Bahut log karte. Jabir ke liye virgin bachi rahegi. Achha 
mehsoos karaonga—oil, dheere. Pasand aayega, waada. 

Rani: [zor se sar hilate] Pasand? Dard, gandagi! Deen mein sakht mana, gaand chudai bara gunah. Main janwar nahi. 
Jabir kabhi nahi maangta. 

Main: [dheere dabav] Lekin Jabir yahan nahi, so raha. Aur consensual to gunah nahi. Soch—qurbat mehsoos bina 
paaki khone. Fikr karta hoon, Rani. Dikha doon. 

Rani: [awaaz upar, ghabrahat] Nahi! Ruko nahi to chillaoongi! Jabir uth jaayega, sabko pata! Aur chachi Nafisa jaldi 
aa sakti. 

Main: [jaldi, haath upar] Shh, mat chilla. Force nahi. Soch—Jabir soya, akela. Tez, dheere. Koi nuksaan nahi. 
Chumban achha laga... yeh aur behtar. Bharosa. 

Rani: [jhijhak, saansen tez] Bharosa? Yeh pagalpan... darr lag raha. Galat. 

Main: [dheere, paas] Darr theek. Dard hua to ruk jaunga. Lekin thrill soch—sirf humara. Tu itni sundar, Rani. Khaas
 mehsoos karaoon. 

Rani: [lambi ruk, phir dheere minnat] Pakka nahi... lekin... Theek... sirf ek baar. Aur dheere. Dard hua to ruk. 

Main: [narmi muskurahat] Waada. Pachhtaogi nahi. 

Phir usko pakda mudaya, woh deewar se tik gayi, haath support ke liye deewar par, peeth meri taraf. Khushboo 
achhi—vanilla aur phool, skin garam mulayam. Anal hesitantly qubool. "Pakka nahi... Jabir se dhokha jaise. Kabhi 
nahi kiya." 






Maine kaha anal dhokha nahi. "Alag hai—dusre tareeke se count nahi. Sirf explore, kisi ko pata nahi. Bharosa." 

Zabaan uski gaand par rakhi, lick shuru—pehli baar ladki ki gaand chaatna, namkeen niji maza, jism pehle sakht phir
 dheela, woh dheemi moan, "Aaahh... savdhaan... oouuuhh..." 

Table par Jabir ka hair gel dekha, liya. "Yeh kaam karega—ter skin jaise slick," ganda bola. 

Usne kaha aise mat bol. "Dheere please. Mere liye naya." 

Gel gaand par lagaya, thanda slippery. Uski gaand tight, chhoti shuru mein rukawat. 

Ungli se loose kiya, dheere andar, jism sakht phir dheela. Moan shuru, "Aaahh... oouuuhh... dheere... aaahh... aise..." 

Phir tayyar hone kaha. "Chalo—thoda zyada fail." 

Woh jhijhki. "Ruko—dheere... thoda dard... oouuuhh..." 

Andar push, rukawat tooti. Sir andar, tight garam. Usne nikaalne chillaya. "Nikaal—zyada! Aaahh... ruk!" 






Dimagh mein bura naam, dheere "Le, slut." Mujhe lagta nahi zalim, taaqat daud rahi. 

Aur andar, poora, garmahat gherti. Uski gaand garam, tight pakad. 

Baat jaari guide karte: "Zyada fail—gehra jaane de. Thoda peeche push—haan, aise." 

Woh moan. "Oouuuhh... theek... aaahh... aise? Full mehsoos..." 

"Haan—perfect. Achha kar rahi. Relax—achha mehsoos hone de." 

Jaldi se dost ki girlfriend ki gaand choda, steady thrust, jism deewar se takraata. 

Woh zor moan, "Aaahh... oouuuhh... tezi... please... aaahh..." 






Woh jaldi khatam maang, "Please—jaldi khatam... Jabir uth sakta... oouuuhh... jaldi..." 

To tezi choda taaki Jabir na uthe kyunki woh awaaz kar rahi, pace tez, skin ki thap dheemi goonj. 

Aakhir kaha doodh gaand mein daal raha. "Aa raha—andar." 

Usne mana kiya lekin main poora bhar diya, release tez garam. 

Woh zor moan, "Aaahh... oouuuhh... tezi... please... aaahh..." 

Woh jaldi khatam maang, "Please—jaldi khatam... Jabir uth sakta... oouuuhh... jaldi..." 

To tezi choda taaki Jabir na uthe kyunki woh awaaz kar rahi, pace tez, skin ki thap dheemi goonj. 

Aakhir kaha doodh gaand mein daal raha. "Aa raha—andar." 

Usne mana kiya lekin main poora bhar diya, release tez garam. 

Uski gaand mein—tightness mujhe pakad, garmahat har inch gherti, mana thrill overwhelming, lekin sabse bura hua: 
kisi ne uska naam pukara. Aage dekha to Jabir khada hairaan, aankhen badi. 

Rani ne haath muh par horror se, saans atak. Mera dick ab bhi uski gaand mein—main sach mein hairaan, jam gaya. 






 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 12




Mujhe lagta hai meri mom kisi cheez se possessed ho gayi hai, 

woh bahut ajeeb behave kar rahi hai.






"J-Jabir?" Rani haklate hue boli, uski awaaz us stunned khamoshi ko tod rahi thi. Woh peeche

 hatne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin main abhi bhi uski gaand ke andar tha, aur achanak 

movement se cheezein aur bhi awkward ho gayi. 



Jabir ka chehra bilkul crumple ho gaya, 

aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye, dono haathon se sir pakad liya, ungliyan scalp mein dhans 

rahi thi jaise woh us image ko dimag se mita dena chahta ho. "No… no, yeh nahi ho sakta," 

woh mutter kiya, awaaz sobs se choked. 

Woh ek kadam peeche lada, sir zor-zor se hilaate hue. "Kaise kar sakte ho tum? Dono… mera 
dost… meri Rani…" shabd dil tootne wali whisper mein nikal rahe the, phir woh mud gaya aur
 warehouse se bahar bhaga jaise koi bhoot sawaar ho, uski cheekhein raat mein goonj rahi thi
 — "Ooh noo, kyun? Mere saath kyun?" — andheeri gali mein daudte hue cheekhein badalti ja 
rahi thi. 

Rani turant panic ho gayi. Ek tez cheekh ke saath usne mujhe peeche dhakela, mere dick ko
 uski gaand se bahar nikaala — ek geeli, popping awaaz aayi jisne mera pet marod diya. Woh 
ghum gayi, aankhein horror se wild, haath jaldi se khud ko cover karne lage aur skirt neeche 
kheench li. "Oh God, nahi! Jabir ne humein dekh liya! Humne kya kar diya?" woh chillayi, 
awaaz kaanp rahi thi. 

Woh chhote circle mein pace karne lagi, saansein hyperventilating bursts mein aa rahi thi, 
gaalon pe aansu beh rahe the. "Woh mujhse hamesha ke liye nafrat karega! Main… yakeen nahi 
kar sakti ki yeh ho gaya. Maine tumhe kyun jaane diya? Yeh sab teri galti hai!" Usne ilzaam 
bhari ungli mujh par dikhai, lekin gussa jaldi despair mein badal gaya, body kaanpte hue woh
 crate ke sahaare gir padi aur futo-futkar rone lagi. 

Me (awaaz toot rahi, aansu beh rahe, dupatta pakde bistar par baithi): Zaid… Jabir ne humein 
dekh liya. Usne tujhe meri gaand ke andar dekha. Woh bas… toot gaya. Chhote bacche ki tarah
 rone laga aur darwaze se bhag gaya. Main is zindagi ke saath kaise jiyungi? Main kabhi uski 
aankhon mein kaise dekh paungi? 

Me: Rani, panic mat kar. Woh stupid Jabir woh cheez nahi jiski tujhe fikar karni chahiye. Abhi 
woh upset hai, lekin thanda ho jayega. Jab woh wapas aayega hum usse baat kar lenge. 

Rani (sir hilaate hue, tabah hokar): Baat? Kya lagta hai shabdon se yeh theek ho jayega? Tu uska
 best friend tha — uska bhai! Aur tune mujhe seduce kiya, yahin choda jab woh kuch inch door 
so raha tha. Tu acha dost nahi hai Zaid. Tu gaddaar hai. Aur main… maine tujhe jaane diya. 
Mujhse nafrat hai ki main moan kar rahi thi, chahti thi… lekin tune mujhe edge ke paar dhakel
 diya. 

Me: Tu bhi utna hi chahti thi. Ab innocent victim mat ban. Tu peeche push kar rahi thi, har inch
 andar le rahi thi. Mera naam leke moan kar rahi thi. Tune bhi Jabir ke saath dhoka kiya, usne 
tujh par bharosa kiya tha. 

Rani (awaaz phat rahi): Isse yeh sahi nahi ho jata! Main andar se tukde-tukde ho rahi hoon. Mera
 dil Jabir ke liye cheekh raha hai, lekin mera body… Ooh no! abhi bhi tujhe feel kar raha hai.
 Main bahut sharminda hoon. 

Me: Sharminda? To shayad tujhe mujhe itni gehri apni gaand mein nahi jaane dena chahiye tha. 

Main wahan khada tha, stunned, pant abhi bhi ankles par, khud ko exposed aur foolish feel kar 
raha tha. Neeche dekha to notice kiya — uske thodi si poop particles mere dick pe chipki hui, 
poori length par smeared, thin brownish residue se cover. 

Yeh nazara dekhkar thoda gag aaya; yeh ek sakht yaad dila raha tha ki yeh act kitna raw aur 
ganda tha, maine gentleness ka waada kiya tha phir bhi uski gaand mein shit tha. Oil uske potty
 ke saath mix hokar sticky mess ban gaya tha jo halki light mein chamak raha tha. 

Me: Waise to… dekh, chhota surprise. Tune mere dick par thoda shit kar diya. Itna mess expect
 nahi kiya tha. 

Rani (chehra turant laal, haath muh par, mortified): Eww, yeh… yeh ghinona hai! Aise zor se 
mat bol! Maine tujhe warn kiya tha Zaid! Maine bola tha mera backhole iske liye nahi — bola 
tha careful rehna, zyada oil laga, slow ja… maine giddgiddai thi! Lekin tune ignore kar diya, 
janwar ki tarah thrust karta raha. Ab main yahan baithi filthy feel kar rahi hoon. 






Me: Filthy to sahi bola. Sirf thoda mess nahi, badbu bhi bahut tez thi. Tera poop smell ne 
turant meri naak pe attack kar diya. Like damn Rani… teri gaand ne mere upar poora let loose
 kar diya. 

Rani (awaaz mein sharm aur gussa, taaza aansu): Bas kar! Aise shame mat kar mujhe! Kya tujhe 
maza aa raha? Kya meri galti hai ki tune meri baat nahi suni aur gaand mein zabardasti ghusa? 
Main pehle hi embarrassment se mar rahi hoon, aur ab tu mere muh pe ragad raha hai — 
literally! Main khud se itni gandi feel kar rahi hoon aur tu smell ka zikr karke mujhe dirty 
animal jaisa bata raha hai! 

Me (thande smile ke saath): Shayad yahi hai tu. Ek gandi chhoti Musslim slut jo apni gaand
 control nahi kar sakti aur mere dick pe shit kar deti hai. Poora time whore ki tarah moan 
karti rahi, aur khatam hone par mujhpe shit kar diya. Bahut classy. 

Rani (tez khadi hui, taange kaanp rahi, aansuon ke beech aankhein jal rahi): Phir kabhi mujhe
 aisa mat bolna! Tune shuru kiya — tune mujhe seduce kiya, use kiya, Jabir ke saath dhoka 
kiya! Yahan slut main nahi — tu monster hai. Main tere saath is room mein ek second bhi nahi 
reh sakti. Mujhe usko dhoondna hai… usse maafi maangni hai, chahe woh kabhi maaf na kare. 
Tu kabhi mujhse ya Jabir se baat mat karna! 

Hum dono ne floor par Jabir ki shirt dekhi — shayad pehle humein dhoondne aaya tha to utaar 
ke chhod gaya. Panic mein woh ekmatra cheez thi jo handy thi. Rani ne pehle pakda, bunch 
karke apni anus pe zor-zor se pochhne lagi, chehra sharam se jal raha tha. "Main yakeen nahi 
kar sakti ki main uski shirt se yeh kar rahi hoon," woh daant peeste hue mutter kiya. Ho gaya to
 bina bole mujhe phenk di. 

Maine li, grimace karte hue, aur Rani ke shit ko apne dick se pochha. Kapda mess to soak kar 
liya lekin halka stain aur lingering badbu chhod gaya jo pet marod rahi thi. Yeh ultimate 
desecration lag raha tha — dost ki shirt se uske dhoke ka saboot saaf karna. 

Rani ne ek aur shabd nahi bola. Kapde jitna ho saka theek kiye, haath kaanp rahe the, phir woh 
bhagi, warehouse se dusri direction mein daud padi. Uske kadam thodi der goonje phir raat 
mein gayab, mujhe akela chhodkar mere kiye ke bojh ke saath. 








Maine dheere-dheere pant upar chadhai, zipper ki awaaz khali space mein unnaturally loud lagi. 
Warehouse se door jaate hue thandi raat ki hawa chehre pe slap maari, lekin dimag ka fog clear
 nahi hua. Maine Jabir ke saath dosti barbaad kar di — completely, irreparably. 

Hum bachpan se bhai jaise the, secrets, dreams share karte the, aur ab… yeh. Uska aansuon 
bhara chehra mujhe haunt kar raha tha, gut mein knife ghumata hua. Main uske saamne kaise 
jaaonga? Woh kabhi maaf karega? Shayad nahi. Aur Rani… woh bhi mujhe blame karegi, cut off 
kar degi. Main deserve karta hoon. 

Lekin mujhe parwah nahi, mujhe uski gaand ki virginity lene mein maza aaya. 

Lekin dheeme-dheeme andheri sadkon pe chalte hue, mummy Shahida ka Gajendra ko kiss karte
 hue yaad wapas aaya, fresh pain ka wave laate hue. Usi din hospital storeroom mein dekha tha
 — uske lips uske against, haath chest pe, jab papa Hussein ward mein neeche so rahe the. 

Kyun? Kyunki Gajendra ne medical bills mein madad ki, strings pull karke papa ko treatment 
dilwaya? Ya usne papa ke kapde ke dukaan ko greedy landlord se bachaya? 

Gajendra ke paas influence tha, lekin kya yeh uske dhoke ko justify karta hai? Mujhe nahi pata 
wahan kya kar rahe the — kissing, ya zyada? Yeh uncertainty mujhe kha rahi thi, chest dard kar
 rahi thi. Mummy hamesha family ki pillar rahi, devout aur faithful. Ya maine socha tha. 

Meri zindagi mein kya ho raha hai? Sab kuch thread by thread unravel ho raha tha. Pehle meri 
randi dadi Zainab Suraj ke saath, phir mummy Gajendra ke saath, aur ab yeh Jabir-Rani ka
 mess. 

Jaise duniya apne axis pe tilt ho gayi ho aur sirf main chaos dekh raha hoon. Sidewalk pe ek 
kankar maara, gutter mein jaate hue dekha. Raat ke 11 baje sadkein shant, door kahin car 
horn, chand ne pale glow daala. Nairobi ki raat ki hawa humid thi, skin pe chipakti hui jaise
 bura sapna jo nahi ja raha. 

Modest houses ki line se guzarte hue, kuch nazar aaya — ek figure doorstep pe khada, jo 
pehchaan ka nahi tha. Main slow hua, halki roshni mein aankhein sikodi. Yeh thi Aunt Nafisa, 
Jabir ki mummy, ek ghar ke darwaze ke frame pe khadi jo definitely uska nahi tha. 

Silky brown dress pehni thi, leopard scarf thoda tedha, aur woh… kisi ko kiss kar rahi thi. Koi 
aur nahi — hamare tuition teacher Mr. Ravi, woh 54 saal ka balding aadmi, moti chashma aur 
hamesha frown wala. Uske haath uski kamar pe, kheench raha tha, lips passionate embrace
 mein locked, jisse mera pet marod gaya. 










Yakeen nahi hua. Door se dekhta raha. Aankhein ragdi, socha raat ke stress se hallucination hai,
 lekin nahi — woh wahan the, ek doosre mein khoye hue. Woh yeh kyun karegi? Aunt Nafisa ke 
husband Uncle Karim Dubai mein kaam karte hain, har mahine paise bhejte hain family ke liye 
Achha aadmi, faithful jaisa main jaanta tha. 

Aur yahan woh Mr. Ravi ke saath dhoka de rahi thi, sabse bura choice. Kiss gehra hua; usne sir 
tedha kiya, ungliyan uske baalon mein, aur woh kuch soft murmur kiya jispe woh hasi — ek 
awaaz jo raat ke seriousness mein bilkul out of place thi. 

Main sochne laga yeh sab mere saath kyun ho raha hai, kyun main pehle stumble karta hoon.
 Dadi Zainab Suraj ke saath (woh bewakoof meat shop wala), mummy Gajendra ke saath 
(***** padosi), aur ab Aunt Nafisa Mr. Ravi ke saath (***** tuition teacher). Jaise shraap ho —
 main apni duniya ke bikharte hue dekh raha hoon. Sabse bura? Sab apne mazhab ke bahar wale
 mardon ke saath cheating kar rahe the. 

., mein yeh sabse bada dhoka hai, gunah jo sirf jism nahi rooh ko bhi maila karta hai. Zina
 pehle hi haram, upar se mazhab change kar cheating? Jaise apne imaan pe thookna. Woh kyun
 nahi follow kar paaye? 

Dadi Zainab jo humein piety ki kahaniya sunati thi, mummy jo 5 waqt ,,., padhti thi, Aunt 
Nafisa jo Ramadan mein community iftar organize karti thi. Main samajh nahi pa raha. Kamzor
 the? Shaitan ne lalach diya? Ya imaan hamesha se nakli tha? 

Woh kiss jaari rakhe, duniya se be-khabar, body uske against jaise ghanto se wahan ho. Aur 
shayad thi — Uncle Karim bahar, Jabir shayad ghar pe dil toota hua, Mr. Ravi ki biwi gaon gayi 
parents se milne, ghar khali. 

Wahan woh itne time kya kar rahe the? Baat? Zyada to zaroor — intimate cheezein, gunah 
badhte ja rahe jaise unpaid debt. Yeh sochkar main kaanp utha. 

Phir se Jabir ke liye bahut bura laga. Pehle maine uski girlfriend ki gaand maari thi, sabse 
intimate tareeke se uske saath dhoka kiya, aur ab uski maa bhi cheating kar rahi thi. Jaise
 universe uspe aur indirectly mujhpe bojh daal raha ho. Hum sab gunah jama kar rahe the, 
layer upon layer, aur main soch raha tha ki redemption possible bhi hai kya. 

Kiss karne ke baad Aunt Nafisa chali gayi, Mr. Ravi se kuch bola, phir door chali gayi. Uski
 gaand sach mein bahut sexy thi, Mr. Ravi uski gaand ko dekhta raha jab woh chal rahi thi.
 Woh ek lascivious aadmi tha. 

Main mud gaya, mere pair autopilot pe ghar ki taraf le ja rahe the. Walk endless lag rahi 
thi, dimag images aur sawaalon ka toofan tha. Jab main apne modest compound pahuncha, 
phone pe clock 11:15 pm dikha raha tha. Ghar andhera tha, sirf living room ki window 
mein halki roshni. 

Kuch ne mujhe cautious rehne ko kaha — jaise raat abhi khatam nahi hui thi revelations se.
 Main secretly approach kiya, fence ke saath shadows mein chipakta hua, creaky gate avoid 
karke. Side se gaya aur partially open curtain se jhaanka. 

Wahan thi Mummy Shahida, abhi hospital se aayi hui. Woh thaki hui lag rahi thi, abaya 
kandhon pe loosely daali hui, chehra drawn aur pale. Mujhe hairat hui — hum dono almost
 same time ghar pahunche, woh hospital ward se jahan Papa so rahe the, main apne 
disastrous encounter se. Woh worn sofa pe baith gayi, sir haathon mein liye, clearly stressed. 

Kyun? Papa ki bimari treatments ke bawajood lingering thi jo Gajendra ne arrange karwaye 
the. Lekin usse zyada, mujhe shak tha ki yeh guilt tha jo storeroom mein Gajendra ke saath
 jo bhi hua uska. Jo kiss maine dekha — ya usse zyada? Uski shoulders deep sigh ke saath uthi,
 aankhein door, khoya hua. 

Maine decide kiya andar jaun, door dheere se khola. "Assalamu alaikum, Mummy," maine kaha,
 normal sound karne ki koshish mein, lekin awaaz thodi crack ho gayi. "Wa alaikum assalam, 
beta," unhone jawab diya, forced smile jo aankhon tak nahi pahuncha. Woh seedhi hui, veil
 smooth kiya. "Tu late aaya hai. Kahan tha?" 








"Bas doston ke saath bahar," maine smoothly jhooth bola, apne mess mein nahi jaana chahta 
tha. Unke saamne baith gaya, unke chehre pe worry ki lines notice ki. "Papa kaise hain? Kuch
 behtar?" Woh dheere se sir hilaayi, nazar idhar-udhar. "Alhamdulillah, stable hain. Doctors
 bol rahe hain new medication help kar rahi hai, thanks to… well, jo help mili. Tu ko kya smell 
aa raha hai? Halki si poop ki badbu?" 

Thodi der khamoshi, unspoken words se bhari. Mujhe pata tha yeh Rani ke poop ki smell thi 
jo abhi bhi mere haathon pe thi, maine pehle haath ache se nahi dhoye the jab main apna 
dick pakad raha tha jo Rani ke shit se coated tha. 

"Uhh… ooh no no, shayad woh kabootar hain jo us ped ke paas doo-doo karte hain," maine bola, 
haath pocket mein daal kar unki nazron se bachne ke liye. "Lekin Mummy aap thaki hui lag
 rahi ho. Rest kar lo?" "Jaldi kar lungi," unhone murmur kiya. "Tera evening kaisa tha? Tu… 
thoda off lag raha hai." 

Maine shoulder shrug kiya. "Bas usual. Kuch khaas nahi." Hum thodi der khamosh baith gaye, 
hawa unsaid cheezon se thick. Maine nahi poocha woh itni deep thought mein kyun thi — mujhe
 pata tha, ya kam se kam shak tha. 

Gajendra ke saath kiss, secrecy. Yeh humare beech parda 
jaise latka tha. Aakhir main khada hua. "Main apne room ja raha hoon. Goodnight, Mummy." 
"Goodnight, beta. Achhe se so." Unki awaaz soft thi, almost wistful. 

Lekin main apne room nahi gaya. Balki hallway ke shadows mein slip ho gaya, kitchen area ke 
half-open door ke peeche chhup gaya, curiosity — ya darr — mujhe wahan rok raha tha. 

Mummy ne table pe glass se paani piya, movements mechanical, jaise autopilot pe. Phir ek 
awaaz — soft, wet smacking noise, jaise lips mil rahe hon — kitchen se aayi. Kissing noises, 
unmistakable. Mera dil tez dhadka. Mummy ne bhi suna; sir snap kiya, aankhein narrow. Glass 
carefully rakha aur dheere se kitchen ki taraf chali, steps cautious, jaise wild animal ke paas 
ja rahi ho. 

Kitchen door curtain se partially hidden tha, thoda sa view de raha tha. Mere vantage se poora
 nahi dikha, to main back entrance se gaya (jo yard se aata hai), aur mesh screen se andar 
jhaanka. Jo dekha usne mujhe core tak shock kar diya: Suraj aur Dadi Zainab, embrace mein
 locked, passionate kissing dim light of single bulb ke neeche. 

Suraj ke haath uski badi gaand pe roam kar rahe the, use close kheench rahe, jabki Dadi ke 
fingers uske sir ko pakde the, aankhein closed, bliss mein lag rahi thi. Dada adjacent room 
mein so rahe the, oblivious, unki kharratein halki sunai de rahi thi. 

Mom aur main aane se pehle kya hua tha? Dadi Zainab aur Suraj kaafi time se kar rahe honge —
 shayad Suraj dinner ke baad sneak in hua, Dada ke early bedtime ka fayda utha kar. Shayad 
chai pi, last week ke blowjob ke baare mein baat ki, aur phir… cheezein escalate ho gayi.
 Kisses heated, haath wandering, gunah ghar ke dil mein kiye gaye. 








Mummy bhi dekh rahi thi, apni side se, haath muh pe shock mein. Main unka profile dekh sakta 
tha — aankhein wide, chehra pale jab unhe ehsaas hua ki unki apni maa kisi aur mard ko kiss 
kar rahi hai. Unhe kaisa laga hoga? Betrayed shayad, lekin saath hi dawning realization: unka 
khud ka bad behavior, Gajendra ke saath illicit kiss, apni maa se shuru hua. Dadi Zainab ne 
example set kiya tha, knowingly ya unknowingly. Agar elder itna door path se bhatak sakti hai,
 to beti ke liye kya umeed? 

Mummy hamesha Dadi ko idolize karti thi, strength ka epitome, 5 waqt ,,.,. Lekin ab yeh —
 Dada ke saath cheating Suraj se, jo hamare mazhab ke bahar ka aadmi tha. Yeh sab kuch
 explain karta tha: Mummy ki vulnerability, Gajendra ke saath slip. Apple tree se door nahi
 girta, jaise kehte hain. 

Dadi ki hidden desires trickle down hokar family ke well ko poison kar rahi thi. Mummy wahan 
frozen khadi thi, hypocrisy process kar rahi — woh aurat jo piety pe lecture deti thi ab haram
 mein entangled. 

Andar, Dadi thoda peeche hati, saans bhari. "Suraj, ab tumhe jaana chahiye," unhone urgently 
whisper kiya, darwaze ki taraf dekhte hue. "Kahin kisi ko pata chal gaya to. Yeh… yeh aise 
continue nahi ho sakta." 

Suraj muskuraya, aankhein mischievously chamakti hui. "Lekin Zainab 
ji, hum careful rahe hain. Bas ek aur kiss? Tum jaanti ho mujhe tumhara touch kitna crave hai.
 Yeh stolen moments hi mujhe zinda rakhte hain." 

Unhone sir hilaya, lekin resolve weak lag raha tha. "Nahi, bahut risky hai. Mera husband so
 raha hai, lekin agar meri beti ghar aa gayi? Ya mera pota? Hum fate ko tempt nahi kar sakte. 
Yeh galat hai Suraj — har tareeke se haram. 


Tum Mussalman bhi nahi ho; log kya kahenge?" 
Usne unka chehra gently pakda. "Pyaar mazhab ki parwah nahi karta, Zainab. Humne in past 
months itna share kiya — life ki baatein, tumhari loneliness husband ke saath. Main tumhe 
phir se alive feel karwata hoon. Inkaar mat karo." 

Unhone sigh kiya, aankhein soft. "Mujhe pata hai, lekin guilt mujhe kha rahi hai. Maine apne 
family ko deen strictly follow karne ke liye pala, aur yahan main… sab kuch betray kar rahi 
hoon. Jao please. Kal baat karenge." 

"Bas ek last embrace," usne insist kiya, use phir se deep kiss ke liye kheench liya. Unhone ek 
second resist kiya, phir melt ho gayi. Mummy ne yeh exchange suna, silently peeche hati, 
chehra turmoil ka mask. Woh apne bedroom mein slip ho gayi, door softly band kiya, shayad 
shock process karne ke liye akeli. 

Baad mein main hiding spot se nikla, dimag reeling. Sitting room mein gaya jahan Mummy ab
 akeli sofa pe baithi thi, silk pink nightdress mein, phone haath mein, furiously texting. Unki 
brow furrowed, lips pursed in frown — mujhe pata tha Gajendra tha. Kaun aur? Woh khud se 
low murmur kar rahi thi, itna low ki mujhe sunne ke liye strain karna pada: 








Woh bahut soch rahi thi, aankhein door, fingers screen pe hover karte hue. Choices ponder 
kar rahi thi — storeroom ka kiss, kaise escalate hua. Regret? Ya guilt ke saath thrill? Unhone 
khud se whisper mein bola: 


"He bhagwan, mujhe maaf kar… mera muh abhi bhi Gajendra ke 
haram lund ki badbu se bhara hai. 

Woh mota, veins wala ***** shaft ne mere lips ko wide 
stretch kiya, throat bhar diya jab tak main gag ki, aur maine har filthy second enjoy kiya. 
Jab mera bechara husband Hussein next ward mein mar raha tha, main storage room mein 
ghutno pe thi, shameless slut ki tarah choosti rahi, uska garam, sticky sperm swallow kiya 
jaise last meal ho. 








Ya Rabb, kaunsa evil jinn mujhme ghus gaya? Yeh lust ka spirit uske cum ke saath mere gale 
se neeche gaya — ab mera pet jal raha hai, veins mein aag faila raha. 

Mera jism ab mera nahi;
 mere nipples ache kar rahe, meri choot throb kar rahi aur bina permission drip kar rahi, aur 
mere fingers bar-bar abaya ke neeche jaake swollen clit pe ragad rahe. Main ruk nahi sakti.
 Rukna nahi chahti. 

Kyun uske saath, Shahida? Kyun is non-Musslim padosi ka ganda lund, meri bimar husband ke 
gentle touch ke bajaye? Evil spirit whisper kar raha hai ki main hamesha se hidden whore thi,
 bilkul jaise meri Ammi Zainab Suraj the butcher ke against moan kar rahi thi. 

Maine uski 
jeebh uske muh mein dekhi, hips grinding, aur mujhe wahi heat feel hua. Slutty behavior. Yeh 
mujhme bhi hai. Main usse behtar nahi. 

Main doomed hoon, khatam, barbaad. Gajendra ke seed swallow karne ke baad wapas nahi ja
 sakti — uska haram essence ab mere andar hai, jinn ko feed kar raha, mujhe aur crave karwa 
raha. Uske rough hands aur, us bitter-salty taste jo zubaan pe explode karta hai. 

Har second 
khud ko shame kar rahi: pious Shahida, jo veil pehenti hai, 5 waqt ,,., padhti, roza rakhti
… phir bhi main sirf cock-hungry hypocrite hoon jisne hospital closet mein shadi ke vows betray
 kiye. 

Yeh craving nahi maregi. Har dhadkan ke saath strong hoti ja rahi. Spirit andar has raha, bol 
raha main iske liye paida hui — forbidden mardon ke liye taange failane, family suffer karte hue
 strange dicks pe choke karne ke liye. Main ab achhi Musslim wife nahi. Main sirf gunah ka vessel 
hoon, tooti hui aurat jiski dripping choot aur filthy thoughts pe control nahi. 

Main lost hoon. Evil spirit jeet gaya. Gajendra ke cum ne mujhe mark kiya, claim kiya, aur ab sirf
 ek hi cheez soch rahi hoon — uske paas wapas crawl karna, beg karna ki phir se mujhe fill kare 
jab jinn cheer kare. Mujhse nafrat hai… lekin hunger shame se zyada loud hai. 







Unhone lip bite kiya, din ke events replay karte hue — Gajendra ki bills mein madad, uske strong 
arms around her, forbidden excitement. "Lekin usne humein bachaya," unhone murmur kiya. "Mere
 husband ki dukaan, hospital… kya main ungrateful hoon? 

Nahi, yeh gunah hai. Pure gunah." Aur
 soch: Agar husband ko pata chal gaya to? Mere bare mein, mere bete ke bare mein? Family honor? 
Woh old messages scroll karti rahi, chehra flush hote hue memories se, phir phir se steeling herself. 

Send press karne se pehle, ghar mein knock ghoonja — sharp, insistent. Mummy jump ki, phone 
floor pe gir gaya. "Itni raat ko kaun?" unhone whisper kiya, aankhon mein panic. Khadi hui, kapde
 smooth kiye, door pe gayi, pehle peephole se dekha. 

Unki gasp sunai di. Dread aur kuch aur — resignation? — ke mix se unhone lock khola. Wahan 
Gajendra khada tha, tall frame night ke against silhouette, face pe determined look. "Shahida,"
 usne softly kaha, aage badhte hue. "Humein baat karni hai." 








Mummy hesitate ki, ghar ke andar dekha, lekin door nahi band kiya. "Gajendra, yahan kya kar 
rahe ho? Late ho gaya hai. Mera family…" Usne frame pe haath rakha, lean in kiya. "Main door nahi
 reh saka. Aaj storeroom mein jo hua… woh kiss. Usme kuch tha. Hum dono ke liye." 

Unhone sir hilaya, lekin awaaz mein conviction nahi thi. "Nahi, yeh mistake thi. Tumne humari 
madad ki, main grateful thi, bas itna. Please, jao." Woh nahi hila. "Grateful? Isliye tune kiss back 
kiya? Kyun tere haathon ne mujhe closer kheench liya? 

Shahida, tera husband bimar hai, lekin tu
 ek aurat hai jiske needs hain. Maine teri aankhon mein loneliness dekhi hai. Usme bhi madad 
karne de mujhe." 

 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 13


Meri mom ne aakhirkaar apni izzat kho di aur paap 
mein gir gayi.




Jab darwaza dheeme se khula, maa ke haath ke neeche jo thoda sa kaanp raha tha, to 
Gajendra wahan khada dikha — porch ki halki roshni mein uska chauda jism darwaze ko
 poora bhar raha tha, jaise koi bin bulaaya toofan ka badal. 


Woh sada shirt aur pant mein tha, lekin uski mojoodgi mein ek taakat thi, uski kaali 
aankhein maa ki aankhon se jud gayi, itni gehri nazar ki beech ka hawa bhaari ho gayi. 

Maa, Shahida, ek pal ke liye thithak gayi, haath abhi bhi knob par, abaya raat ke kapde 
ke upar dheeli lati hui jaise woh sone ki tayyari kar rahi thi. Ghar mein sannata tha, sirf
 bahar shehar ki door ki gunj aur dada ji ke kamre se halki kharratein sunai de rahi thi. 

Main hallway ke andhere mein se dekh raha tha, dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha, dar aur 
ek ajib si bechaini mujhe wahi khada rakhe hue thi. 

Yeh aadmi, yeh bahari jo hamari zindagi mein "madad" ke naam par ghus aaya tha — abbu
 ke bill aur dukaan ke liye — ab is ghadi ghar ke darwaze par khada tha. "Shahida," usne 
dheeme se kaha, awaaz mein halka sa hukm sa, "hum aise nahi chhod sakte. Aaj ke baad
 nahi." 

Maa ne peeche mud kar ghar ki taraf dekha, aankhein bedroom ki taraf daudti hui, chehre
 par fikr ki lakein aur gehri ho gayi. Woh bechain thi — darwaze par ungliyan kaanp rahi
 thi, wazan ek pair se doosre par badal rahi thi. 

Lekin kuchh aur bhi tha — gardan par laali chadh rahi thi, saansein thodi tez. Woh garam
 ho rahi thi, andar ek pyaas jag rahi thi jo bujh nahi rahi thi, gunah se ladte hue bhi. Store 
room ka woh chumban kuchh haram aag jala chuka tha, aur ab woh yahan tha to woh aag 
dheeme se sulag rahi thi. 

"Gajendra, please," woh fisfisayi, awaaz mein minnat thi lekin poori dil se nahi, "der ho gayi 
hai. Mera beta ghar par hai, mere walidain... yeh theek nahi. Tumhe jaana chahiye." Lekin
 usne darwaza band nahi kiya, peeche nahi hati. 

Uski nazar uske honthon par thami rahi, 
shayad us namkeen taste ko yaad kar rahi thi — uske bade lund ka jo usne pehle fisfisaya 
tha. 

Woh chahti thi ki woh use sharminda kare, uski haddon ko paar kare, galat hone ke 
bawajood us submission ka nasha de. Bechaini hi uski chahat ko aur tez kar rahi thi, ek 
uljha hua chakkar jo toot nahi raha tha. 

Mujhe yeh meri maa nahi lag rahi thi. Woh aurat jo mujhe deen ki kahaniyan sunati thi, jo 
hamesha parda karti thi aur ibadat karti thi — yeh woh nahi ho sakti thi. Jaise koi andhera 
us par chha gaya ho, jo uske akhlaq aur khwahishon ko badal raha ho. 

Kyon aisa laga? Kyunki jo Shahida main jaanta tha woh darwaza zor se band karti, madad ke
 liye chillati ya ,.' ka naam le kar usse rok deti. Lekin yahan woh use andar aane de rahi
 thi, jism ki bhasha ek bhook dikha rahi thi jo hamare imaan se takrati thi. 

Jaise shaitan ne uske kaan mein fisfisaya ho — abbu ki bimari se tanhai, Gajendra ki madad 
ki shukriya, sab ko is haram aag mein badal diya. 

Meri reedh ki haddi mein thand daud gayi,
 soch kar ki kya wahi cheez daadi ko Suraj ke saath, aunty Nafisa ko Mr. Ravi ke saath bhi lag
 gayi hai — hamare ghar par ek bala, jo deen ko andar se kha rahi hai. 

Gajendra bina poora dawat ke andar aa gaya, darwaza dheeme se band kiya. "Shahida, tum 
jaanti ho main kyon aaya hoon," usne kaha, awaaz naram lekin sakht, haath badhaya aur uski
 baanh chhui. Woh kaanpi lekin peeche nahi hati. 

"Store room mein woh chumban — woh sirf 
shukriya nahi tha. Maine mehsoos kiya, tumne kaise jawab diya. Tumhara jism jhooth nahi
 bolta." 

Maa ne zor se nigla, aankhein zameen par jhuk gayi. 






"Yeh galti thi," woh dheeme se boli, lekin awaaz mein yaqeen nahi tha. "Mera shohar hospital
 mein hai, zindagi se lad raha hai. Main kaise…?" Gajendra aur qareeb aaya, uski mojoodgi
 use gher rahi thi. 

"Kyunki tum insaan ho, Shahida. Tumne sab kuchh akeli uthaya hai — bill,
 dukaan, ghar. Maine madad ki kyunki mujhe parwah hai. Lekin humare beech kuchh aur hai.
 Batao, woh bistar kahan hai jahan tum apne shohar ke saath soti ho? Mujhe dikhao." 

Maa ka sir jhatke se upar utha, aankhein shock se phail gayi. "Kya? Nahi, Gajendra, yeh… 
yeh hadd paar karna hai. Main nahi kar sakti. Please, jao." Usne mana kiya, awaaz ab sakht, 
lekin woh peeche nahi hata. 

Usne uska haath pakda, pakad mazboot lekin pehle naram. 
"Dikhao, Shahida. Tum mujhe sach ke haqdaar ho. Jo maine Hussein ke liye kiya — tumhare 
liye." Woh peeche khichne ki koshish kar rahi thi, sir hila rahi thi. 

"Nahi, yeh mera ghar hai, mera shadi ka bistar. Yeh muqaddas hai." Lekin woh zid par ada 
raha, awaaz dheemi fisfisahat mein. "Muqaddas? Jaise aaj tumne mujhe chuma aur mera lund
 choosa? Jaise tumhare muh mein abhi bhi mera taste hai?" 

Usne use dheere lekin zid se hallway ki taraf khincha, aur woh mana karti rahi lekin kadam 
uske saath chal pade, ek majboor naach. Maa woh hadd paar kar rahi thi jo kabhi nahi paar ki
 — apne bedroom mein kisi aur mard ke saath, woh bhi ghair-'.. Yeh meri maa bilkul nahi
 thi; kuchh use control kar raha tha, uske faislon ke khilaf use nacha raha tha. Ab yeh 
possession sach lag rahi thi, stress aur lalach se paida shaitani asar, jo use sab kuchh dhoka
 dene par majboor kar raha tha. 

Jab woh bedroom ki taraf ja rahe the, Gajendra ne achanak peeche se use jakad liya, baanh 
kamar par lapet kar, use apne seene se chipka liya. Maa ne halki si saans li, jism pehle sakht 
hua. "Gajendra, ruk jao," woh fisfisayi, lekin haath uski baanhon par the, dhakel nahi rahe 
the. Usne uski gardan mein muh ragda, uski khushboo li — jasmine sabun aur hospital ki halki
 antiseptic ki mehak. 








"Tum kitni achhi lag rahi ho, Shahida. Kitni naram, kitni sachchi." Uske haath hilne lage, 
kamar se neeche, phir uski badi gaand ko raat ke patle kapde ke upar se pakda. Usne dheere
 se malish ki, gol gol goliyon ko dabaya, ungliyan thodi si dhansayi. 

"Yeh gaand… tumhari
 sabse pasandida cheez hai meri. Itni bhari, itni dawat dene wali. Maine kabhi _ 
gaand nahi pakdi — yeh jaise haram phal, isliye aur meetha." 

Maa ki saans ruk gayi, honton se halki karah nikli khud ke bawajood. "Aaahhh… Gajendra, aisa
 mat kaho. Yeh galat hai." Lekin uska jism dhoka de raha tha, thoda sa uski taraf jhuk gaya,
 bechaini pyaas mein badal rahi thi. 

Woh malish jari rakhe, haathon se golaiyan ghumata, dabata, woh curvy jo hamesha parde mein 
chhupi rehti thi. "Kyon lad rahi ho, Shahida? Tumhara jism yeh chahta hai. Kapde ke andar se
 garmi mehsoos ho rahi hai." Woh phir karahi, is baar zor se, "Oohhh… please, hum nahi kar sakte.
" Lekin uska virodh kam ho raha tha, kamar halke se uske haathon ke saath hil rahi thi. 

Gajendra dheeme se hanse, saans uske kaan mein garam. "Dekho? Tum karah rahi ho. Mujhe
 bedroom le chalo — is pyaas ko poora bujhao." Usne use aage badhaya, jakad mein use le jaate
 hue bedroom ke darwaze ki taraf. Usne use ghumaya aur chumban shuru kar diya jabki haath 
uski badi gaand pakad raha tha. 








Andar jaate hi, kamra sirf bedside lamp ki roshni mein, Gajendra ne use chhoda aur saamne kiya. 
Bistar peeche tha, saaf-suthra, woh quilt jo abbu ne anniversary par laya tha. "Ab, Shahida," usne
 kaha, aankhein chahat se gehri, "raat ka kapda utaro. Mujhe tumhe dekhne do." Maa thithki, 
haath seene par kapde pakde hue. 

"Nahi, main nahi kar sakti. Yeh bahut zyada hai. Mere ghar 
walon ka socho." Woh aur qareeb aaya, awaaz mein hukm aur behkawa mila hua. "Tum kar sakti 
ho, aur karogi. Tumne mujhe andar aane diya — ab rukna mat. 

Mere liye utaro, jaise store room
 mein chahti thi." Usne sir hilaya, lekin ungliyan kaanpti hui hem par pahunch gayi. "Gajendra, 
please… main shadi-shuda aurat hoon." "Aur ek chahat bhari aurat," usne jawab diya. "Dheere 
dheere karo. Dikhao jo Hussein miss kar raha hai." 

Ek gehri, kaanpti saans ke saath maa ne utarna shuru kiya. Pehle hem uthaya, calf dikhe — 
chamakti aur mazboot ghar ke kaam se. Phir ghutne, jaanghen, kapda skin ke saath sar-saraata 
hua upar chadha. Kamar par ruk gayi, hari panty jhalak rahi thi, lace wali, uski aam parda-dari
 ke khilaf. 






"Dekho? Tum temptation ke liye taiyar ho," Gajendra ne mazak kiya. Bahut laal hokar woh aage 
badhi, pet tak uthaya, naram pet dikha, phir upar hari bra tak — cup bhare hue boobs ko dabaye 
hue. Aakhir mein kapda sar se nikaala, baal bikhar gaye, raat ka kapda pairon ke paas gir gaya. 
Woh sirf bra aur panty mein khadi thi, uski nazar ke neeche nangi si. 

Uske boobs bahut bade the, bra ke kinaare se thoda bahar jhukte hue, hari lace unki bhari
 bharkam ko aur ubhaar rahi thi — shayad D-cup, har saans ke saath uchal rahe the. 

Uske bade gaand, ab sirf patli panty mein, ek nazara the: gol aur sakht, thoda hilte hue jab woh
 hili, gaand ke golaiyan kamar ke saath poore tarah milte hue, woh tabeei curvy jo abaya mein
 chhupi rehti thi. Gajendra ki aankhein bhook se ghoom rahi thi. "Khubsurat, Shahida. Yeh 
boobs… kitne bhari, kitne pake. Aur yeh gaand, ,.' ne tumhe bari rehmat di hai." 

Pehli baar, hallway ke crack darwaze se yeh sab dekh kar mera lund sakht ho gaya. Pant mein
 ek na-chahiye si khichav, khada ho gaya. Woh bhi tab nahi roki jab usne chumban shuru kiya. 






Main sharminda tha — gehri, jalta hua khud se nafrat. Yeh meri maa thi, ,.' ke liye, hamare
 ghar mein sharminda aur behkaya ja rahi thi. 

Mera jism kyon react kar raha tha? Jaise mujh 
par bhi wohi asar ho, koi andheri taqat jo na-chahiye chahat jagaa rahi thi. Kya yeh haram 
ka nasha tha? Ya wahi shaitan? Main bechain hua, use rokne ki koshish ki, lekin aankhein 
wahi thami rahi. 

"Ab bistar par chadho," Gajendra ne hukm diya, awaaz bhaari. Maa dheere se maani, bistar 
par charhi aur peeth ke bal let gayi, taangein band, baanh seene par, aakhri parda ki koshish
 mein. 

Woh do dilon mein thi — chehre par bechaini, lekin aankhon mein wohi garam chamak,
 jaanghen ek doosre se dabayi hui jaise pyaas ko rok rahi ho. Woh abhi bhi chup thi, chhat ko 
ghoor rahi thi, shayad dil hi dil mein dua maang rahi thi. Main chahta tha woh ruk jaye, 
cheekhe, kuchh bhi kare is paagalpan ko khatam karne ke liye 

Yeh sab dekh kar mera dil toot raha tha, lekin main wahan se harkat nahi kar pa raha tha. 






"Kyon itni chup ho, Shahida?" Gajendra ne poocha, bistar ke kinaare baithte hue. "Kya mujhe
 andar bulaane ka afsos ho raha hai?" Woh thoda sa sir ghumayi. 

"Main… darr rahi hoon. Yeh
 main nahi hoon. Lekin tumhare baare mein sochne se ruk nahi pa rahi." Usne muskuraya, 
poora bistar par chadh gaya, uske upar jhuk kar. "Achha. Darr ko bhula doon tumhe." 

Usne dheere lekin mazboot tareeke se uski taangein kholi, ghutnon par haath rakhe, taangein 
alag ki taaki hari panty ka geela hissa saaf dikhe. 


"Gajendra, ruk jao," woh fisfisayi. "Koi rukna
 nahi," usne kaha. "Poori tumhe dekhna hai." Usne panty ki kamar mein ungliyan daali aur 
dheere dheere neeche kheechi — kamar se, jaanghon se, ghutnon se guzarte hue, aakhir mein 
ek taang se latak kar gir gayi. 

Main ne aankhein band kar li — maa ki choot dekhne ke liye tayyar nahi tha, yeh meri 
masoomiyat par sabse bada hamla tha. Lekin wohi ajib si bechaini ne aankhein khol di. Mujhe
 dekhna tha, poora dhoka dekhna tha. Aur woh khoobsurat thi, haram tareeke se: saaf kaati 
hui kaali baal, gulabi aur sooji hui honth, choot se geela chamak raha tha, clit moti ki tarah 
jhalak rahi thi. 

"Behad khoobsurat," Gajendra ne dheeme se kaha. "Tumhari choot ek hunar hai, Shahida." Woh
 laal ho gayi. "Aise mat dekho." Usne sir jhukaya, jeebh nikaal kar uski choot chaati — neeche
 se shuru karke clit tak ek dheemi, lambi chaat. Maa ke jism mein current daud gaya, peeth
 bistar se uth gayi. 

"Aaahhh! Oohhh Gaaajeeendraaa aaaiiii ooaaiiiii" woh karahi, haathon ne 
chadar pakad li. Usne phir chaata, clit ke ird-gird gol gol jeebh ghumayi, phir dheere se choosa.
 "Oohhh… he Bhagwan," woh saans rokte hue boli, kamar aapne aap uth rahi thi. Usne aur
 gehraai, jeebh choot ke andar daali, uska ras chakha. "Itna meetha ras, jaise haram ke chhatte
 ka shahad." Maa zor se karahi, "Oohaahhh… Gajendra, bahut ho gaya." 

Usne nahi roka, balki ek ungli andar daali, phir do, ungliyan mod kar andar ki deewar ko ragda,
 woh sensitive jagah ko chheda. 

"Mehsoos hai? Ab tumhe cheekhna hai." Usne zor se ragda, 
andar-bahar, angutha clit par gol gol. Maa ki karahen tez hoti gayi, "Aaahhh! Oohhh haan… aur
 gehra." Uska jism tadap raha tha, taangein kaanp rahi thi, sukh ki lehren badh rahi thi. 

Phir woh seedha hua, pant ki zip kholi aur apna lund nikala — mota, nasa wala, chahat se sakht.
 Usne lund ko uski choot par ragda, sar geele honthon ke beech se guzarta hua. "Mere liye tayyar
 ho?" "Gajendra, hum nahi karna chahiye…" 

Lekin usne dhakka nahi diya. Ek dhakke mein andar
 ghus gaya, dheere dheere. Maa cheekhi, "Aaahhh! Gaajeendraa ruk jao ruk jao oohhhhh" — lekin
 dard mein nahi, sukh mein. 

Woh virodh nahi kar rahi thi; main jaanta tha woh chahti thi, kamar uski taraf uth rahi thi. Choot 
ka ras lund ko raah dikha raha tha, usse poora andar le rahi thi jab tak woh poora andar nahi 
ghus gaya, uske balls uski gaand se takra gaye. "Itni tight, Shahida. Jaise mere liye bani ho." 

Usne andar-bahar shuru kiya, pehle dheere, phir rhythm banaya. "Mehsoos hai? Hussein ne
 tumhe kabhi itna nahi bhara hoga." Maa karahi, "Oohhh… bahut achha lag raha hai, lekin yeh 
karna galat hai." 

Usne use sharminda kiya, aur gehra dhakka maara. "Galat? Ab tum meri randi ho na? Bimari 
wale shohar ko dhoka de rahi ho." Bistar hilne laga, har zor ke dhakke se cheekhta hua. Maa ki 
karahen lambi hoti gayi, "Aaahhh… oh Gajendra, aaahhh aaahhh pleeassee… lekin yeh galat hai,
 aaahhh!" Usne aur zor se choda, headboard deewar se takra raha tha. "Le lo, _ randi.
 Yeh hi to tum chahti thi." 






Ek dam maa ka phone baja — raat ke iss waqt sirf abbu ka ho sakta tha. Maa ki aankhein dar se 
phail gayi. "Ga… Gajendra please ruk jao… yeh Hussein hai, mera shohar call kar raha hai." Usne 
haath hilaya, dheeme karne ka ishara kiya. Lekin Gajendra ne shaitani muskurahat di, rukne 
ke bajaye dheeme lekin gehre dhakke marne lage. 

"Uthao. Use sunne do." Maa ne hichkichahat 
ke saath phone uthaya, saans phoolte hue boli. "Hello? Hussein… aaahhh aaaiiii. Haan jaan, main
 ghar par hoon." Gajendra ne chodna jari rakha, lund andar-bahar hota raha. 

Main yakeen nahi kar pa raha tha — maa abbu ko dhoka de rahi thi, jhooth bol rahi thi jab doosra 
mard uske andar tha. "Kaisa mehsoos kar rahe ho? Dawai ka asar hai?" usne poocha, awaaz mein
 karah rokne ki koshish. "Aaahhh… sorry, bas… khich rahi hoon, oohhh… din bhar thak gayi." Abbu
 ne shayad karahon ke baare mein poocha. 

"Nahi kuchh nahi… aaahhh, bas muscle mein khichav, 
oohaahhh… theek ho jaungi." Usne honth kaat liye, aankhein peeche mud gayi jab Gajendra ne 
gehra dhakka maara. "Main bhi tumse pyar karti hoon… shab bakhair." Phone phenk diya. 

Gajendra ne bahar nikala, use palat kar doggystyle mein kiya. "Ab ghutno par." Maa ne maan liya, 
gaand upar, choot khuli hui. Usne lund poora andar daala, jhuk kar uski peeth par chumban kiya. 

Maa (karahate hue, Gajendra ke gehre dhakke ke saath, veil thoda tedha, taangein bistar par
 khuli): Oohhh… Gajendra please… yeh bahut galat hai… ahhh… 

Gajendra (muskurate hue, kamar pakad kar zor zor se dhakke marte hue): Chup kar, Shahida
, tumhari pakiza chhoti randi. Tumhari tight _ choot mere lund ko aise pakad rahi hai 
jaise ***** ke liye bani ho. Aur gehra le, tum jaanti ho tum apne Khuda ko dhoka de kar yeh
 pasand kar rahi ho. 

Maa (saans rukte hue, aankhein band, gunah aur sukh mein): Nahi… mmm… main nahi kar sakti
… yeh haram hai… oh Khuda maaf karna… ahh… 

Gajendra (lund ko dheere bahar nikalta hua, uska geela lund choot se nikal kar ras ki dor bana 
raha): Dekho, ab bahar nikaal raha hoon. Yeh dekho — tumhara ras mere lund par. Lekin arey, 
yeh kya? (jhuk kar, gaand ke ched ko dheere se kholta hua) Tumhari chhoti si gaand mujhe aankh 
maar rahi hai. Itni gulabi aur sikudi, veil ke peeche chhupi. 

Maa (awaaz kaanpti, taangein band karne ki koshish lekin kamzor): Gajendra ruk jao! Wahan
 mat dekho… please, yeh ganda hai… ahh… mera mazhab iski ijazat nahi deta… main deendar
 _ aurat hoon, roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti hoon… yeh mere imaan ke bilkul khilaf 
hai… 

Main wahan khada dekh raha tha, bahut sharminda mehsoos kar raha tha. 






Gajendra (dheeme se hanste hue, chehra gaand ke ched se kuchh inch door): Haha, imaan? Tumhari 
deendar? Tum ghutno par randi ki tarah baithi ho, Shahida. Aur qareeb aata hoon — (lambi saans 
le kar soonghta hai) mmm, tumhari gandi gaand ki boo le raha hoon. Gunah ki boo hai na? Yahi se 
tumhari tatti nikalti hai, tumhari pakiza randi. Subah toilet par baith kar yahin se sab kuchh bahar 
karti hogi. 

Maa (jism kaanp raha, sharm se siskari): Oohhh… nahi, mat soongho… bahut sharam aa rahi hai… 
mera shohar ne bhi kabhi wahan nahi dekha, usne to chhoda bhi nahi… mmm… please Gajendra,
 rehem karo… yeh mujhe bahut sharminda kar raha hai… 

Gajendra (phir gehri saans le kar, naak lagbhag skin se lagate hue): Rehem? Ek dhokebaaz veili ke 
liye? Tumhari gaand ki khushboo aa rahi hai, Shahida — mitti jaisi, gandi, bilkul tumhari chhupi 
khwahishon ki tarah. Yahi se tum apna halal khana nikaalti ho. Socho agar tumhara imam jaan jaye
 ki uski nek behan ek kafir ko apni tatti wali jagah soonghne de rahi hai. 

Maa (karahate hue, aankhon mein sharam ke aansu): Ahhh… ya ,.'… yeh beizzati hai… main 
bahut sharminda hoon… ruk jao, yeh ek aurat ke liye theek nahi… ohh… mera imaan… maine kabhi
 itna ganda kaam nahi kiya… 

Gajendra (zor se soonghte hue, awaaz nikaal kar): Bahut achhi boo aa rahi hai tumhari gaand se,
 bimaar shohar ke peeche taangein faila kar. Sniff sniff — ahh, yeh khatti khatti boo tumhari tatti 
wali jagah se. Yeh tumhara sabse ganda hissa hai, Shahida, jahan se sab gandagi nikalti hai. Abaya 
ke neeche tum bas ek jhoothi toilet ho. 

Maa (awaaz toot rahi, kamar aapne aap hil rahi): Mmm… bas karo… yeh mujhe barbaad kar raha hai
… please meri izzat socho… ahh… mere bachche bhi mujhse munh mod lenge agar jaan jayenge… 
bas khatam karo aur chale jao. 

Gajendra (aakhri lambi saans le kar, phir thoda peeche hata kar uska laal chehra dekhta): Izzat?
 Tumne woh tab kho di jab mera maal nigla tha. Mmm, ek aur gehra soongh — haan, yahi woh jagah
 hai jahan se roz tatti nikalti hai. Tum bas ek tatti karne wali, ,,., padhne wali munafiq ho, 
Shahida. Kaisa lag raha hai jaan kar ki ek padosi jaise main tumhari sabse gandi boo ka maalik ban
 gaya? 

Maa (siskate hue, ek haath se chehra chhupate hue): Ahh… nahi… please ruk jao… main yeh sharam
 bardasht nahi kar sakti… oh Khuda… 

Maa karahi, "Oohhh… sambhal ke." Phir usne lund ko phir se choot par lagaya aur zor se andar daal 
diya. Usne be-rukawat choda, kamar gaand par thapad mar rahi thi, gaand ke golaiyan har dhakke 
se hil rahi thi. Uske boobs jhool rahe the, bra ke andar nipples sakht. "Aaahhh! Zor se… oohaahhh, 
bahut achha lag raha hai." "Le lo, Shahida. Tumhari gaand kitni khoobsurat hil rahi hai." 






Meri zindagi sach mein toot gayi yeh dekh kar — ghar bikhar raha tha, imaan chhoot raha tha. 
Ab Gajendra bistar par leta tha, lund khada. "Aao, mere upar chadho, meri khubsurat." Maa, ab 
bhookhi aankhon se muskurati hui, us par chadh gayi. "Nahi karna chahiye, lekin… mujhe zaroorat
 hai." 

Usne khud lund ko pakda, choot ke muh par lagaya aur dheere baith gayi. "Oohhh… itna bhara
 hua." Usne chadhna shuru kiya, tez tez, kamar ghumati hui, upar neeche. "Haan, aise hi… aaahhh,
 tum bahut bade ho." "Zor se chadho, Shahida. Apni chahat dikhao." 






Phir Gajendra karaha, "Main jhadne wala hoon." Maa ghabra gayi, "Andar nahi! Please." Lekin usne
 neeche se tez dhakke marte rahe. Aakhir mein maa uthi, lund bahar nikaala. Woh khush hokar 
jhad gaya, "Aaahh… haan!" sab uske pet par gir gaya. Dono gir pade, chumban karne lage — gehra, 
joshila, jeebh ek doosre mein, haath paseene wali khaal par. 

Raat ki hawa unke jism ko thanda kar rahi thi jab woh jakde hue lete the, saansein mil rahi thi. 
Maa ne ungli se uske seene par lakeer khinchi, pehle ki bechaini ab sukoon mein badal gayi thi. 

"Gajendra, humne kya kar diya?" woh fisfisayi, lekin halki muskurahat ke saath. Usne use aur qareeb
 kheench kar maatha chuma. "Humne kuchh sachcha paya hai, Shahida. Afsos mat karo." Unke honth
 phir mile, is baar dheeme, haram rishte ka maza lete hue. 

Main palat gaya, yeh manzar dimag mein jalta hua, sochta hua ki kya hamara ghar kabhi theek ho
 payega. 

Lekin kuchh minute baad unke chumban phir gehre ho gaye, haath dheeme dheeme ghumne lage. 
"Ab tum aur meethi lag rahi ho," Gajendra ne gardan par fisfisaya, halka sa kaat te hue. Maa dheeme 
se hanasi — woh awaaz itni ajnabi thi ki mera pet aur mor gaya. "Ruko, phir shuru kar doge." Lekin 
woh peeche nahi hati, ungliyan uske baalon mein phir rahi thi. 

"Shayad yahi chahti hoon," usne mazak 
kiya, use peeth ke bal palta, jism ek doosre se chipak gaye. Chumban garam ho gaya, jeebh ek doosre 
ko chakh rahi thi, chhoti karahen nikal rahi thi. "Shahida, tum nashili ho," usne chumban ke beech 
kaha. "Ek aisi dawa jo chhod nahi sakta." Woh saans le kar boli, "Aur tum meri kamzori ho… lekin iss
 waqt yeh bahut sahi lag raha hai." 

Woh thodi der ke liye alag hue, ek doosre ki aankhon mein dekhte hue. "Batao," Gajendra ne kaha, 
haath uski jaangh par pherte hue, "jab maine pehli baar madad ki thi tab kya tumne yeh socha tha?" 
Maa ne hichkichahat ke baad kaha, "Nahi… lekin bill, dukaan — tumhari madad ne mujhe kheench
 liya. Aur ab…" 

Woh chup ho gayi, use phir se kheench kar chumban kiya, honth naram aur zid bhare. Kamra unke pyar
 ki awaazon se bhar gaya — dheeme chhote chumban, fisfisahate lafz. "Meri khoobsurat _
 baighairat," usne kaha, jisse woh laal ho gayi. "Aisa mat kaho," woh halke se roki, lekin aur gehra
 chumban kiya. 

Jaise jaise woh aage badhe, maa ka haath uske jism par neeche gaya, uski muscles ko chhute hue. 
"Tum bahut mazboot ho… bilkul alag…" Woh ruk gayi, gunah ka ehsaas aaya, lekin Gajendra ne 
chumban se chup kara diya. "Tulna mat karo. Ab sirf hum hain." 

Unke gale aur qareeb aaye, jism jaise chumbak ki tarah jud gaye. Main aur nahi dekh saka, lekin 
awaazein mere kaanon mein goonjti rahi — unki hanasi aur saansein milti hui, chadar ka
 sar-sarahat jab woh hilte the. "Ek aur chumban," maa ne khelte hue kaha, lekin woh ek nahi, 
kayi ho gaye, ek silsila jo unke rishte ko aur mazboot kar raha tha. 

 

[Deepak_bull]

Shukriya doston, main sach mein bahut khush hoon aapke replies dekh kar kyunki ye saboot hai ki aap log story ko pasand kar rahe ho. Agla update bahut zyada interesting hone wala hai, kuch nayi narrations hain jo aapka dimag hila denge!

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 14



Kya meri mom kabhi wapas apni paak aur deendaar maa ban 
payegi, ya woh kabhi nahi badlegi??





Gajendra ke peeche darwaza band hone ki awaaz ke baad ghar mein ek ajeeb sannata chha gaya, 
sirf door se raat ke traffic ki halki goonj sunai de rahi thi. 


Main hallway ke andhere mein chhup gaya, dimag mein uljhan aur dar ka toofan uth raha tha. 
Abhi drawing room mein kya ho raha tha? Kya maa ne use sirf baat karne ke liye andar aane diya,
 ya phir wahi purana silsila shuru ho gaya? 

Uska thoda sa hatna, Gajendra ki aankhon mein woh 
junoon — sab kuchh pet mein ubaal ki tarah mehsoos ho raha tha. Main aur jasoosi nahi kar saka;
 raat ke yeh raaz pehle hi mujhe kaafi zakhmi kar chuke the. 

Chupke se main apne kamre mein chala gaya, darwaza dheere se band kiya jo meri tanhai ko aur 
gehra kar gaya. Kamra chhota aur jaana-pehchaana tha, deewaron par football sitaron ke purane
 poster kinare se utar rahe the, ek akeli bulb se halki garam roshni mere bigde bistar par pad rahi
 thi. 

Main gaddi par gir pada, spring cheekh uthi, aur chhat ko dekhta raha jahan dararein makdi ke 
jaal ki tarah faili hui thi — jaise meri zindagi ke toote tukde. Thakan mujhe kheench rahi thi, lekin 
neend bahut door thi. Iske bajaye ek anjaan jazba utha — woh purana tanav jo jism mein badhta 
tha, jiski zaroorat nikalni padti thi. 

Yeh raat ke bhayanak manzaron se nahi tha; woh to mujhe sunn aur ghin bhara chhod gaye the. 
Maine ladne ki koshish ki, muthi band ki, saans par dhyaan diya, dil hi dil mein dua padhi taaki is 
waswase ko door kar sakun. 

“Main yeh nahi kar sakta,” maine budbudaya, karwat badli, kuchh aur
 sochne ki koshish ki — padhai, football, aane wala Eid ka jashn. 

Lekin haar maan li; dimag Jabir ki girlfriend Rani ke paas chala gaya, aur godam mein hum dono
 ke gunah bhare kaam ki yaad. Uska jhukna, jism ka dheela padna, woh dheemi karah jo woh daba
 rahi thi — sab kuchh wapas aa gaya, woh sharmnaak aag jaga di. 

Jis tarah maine uski gaand maari thi. Uski tatti mere lund par lagi hui jab main uski gaand mein 
dhakke maar raha tha. 

Maine haath pant ke andar daala, pehle dheere dheere hilaya jab Rani ka laal chehra, uski mana 
karne ki awaaz jo baad mein manzoori mein badal gayi, soch raha tha. 

Lekin asal mein woh nahi 
thi jo yeh sab karwa rahi thi; andar se yeh maa aur Gajendra ki wajah se utha tha. Dhoka, uljhan —
 yeh sab andhera jazba ban kar nikla, dard ko is gande tareeke se mehsoos karne ka. 

Jitni tez hilaya, utni hi gunah ki lahar aayi. Main kaisa beta hoon? Maa ke dhoke ki soch kar muth 
maar raha hoon? Main sabse bura beta lag raha tha, ganda aur sharminda, jaise koi laanat mujhe 
mila ho jo rishton ko ganda bana deti ho. 

Maine bahut zor se muth maari, bilkul sharam nahi rahi. Jaldi saaf kiya, chehra takiye mein 
chhupaya, aur maafi ki duaen maangi. 

Aakhir neend ne mujhe apne haathon mein le liya, tooti-phooti aur darawne sapnon wali. 

Subah ki roshni patli pardaon se andar aayi, maa ko neend se jagaya. Woh bistar mein hilti hui uthi,
 chadar uske charon taraf uljhi hui thi jaise toofan ka saboot. 

Kamre mein hawa garam aur bhari thi, sex ki boo — paseena, jazba, aur woh ghane rishte ki
 khushboo jo raat bhar jism ke saath thi. Yeh boo takiyon, chadar aur deewaron mein ghul gayi thi,
 kamra jaise lut gaya ho. Maa ne naak sikodi, gandagi ki lahar uthi. 

Kyon? Kyunki yeh uska shadi-shuda bistar nahi tha jahan abbu ke saath pyar aur halal rishte mein
 waqt guzarta tha; yeh raat thi jab woh temptation ke aage jhuk gayi, jism Gajendra ko diya jo 
uske waade, imaan aur ghar ke khilaf tha. 

Woh gandi mehsoos kar rahi thi, jaise gunah uski khaal
 mein ghus gaya ho, nazar nahi aata lekin hamesha ke liye nishaan chhod gaya. 

Subah kisi aur mard ke saath uthna aur ajeeb tha — pet mein ek ghabrahat. Gajendra wahan leta 
tha, halki saans ke saath kharrate le raha tha, chaati chadar ke neeche upar neeche ho rahi thi, 
chehra sukoon mein tha. 

Woh umar mein 50 ke akhir mein tha, namak-mirch baal, mazboot jism, 
lekin neend mein woh kamzor lag raha tha. 

Maa ne usse der tak dekha, dil mein pachtawa aur thodi si mohabbat ka mila jula ehsaas. Yeh kaise 
hua? Sirf baat karne aaya tha, phir chumban, phir zyada, hospital ka junoon ghar tak aa pahuncha. 

Usne neeche dekha — abhi bhi woh gulabi scarf sar par dheela, kal ka hara bra aur panty, ab uljha
 hua aur jagah se hata hua. Lace uski khaal mein gadh raha tha, yaad dilata tha ki kitni jaldi unhone
 kapde utare the, junoon ne hoshiyari ko hara diya. Uska bhara hua jism, bra se ubhre seene aur
 kamar, chadar ke neeche bhi nanga sa mehsoos ho raha tha. 

Bistar ke kinare baith kar maa ne sir jhukaya, haathon ko jod kar dua maangi. “O God, mujhe
 paak kar,” woh zor se boli. “Mera dil aur jism is gunah se saaf kar. Maaf kar mujhe raaste se
 bhatakne ke liye. Mujhe shaitan ki awaaz ke khilaf mazboot bana.” 





Lekin jab main apne kamre mein leta tha, baad mein jab woh mujhe dekhne aayi aur main sota hua
 ban raha tha, woh duaen sahi nahi lag rahi thi. Maa hamesha deendar thi, humein ,,., padhati thi,
 halal haram ki yaad dilati thi. 

Phir bhi raat bhar zina karne ke baad dua maang rahi thi? Yeh nakli lag raha tha, jaise zakhm par 
bandaid laga rahi ho jo khud baar baar kholti ho. Kyon paaki maang rahi thi jab kaam indulgence ke 
the? Yeh mujhe aur uljha raha tha, meri maa jo main poojta tha aur ab jo aurat main dekh raha tha 
— dono mein gehra faasla ban gaya. 

Dua ke baad maa chupke bistar se uthi, Gajendra ko na jagane ke liye. Bathroom gayi, thande tiles ne 
nange pairon ko jhatka diya. Shower khola, garam pani jharne laga, bhap se chhota kamra bhar gaya. 
Akele mein gehre khayal ubhar rahe the jaise pani ke saath nali mein ghoom rahe the. 

“Main kya kar rahi hoon?” woh chupke soch rahi thi, jism ko zor zor se ragad rahi thi jaise Gajendra 
ka chhuna mita sake. “Mera shohar Hussein bimaar hai, zindagi se lad raha hai, aur main yahan… kisi 
aur mard ke saath. Kis liye? Shukriya? Tanhaai? Gajendra ne bill, dukaan ki madad ki — haan, lekin yeh
 keemat bahut zyada hai. Yeh haram hai, meri rooh barbaad kar raha hai. 

Phir bhi… uski meherbani, uski taakat… jo Hussein abhi nahi de sakta, woh kami bhar deta hai.” Gunah
 aur bahaana mila hua tha, aansu pani mein mil rahe the. 

“Mujhe rukna chahiye. Mere bete ke liye, 
mere maa-baap ke liye, mere deen ke liye. Lekin kaise? Woh zid pe hai, aur mera ek hissa… kamzor
 ho jata hai.” Woh pani ke neeche der tak khadi rahi, saaf jawab ki talaash mein jo aasani se nahi mila. 

Bahar nikli, taza lekin abhi bhi pareshan. Kapde badle aur soch samajh kar chuni — ya aisa lag raha 
tha. Ek laal resham satin dress pahni, bina aasteen, jism se chipki hui, seene aur kamar ko aur ubhaar
 deti hui. 

Subah ke ghar ke liye yeh dress bahut tight aur thodi chunauti wali thi, ghutne ke upar rukti 
hui, roshni mein chamak rahi thi. 

Baad mein maine dekha to hairan hua — yeh dress kyon? Maa roz ke kaam ke liye abaya ya salwar
 kameez pasand karti thi. Kya yeh aaram ke liye thi? Ya raat ke jazbe ka asar, auratpan ki yaad? 

Phir woh kitchen mein gayi, jaise kuchh hua hi nahi. Bartanon ki khanak, masala ki siskari — biryani
 ya chapati jo bhi bana rahi thi. Pyaaz katna, chai chalana — sab kuchh purana andaaz. Yeh normal pan
 mujhe aur uljha raha tha; kaise woh sab theek dikha rahi thi? 

Jeera aur lahsun ki khushboo gunah ki
 boo chhupa rahi thi, lekin mujhe pata tha. Yeh sirf dhong tha, gunah ko dabane ki koshish. 

Maa pehle mujhe dekhne aayi, darwaze par halki thapki di. Main sota hua bana, aankhein band, saans
 ek samaan, uska saamna nahi karna chahta tha. 

Woh thodi der khadi rahi, haath se mera maatha
 sehlaya. “Soo ja beta,” woh dheeme se boli, phir darwaza band kiya. Daada-daadi ke kamre mein bhi 
gayi — dheere se andar, daada par chadar theek ki, daadi jo hil gayi lekin jaagi nahi. 

“Ooh main kismat wali hoon, sab abhi so rahe hain,” woh soch rahi thi, rahat ki saans li. Usne socha 
kisi ko pata nahi — der raat ka aana, dheemi awaazein, band darwaze ke peeche junoon. Ghar apne
 raaz chhupa raha tha, ya woh umeed karti thi. 

Kitchen wapas aayi, nashta banaya — taza parathe, anda, chai. Phir hairat ki baat — ek plate aur banayi,
 dhyan se lapeti. Yeh Gajendra ke liye? Mera dil doob gaya jab main darwaza thoda khol kar dekha. 

Mujhe pata tha maa padosiyon ki madad karti thi — Ramzan mein khana baantti thi, boodhon ki khabar 
rakhti thi — lekin yeh alag tha, yeh pyar wala andaaz tha. Kya kal sapna tha? Ek hissa abhi bhi inkaar
 kar raha tha, lekin har cheez bahut saaf thi — darwaze ki khat khat, uska andar aana, uska rukna. 

Maa bedroom mein wapas gayi, Gajendra jaag raha tha. “Yeh kha lo jaane se pehle, main nahi chahti 
tum yahan ruko, meri maa aur mera beta yahan hain,” woh dheeme se boli, plate side table par rakhi.
 Gajendra utha, aankhein ragdi, chehre par muskurahat faili. 







“Shahida, tum mere liye bahut achchi ho. Kal raat… lajawab thi.” Usne use kheench kar chhota sa 
chumban diya, haath kamar par ruk gaya. “Nashte ke liye aur sab ke liye shukriya.” Maa sharma gayi,
 dheere se alag hui. “Jaldi karo, peeche ke darwaze se jao. Koi nahi dekh sakta.” 

Baad mein jab Gajendra peeche ke darwaze se nikal gaya, maa mujhe nashta laayi. Main bahar baitha 
tha, porch ki seedhiyon par, sadak dekh raha tha jahan zindagi normal chal rahi thi — bacche khel rahe
, thele wale chillate hue. Woh tray le kar aayi, laal dress hil rahi thi. 

“Beta, yeh lo — garam hai to
 kha lo,” uski awaaz garam thi lekin thodi ghabrahat wali. Haath thoda kaamp rahe the jab tray rakhi, 
aankhein idhar udhar, lambi nazar nahi milayi. 



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“Shukriya, maa,” maine kaha, paratha ka tukda muh mein daala taaki normal lage. “Abbu ka kal raat
 kya haal tha? Hospital se koi khabar?” Woh mere paas baith gayi, dress theek ki. “Woh theek hai, 
doctor umeed kar rahe hain. 

Main der tak thi, lekin… aaram ke liye ghar aayi.” Shabd soch samajh kar 
the, lekin ungli mein angoothi ghumana, darwaze ki taraf dekhna — sab kuchh bata raha tha. Woh
 kuchh bahut bada chhupa rahi thi, gunah andar ubal raha tha. 

“Achcha hai. Tum thaki hui lag rahi ho. Sab theek?” maine dheere se poocha, uski harkat dekh raha tha.
 “Haan, bas wahi fikrein. Bill wagairah. Lekin Gajendra — uncle Gajendra — ne bahut madad ki hai. 
Waise, kal raat koi awaaz suni? Hawa tez thi.” Sawal aam tha, lekin awaaz thodi phat gayi, tasalli ki
 talaash mein. 

“Nahi, main to gehri neend mein tha,” maine jhooth bola, muskurahat di. “Yeh paratha bahut tasty
 hai, hamesha ki tarah.” 

Woh thoda relax hui, kandhe par haath rakha. “Kha lo beta. Aur abbu ki sehat ke liye dua karna.”
 Humne chhoti chhoti baatein ki — meri padhai, padosi ki nayi gaadi — lekin uski hansi nakli thi, 
aankhein andheri. 

Yeh normal pan sirf chehra tha, kinare se toot raha tha. 

Us din baad mein maa ke baare mein uljhan mujhe kha rahi thi. Main kabhi uska yeh chehra nahi 
dekha tha — chhupana, yeh dress, kisi aur mard ke liye nashta. Jaise ek raat mein woh ajnabi ban 
gayi ho. Mujhe jawab chahiye the, kuchh samajhne ka tareeka. 

Tab mujhe Kunal yaad aaya, mohalle ka woh ajeeb aadmi jo kehta tha usse raaz dikhte hain. Woh 
chhoti dukaan chalata tha jahan jadi-bootiyan aur cheezein bechta tha, lekin asli kaam tha uska 
crystal ball wala falit. Log kehte the woh bhavishya dekh sakta hai, chhupay raaz khol sakta hai. 

Bechain hokar main wahan chala, bazaar ki bheed mein se guzarta hua jahan khane ki khushboo aur
 dhuein mil rahe the. Kunal ki dukaan andheri thi, agarbatti ki boo bhari hui. 

Usne mujhe jaante 
hue sir hilaaya, lambi daadi aur pagdi se raaz bhara chehra. “Ah, chhote bhai. Dil ki pareshani? Ya
 ghar ki?” usne cushion ki taraf ishara kiya. 

Main: (andhere kamre mein dakhil hote hue, agarbatti ki boo bhari) Hello? Kya yeh Kunal falit wale
 ka ghar hai? Maine suna aap woh cheezein dekh sakte hain jo doosre nahi dekh paate. 

Kunal: (table se upar dekhte hue, tarot card aur chamakta crystal ball ke saamne, pagdi ke neeche
 muskurahat) Ah, swagat hai, chhote khojkar! Haan, main hoon Kunal, jo taqdeer ke parde mein 
jhankta hoon. Aao, mere saamne baitho. Aaj roohen bechain hain — kya baat laaye ho mere chhote 
se ghar? Dil ki takleef shayad? 

Main: (jara hichkichate hue baithte hue, haathon se khelte hue) Haan, kuchh aisa hi. Dimag bahut 
uljha hua hai. Ek cheez baar baar sochta hoon, andar se kha rahi hai. 

Kunal: (aage jhukte hue, dheemi awaaz mein) Dimag ek badi bhooolbhulaiya hai, mere dost. Batao, 
kaunse saaye tumhare khayalon mein ghoom rahe hain? Dil khol kar bolo — taare sunte hain, lekin
 faisla nahi karte. 

Main: (gehri saans le kar, awaaz dheemi) Meri maa ke baare mein. Unka naam Shahida hai. Woh… ek
 mard ke saath thi, naam Gajendra. Hamara padosi. Matlab, usne… uske saath rishta banaya. Main
 yakeen nahi kar pa raha. Sab kuchh sar par chadh raha hai. 

Kunal: (aankhein phail kar, mombatti girate girate) Kya? Tumhari maa — Shahida, ek _ aurat?
 Kisi aur mard ke saath? Hey bhagwan, yeh… hairat ki baat hai! Mere khayalon mein bahut raaste dekhe
 hain, lekin us jaisi deendar aurat ka yeh raasta? Aur batao, beta. Yeh kaise hua? Roohen kehti hain yeh
 aag haram wali hai. 

Main: Sab ganda hai. Woh hamesha sahi thi, veil, roz ,,.,. Lekin ab… Gajendra ke saath? Mujhe nahi
 pata kaise shuru hua, lekin sach hai. Mujhe bas samajhna hai kyon. 

Kunal: (sir hilaate hue, abhi bhi hairan) Ek _ maa ka yeh jazba? Poora aalam hil gaya hoga! Tum
 mujhse kya chahte ho, chhote? Uski wajah ka raaz? Ya is rishte ka bhavishya? 

Main: Pehle yeh ki mujhe kaise pata? Maine ek baar suna, phir woh cheezein dekhi jo nahi dekhni chahiye 
thi. Phone pe sandesh, chupke nikalna. Bahut zyada ho gaya. 

Kunal: (halke se hanste hue, aankhon mein shararat, mood halka karne ki koshish) Ah, dil ke chhup-chhup 
ke raaste! Chori chori ki awaazein aur nazrein — jaise purane qisse. Lekin afsos, ek nek aur izzat wali 
aurat jaise Shahida, padosi ke saath bistar garam kar rahi hai? Tsk tsk, imam behosh ho jayenge! Waise bhi
 taqdeer sabko ghuma deti hai. 

Main: (gusse se) Mere liye mazaak nahi hai. Yeh meri maa ki baat hai. Woh ghar ki buniyaad honi chahiye,
 yeh nahi. Main has nahi sakta. 

Kunal: (serious hote hue, maafi maangte hue) Maaf karna, khojkar. Mera mazaak andhere se bachne ka
 zariya hai jo roz dekhta hoon. Tum sahi ho — yeh badi baat hai. Chalo gehrayi mein jaate hain. Tumne 
uski asliyat ki baat ki. Kya matlab? Uske andar ka sach, jo parde ke peeche chhupa hai? 

Main: Bilkul. Mujhe apni maa ki asliyat jaanna hai. Ab woh kaun hai? Wohi aurat hai jo main jaanta tha, 
ya kuchh hamesha ke liye badal gaya? 

Kunal: (chehra serious, haathon ko crystal ball ke upar rakhte hue) Theek hai. Parde hatega. (Haath ball ke
 upar ghumate hue, dheeme mantar padhte hue) Ae purane darshan ke gole, Shahida ki rooh ke taar dikha! 
Dhund chhanta de, sach chamka de! (Crystal ball halki neeli roshni se chamakne lagi, andar taare ghoom
 rahe the) 





Main: (aage jhukte hue, aankhein badi) Wah, sach mein chamak raha hai… 

Kunal: (gehri awaaz mein, aankhein adhi band jaise trance mein) Dekho… uski shuruaat dikhti hai. Shahida
 gunahgar nahi paida hui, woh buri aurat nahi. Nahi, woh nek raaste par chali, imaan ke bagiche ki kali. 
Wafadar biwi, pyari maa, paanch waqt ki ,,., jaise aasman mein agarbatti. Subah-e-Mecca jaisi paak. 

Main: Yeh wahi maa hai jo mujhe yaad hai. Phir kya hua? 

Kunal: (jaadu wali awaaz mein jaari) Badlaav… dheere dheere aaya. Ek kamzori ka lamha. Hospital ka daura 
shayad? Shohar ke aas paas bimaari ka saaya. Aur wahan… Gajendra aata hai. Pehla gunah — chhupa hua
 chumban. Woh… ghutno par baith kar uska muh liya. Wohi mod tha, jahan uski raksha tooti. 

Main: (hairan hokar peeche hata) Ruko, kya? Tumhe blowjob ka kaise pata? Maine to bataya nahi! Yeh 
bilkul wahi tha jo pehle hospital mein hua… Kya tum mere dimag padh rahe ho? 

Kunal: (raaz bhari muskurahat ke saath, neeli roshni tez) Crystal sab dekhta hai, chhote. Woh woh raaz 
bhi kehta hai jo tum chhupate ho. Darna mat — roohen nishpaksh hain. Aage bataun? 

Main: (hakkalate hue, dil tez dhadak raha) H-haan… bolo. Lekin yeh bahut ajeeb hai. 

Kunal: (trance mein wapas, awaaz goonjti hui) Ab gehrayi… orb saaf dikha raha hai. Haan! Shahida par 
ek rooh ka saya hai — lust ki rooh, jo paak ko ganda banati hai. 

Main: Saya? Kaise? Jaise koi jin ya kuchh? 

Kunal: (gambhir hokar, ball neeli dhadkan ke saath) Sirf jin nahi, yeh hawaas ki rooh hai. Yeh kamzor dil 
walon par hamla karti hai, nek auraton ko hawaas ka bartan banati hai. Yeh waswase kehti hai, haram ke
 jazbe ko bhadkati hai. Tumhari maa lad rahi hai, lekin har gunah ke saath yeh mazboot hoti ja rahi hai. 

Main: Lekin yeh uske andar kaise aayi? Kya pehle se thi? 

 

Kunal: (paas aate hue, aankhon mein roshni chamak rahi) Aah, woh shuruaat... woh pehli baar hui thi jab
 usne Gajendra ko muh mein liya, pati ke saath dhoka diya. Us pal mein ruh ne mauka pakad liya. Gunah
 darwaza kholta hai—zina, haram mohabbat. Ruh ko ganda karta hai, aur woh aur zyada mangti jaati hai,
 jaise pyaas jo kabhi bujhati nahi. 

Main: Yeh bahut bura hai. To isliye ki usne dhoka diya aur gunah kiya, yeh ruh usmein ghus gayi? Lekin 
woh _ hai—kya uska imaan uski hifazat nahi karta? 

Kunal: (siskari lete hue, jaadu thoda toot gaya) Imaan to dhaal hai, lekin dhaal bhi fitne mein toot sakti
 hai. Yeh ruh gandagi par palti hai, nekpan ko riya-kari bana deti hai. Ab batao—tum uske liye kya chaahte 
ho? Wapas normal hone ko? 

Main: Haan! Main apni maa ko kaise wapas normal kar sakta hoon? Is ruh ko nikaalne ka koi tareeqa hoga. 

Kunal: (sir dheere se hilate hue, neeli roshni kam hui) Afsos, talib, jab yeh andar ghus jaati hai to aasani
 se nahi jaati. Tumhari maa kabhi poori tarah apne purane roop mein nahi lautegi. Yeh ruh chhaya ki tarah
 chipak jaati hai; woh ise hamesha saath rakhegi, roz uske fisfisfaahat se ladegi. 

Main: Hamesha? Aisa nahi ho sakta. Mujhe is ruh ke baare mein aur batao. Yeh hai kya cheez? Kahan se 
aati hai? 

Kunal: (peeche jhuk kar, thodi se dhaari pakadte hue) Yeh ek purani taqat hai, insaani khwahishaaton 
ke barbaad se janmi. Kuchh ise fitne ka jinn kehte hain, kuchh jism ka lanat. Yeh dhoke ke kaamon se 
ghus jaati hai, har haram milne se badhti hai. Maalik ko be-qarar bana deti hai, gunahon ki taraf 
kheenchti hai, jaise jaal jo aur kasa jaata hai. 

Main: To maa ise kaise roke? Ya ise rokne ka koi tareeqa hai? Koi rasam hogi shayad. 

Kunal: (awaaz gambhir ho gayi) Ilaj... yeh maut laata hai, dost. Ruh ko nikaalne ke liye use kisi doosre 
patre mein bhejna padta hai, jo uske qareeb ho. Shayad... tumhare abbu mein. Lekin khatra hai—woh
 unhe hamesha bimar bana degi, unki jaan ki taqat khaati rahegi. 

Main: Kya? Abbu mein bhej do? Woh to unhe mar dalegi! Bilkul nahi, main yeh nahi kar sakta. Yeh ilaj
 nahi—mashkil se bhi bura hai. 

Kunal: (samajhdaari se sir hilaate hue) Main tumhari aankhon mein khauf dekhta hoon. Bahut log aise
 raaste thukra dete hain. Socho, talib. Ruhon ko tawazun chahiye; ek rooh ki azaadi doosri ki qaid ke
 badle. 






Main: Main... main baad mein aaunga. Mujhe sochne ka waqt chahiye. Lekin agar main faisla kar loon,
 to kya yeh mere haath mein hai? Kya main uske liye chun sakta hoon? 

Kunal: (dheeme se hanste hue) Nahi, chhote. Yeh faisla tumhare haath mein nahi, Shahida ke haath 
mein hai. Use ruh se muqabla karna hoga, uski tasleem karni hogi, aur tabhi transfer chun sakti hai.
 Tum raah dikha sakte ho, lekin parda uske liye uthana hoga. 

Main: Lekin agar woh nahi chaahegi? Woh itna badal chuki hai. Hum use baat kar sakte hain, sab kuchh
 samjha sakte hain. Shayad zyada ,,., padhein, ya kisi imam se milein? 

Kunal: (sir jhukaate hue) ,,., taqatwar hai, lekin yeh ruh sirf lafzon par hansti hai. Yeh inkariyat par 
palti hai. Agar woh apne gunah qubool kar le, shayad ise thoda kamzor kar sake. Lekin transfer hi woh
 ek sachcha bhagaane ka tareeqa hai jo meri roohani tasveeron mein dikha. Batao, kya tumne usse is
 rishte ke baare mein baat ki? 

Main: Nahi, main kaise kar sakta hoon? Yeh bahut awkward hai. Woh inkar kar degi. Lekin ab yeh ruh
 jaanne se baat badal gayi. Shayad main bina bataaye hint de sakta hoon. 

Kunal: (hoshiyari se muskurate hue) Ahmiyat ki samajh. Ghar ka rishta nazuk hai; dheere chalna. Ruh 
tumhari dakhal ko mehsoos kar sakti hai aur use Gajendra ki god mein aur zor se dhakel sakti hai. 

Main: Yahi to dar lag raha hai. Ek baat aur—kya meri maa ab randi ban gayi hai? Is wajah se? 

Kunal: (soch kar ruk kar) Nahi, asal mein nahi. Shahida asliyat mein randi nahi hai. Woh ek aurat hai jo
 fas gayi hai. Lekin usmein Asmodea ki ruh basta hai—isse purane naam se lust ki ruh kehte hain. Yeh us 
par mask ki tarah peheni hai, use aisa behave karwaati hai, lekin uski asli rooh neeche lad rahi hai. 

Main: Asmodea? Kabhi suna nahi. To woh poori tarah gum nahi hui? Bina abbu ko nuksaan pahunchaye
 umeed hai? 

Kunal: (kanch ka gole thoda chamka) Umeed isi roshni ki tarah jhilmilati hai. Asmodea rukne wali nahi,
 lekin mohabbat—ghar ki mohabbat—kabhi kabhi ise bhookha rakh sakti hai. Use paakpan se gher lo,
 usko uski jadon ki yaad dilao. Lekin khatra hai, talib; dakhal karna khatra bulawa hai. Jab taare phir 
milenge tab aao. Abhi shaanti se jao. 

Main: Shukriya, Kunol. Yeh mujhe sochne ke liye bahut kuchh de gaya. Agar haal aur kharab hue to 
main wapas aaunga. 

"I see... ek aurat jo hui hai. Jinn se nahi, balki randi-pan ki ruh se, jaise tum kehte ho. Fitne ki fisfisahat,
 use mana cheezon ki taraf kheench rahi hai. Yeh chhoti chhoti shuruaat karti hai—chumban, chhuan—
lekin agar na roka jaaye to badhti jaati hai. Tumhari maa lad rahi hai, lekin kheench bahut mazboot hai.
 Khayal rakhna, dekhna bhi ise tummein bhi khilaati hai." 

Yeh padhne ne mujhe thanda kar diya. Jab main ghar ja raha tha, dopahar ki dhoop tap rahi thi, lekin
 mere khayal toofan bhare the. 

Kunal ke shabd goonj rahe the: randi ruh ka kabza? Yeh sach lag raha tha, aur tukde jod raha tha—maa ke
 badlao, dress, Gajendra. Kya yeh haqeeqat hai, ya kamzori ki majaz? Aur dekhne ki warning—kya yeh 
meri khwahishaaton ko samjhaati hai? 

Main jaane-pehchane nazaron se guzra—masjid jahan hum ,,.,
 padhte the, park jahan Jabir aur main guzarte the—lekin sab ganda lag raha tha. Humare ghar mein 
kyon? Kya abbu ki bimaari ne gunah ke darwaze khol diye? 

Tab kuchh khench raha tha—ek andaza, ya shayad Kunol ka jaadu baaki tha. Seedhe ghar ki jagah main
 Mr. Ravi ke makaan ki taraf mud gaya, yeh jaanne ko majboor ki aunty Nafisa wahan hai ya nahi. 

Shaam
 ke saaye lambe hote ja rahe the jab main peeche ki galiyon mein jhuk kar chhupa, kanton wale akasiya
 mere baazu cheerte the, mitti mere kadmon talon mein uth rahi thi. Main kharab film ka jasoos jaisa 
lag raha tha, dil tez dhadak raha tha—utsaah aur dar ke saath. 

Uske sadhe bungalow ke kinare par pahunch kar main jhaadi ke peeche se dekha—aur hairat se yeh 
ittefaq hua. Nafisa darwaze par khadi thi, dheeme se dastak de rahi thi, idhar udhar ghabra kar dekhti 
hui. Us par sadgi bhara kala abaya tha, lekin uski harkat raazdari cheekh rahi thi. 

Unhone yeh plan kiya
 hoga; jaise woh apna wazan badal rahi thi, ghadi dekhti thi—yeh koi aam milna nahi tha. 

Aur usi pal maine socha ki Nafisa mein bhi wohi ruh basta hai, bilkul jaise Kunol ne maa ke liye bataya
 tha. Yeh uske uncle Karim ke saath dhoke ko samjhaata tha, mazhab ke bahar ke aadmi ke saath milne 
ko. 

Nafisa idhar udhar dekhti rahi, raaste ko taaki karti rahi, honth kaat rahi thi ghabrahat mein. "Jaldi 
karo, Ravi," woh dheeme se boli. Aakhir darwaza khula, Mr. Ravi sambhal kar bahar jhaanka. 

"Tum itne der kyon lage?" Nafisa ne fufkaate hue kaha, jaldi se andar ghus gayi. 





"Log mujhe yahan khada dekh lete to? Kya tum chahte ho poora mohalla baat kare?" Ravi ne darwaza 
band kiya, dheeme se hansta hua use gale lagaya. 

"Maaf karo, meri jaan. Main nahane mein tha, tumhare liye taiyaar ho raha tha. Tum jaanti ho main 
kitna intezaar karta hoon in lamhon ka." Uske haath uski peeth par ghume, use aur kareeb kheenchte hue. 

Woh thodi pighli, lekin dheeme se daanti. "Intezaar? Tumne to mujhe dil ka daura dila diya. Agar Jabir 
jaldi ghar aa jaata? Ya koi padosi dekh leta? Humhe zyada sambhalna padega, Ravi. Yeh khel nahi hai." 
Phir woh ghar mein gaye, usne darwaza band kiya. 

Usne uske maathe par chuma, phir honthon par, chumban gehra hua. "Main jaanta hoon, Nafisa. Lekin 
jab tumhare saath hota hoon, duniya gayab ho jaati hai. Tumhara shauhar door, meri biwi gaon mein—
yeh hamara waqt hai." 

Jab woh chumban kar rahe the, uski ungliyan uske abaye ke button kholne lagi, dheere se utaar kar 
neeche ka bhura panty aur bra dikha diya. Woh madad ki, kapda utaara, jism ek doosre se dab gaye, haath
 ghum rahe the—uske haath uski jhulon par, uske haath uski shirt pakde. 






Main aur dekhna nahi chahta tha; yeh manzar gandi aur jaankaari wali ehsaasaat jaga raha tha. Kunol ne 
warning di thi: jitna zyada dekhoonga, utna sharminda nahi rahunga, gunah ko aam samajhunga, shayad
 khud hi usmein ghus jaunga. 

Jaise aag ko khurak dena—voyeurism ka shuruaati chingaari moral ko kha jaane wale toofan mein badalti
 hai. Dekhna hadd ko mita deta hai, mana ko normal bana deta hai, dekhne wale ko rooh mein shamil
 kar deta hai. Main peeche hata, lekin jaankaari ne mujhe ghar ke doosre taraf kheench liya, jahan parda
 thoda khula tha. 

Jhaank kar dekha to phir hairat hui: Jabir ki maa Nafisa ab nangi bistar par, Mr. Ravi par sawar. Woh upar
 neeche ho rahi thi, chhatiyan har dhakke ke saath uchhal rahi thi, uska lund uski chut mein gehra ja
 raha tha. 

Kamre mein unki aahen goonj rahi thi—uski khushi ki saansein, uski koshish ki siskiyaan. Woh aage jhuki,
 use bhookhe andaaz mein chuma, kamar gol ghuma rahi thi, ehsaas ko kheench rahi thi. Pasina unki
 khaal par chamak raha tha, bistar zor se chillata tha. 

Nafisa par gussa umad aaya, haalaanki woh rishtedaar nahi thi. Woh kaise kar sakti hai? Apne ghar, apne 
imaan ke saath dhoka, is budhe ustaad ke saath? Yeh personal laga, Jabir ke dard se juda. Aur cheezein
 khul rahi thi—woh gandi baatein fisfisati thi, 






"Zyaada gehra, Ravi, mehsoos karao," jabki woh uski gaand dabata, uski raftaar ko guide karta. Mujhe 
Jabir par taras aaya; pehle uski girlfriend Rani ko gaand mein choda, ab uski maa Nafisa, asli randi, poori
 tarah lust ke hawale. Kunol ne kaha tha agar ruh poori tarah qabza kar le to aurat Nafisa jaisi ho jaati
 hai—be-qaid, bina pachtaye sukh talash karti. 

Tab maine chupke se qasam khayi: main apni maa par aisa kabhi nahi hone doonga. Poori tarah nahi. Jo 
bhi usmein basta hai, main usse ladunga. Main chal pada, aur dekh nahi saka, raat poori tarah gir chuki 
thi, taare aasmaan par chamak rahe the. 

Ghar jaate hue kadam dhilaane laga; jaana nahi chahta tha 
kyunki ab ghar randikhana lagta tha. Kyon? Daadi ka Suraj ke saath rasoi mein chumban, maa ka kal raat
 Gajendra ke saath zina—ghar ki paaki jagah gunahon se maili ho gayi. 

Hamara ghar pehle pavitra tha, maa ki mojoodgi se nekpan ka aashiyana, ab gand ki boo aati hai, har
 kone mein sex ki khayali boo latakti hai. 

Mujhe pata tha maa der se aayegi, abhi bhi hospital mein abbu ki dekhbhaal kar rahi hogi. Ek andheri
 gali se shortcut lete hue main hamare darwaze par pahuncha—jaise ummeed thi, taala laga tha. Jaise hi 
chabi nikaal raha tha, saamne Gajendra ke ghar ki taraf dekha—aur hairat se jam gaya. 

Maa wahan thi uske saath darwaze par, haath uske baazu par, kuchh kehte hue dheeme se sir hilati hui. 
Us par resham jaisi neeli dress thi jo jism ko shaandaar andaaz mein lapet rahi thi, halka neela scarf 
kandhon par. Usne use andar bulaya, haath uski peeth ke neeche rakha, darwaza band hua. 

Mujhe nahi pata woh kya karne wala tha—baat? Aur kuchh? Shayad usi bistar par chodega? Aur kyon maa
 hamesha mana karne ke baad bhi uske ishaare qubool karti hai? 

Subah paakpan ki dua maangi thi, rokne
 ki qasam khayi, phir bhi jaise patanga aag ki taraf kheench li gayi. Yeh takraar mujhe kha rahi thi, 
main andhere mein khada raha, chabi haath mein bhool gaya. 




 

 

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This episode is not so exciting and erotic as we had expected. We had hoped  and expected to read the first sex encounter between Shahida and Gajendra in details but we are really disappointed as we couldn't watch the first sex encounter in details. Please flashback this episode of the first sex encounter between Shahida and Gajendra in details. Otherwise this story will lose its appeal to the readers.

Don't worry, the details will arrive in bit by bit. Because this is a comprehensive story, it contains different plots, scenes and chapters, just like any other story should be. If we decide to write just about Shahida and Gajendra, then the story will lack creativity and will feel repetitive. Repetition will then bore the viewers and readers.

Other readers will be curious to know what is going on with other characters in the story, just like a movie. Therefore, the story has to touch each and every angle and connecting the dots. Readers want new ideas, storylines and narrative.  However, the main protagonist remains Shahida and Gajendra, two interfaith lovers.