Adultery Pyaari Mummy ko mausa ne fasaya

[Ruchika_Fantasy]

Mera naam Rahul hai, aur meri umar 19 saal hai. Aaj main aapko jo kahani sunane ja raha hoon, ye pichle hi saal ki baat hai. Humari ek choti si, simple si family hai—mere Papa, Mummy, mera bada bhai aur main.

Hum log Thane city mein rehte hain, jo Mumbai ke bilkul paas hai. Humara wahan ek 2BHK apartment hai, jahan hum sab saath rehte hain. Mere Papa (54 years old) ka apna ek restaurant hai, aur sach kahun toh wo apne kaam mein itne zyada doobe rehte hain ki unhe khud ke liye bhi waqt nahi milta. Subah nikalte hain aur aksar aadhi raat ko hi ghar laut-te hain; unka schedule hamesha busy hi rehta hai.

Mera bada bhai 22 saal ka hai aur filhal wo Bangalore mein rehta hai. Wo wahan apna PG (Post-Graduation) course complete kar raha hai, toh ghar par uska aana-jaana kam hi rehta hai.

Ab aate hain meri Mummy par. Wo 48 saal ki hain aur ek simple housewife hain. Unka nature bahut hi zyada shant aur seedha-saadha (meek) hai; wo kabhi kisi se oonchi awaaz mein baat tak nahi karti. Unki duniya bas humare ghar aur parivaar ke aas-pass hi simti hui hai.
Agar unke mayke ki baat karun, toh Mummy apne 3 behno aur 2 bhaiyon mein sabse badi hain. Aaj sabki shaadi ho chuki hai aur sab apni-apni life mein settle hain. Mummy ek bahut hi humble aur middle-class family se aati hain, jahan unhone bachpan se hi zimmedariyan nibhana seekh liya tha. Shyad isi wajah se unke andar wo tehraav aur saadgi aaj bhi barkarar hai.

Ye puri kahani tab shuru hui jab meri Mummy ki doosri behen ke pati, yaani mere Mausa ji, humare ghar aaye. Sach kahun toh meri Mausi ki shaadi ek aise insaan se hui thi jo bas naam ka mard tha—ek number ka bad-tameez (jerk) insaan.

Wo 47 saal ke the, lekin unki harkatein bilkul bachkani aur ghatiya thi. Ek toh wo had se zyada kaam-chor (lazy) the aur upar se unki personality kafi bhaari-bharkam (huge) thi, jo hamesha doosron par haavi hone ki koshish karte. Unka sabse bada masla tha unki bad-zubani (loudmouth) aur akad. Isi abrasive nature ki wajah se unhone apna poora business dubo diya tha aur market mein unka bhaari karza (huge debts) ho gaya tha.

Unka lalach yahan tak tha ki unhone na sirf mere parents aur parivaar ke baaki logon se paise thage the, balki kuch aise khatarnak aur galat logon (bad people) se bhi udhaar le rakha tha jo paise vasoolne ke liye kisi bhi had tak ja sakte the. Unka humare ghar aana hamesha kisi naye tufaan ka ishara hota tha.

Jab unke len-daaron (creditors) ne unka peecha karna shuru kiya aur unke ghar par ja-jakar hungama karne lage, toh unki halat kharab ho gayi. Roz-roz ki us harassment (pareshani) se bachne ke liye unhone apna hi ghar chhod diya. Ab unke paas rehne ke liye koi thikana nahi bacha tha, toh unhone aakhirkar mere Mummy-Papa ko contact kiya.

Wo phone par girgirane lage, bheekh mangne lage ki bas kuch dino ke liye unhe humare ghar par chupne (hide) ki jagah mil jaye. Mere parents ko pata tha ki ye aadmi museebat hai, lekin rishtedaari ki wajah se unhone mana-mann (reluctantly) haan keh di. Unhe laga shayad kuch hi dino ki toh baat hai.

Unhi dino mere college ki summer breaks chal rahi thi, isliye main pura din ghar par hi hota tha. Mujhe bilkul andaza nahi tha ki unka humare ghar aana humari shanti ko kaise bhang kar dega. Wo bhari-bharkam sharir wala insaan jab humare chote se apartment mein dakhil hua, toh mahol hi badal gaya.

Wo der raat ko apna ek bada sa suitcase aur thoda bahut saaman lekar humare ghar pahuncha. Jab wo ghar ke andar aaya, toh uska chehra bahut hi fake (dikhawati) tarah se udaas aur majboor dikh raha tha. Usne mere mummy-papa ke samne hath tak jod diye, unka itna dhanyawad kiya jaise wo koi bahut bada ehsan kar rahe hon. Usne bade bade waade kiye ki wo jald se jald apne sabhi wrongdoings (galtiyon) ko sudhaar lega aur apna karza chuka dega. Wo baatein toh badi meethi kar raha tha, par uski aankhon mein wo chalaaki saaf dikh rahi thi.

Chunki mere bade bhai ka kamra khali tha, isliye humne use wahi shift kar diya. Mere room mein ek spare bed tha jo bhai ka hua karta tha, wahi uske sone ki jagah ban gayi. Jab wo us kamre mein gaya, toh aisa laga jaise usne apni saari pareshaniyan humare ghar mein hi chhod di hon. Mujhe tab toh nahi pata tha, par wo raat mere ghar ki us shaanti aur sukoon ki aakhri raat thi.

Shuru ke kuch din toh bilkul waise hi beete jaise humne socha tha. Uncle apne purane rang mein hi the—wahi lazy aur aalsi behavior. Wo din bhar ghar ke andar hi chipke rehte, ya toh TV par news channels dekhte rehte ya phir Mummy ke saath baith kar faltu ki baatein karte. Mummy, jo ki swabhav se bahut bhali aur seedhi hain, wo unse thodi-bahut baat kar leti, shayad isliye kyunki wo rishtedaar the.

Main un dino apne summer break ki wajah se zyada bahar nahi nikal raha tha. Mere room mein laptop par kaam karte hue ya internet surfing mein mera zyada waqt beet raha tha. Main koshish karta tha ki main unse zyada baat na karun, isliye main apne kamre ka darwaza aksar band rakhta tha. Tab mujhe ehsaas nahi hua, lekin ab peeche mud kar dekhta hoon toh lagta hai ki wo un dino bas mauke ki talaash mein the. Ghar ka wo mahol, jo pehle itna sukoon-bhara hota tha, ab unki maujudgi se dheere-dheere ek ajeeb sa suffocating (dum ghutne wala) hone laga tha.

Unhe ghar mein aaye hue aath din ho chuke the. Ek dopehar ka waqt tha, bahar garmi apne charam par thi, aur ghar mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Main apne kamre mein tha, aur Mummy kitchen mein dopehar ka khana banane mein busy thin.

Hamare ghar ka architecture aisa tha ki mera room bilkul kitchen ke bagal mein hi tha. Main apne laptop par kuch kaam kar raha tha, lekin tabhi meri nazar un par padi. Maine dekha ki Uncle dabe paon uth kar kitchen ki taraf gaye. Wo kitchen ke darwaze par ja kar khade ho gaye aur Mummy se baatein karne lage.

Us waqt kuch ajeeb sa laga mujhe—shayad unke baat karne ka lehja ya unka us tarah akele mein kitchen mein ja kar khade hona. Main wahan se unhe saaf dekh sakta tha, lekin wo shayad is baat se anjaan the ki main unhe notice kar raha hoon. Maahol mein ek aisi chuppi thi jo kuch gadbad hone ka sanket de rahi thi.

Pichle kuch dino mein, Mummy aur Uncle ke beech baaton ka silsila kafi badh gaya tha. Sach kahun toh, main shuru mein in cheezon par zyada dhyan nahi deta tha; mujhe lagta tha ki chalo, rishtedaar hain, thodi bahut baat-cheet toh hogi hi. Main apne laptop aur apni duniya mein itna busy tha ki mujhe unki baaton se koi matlab nahi hota tha.

Lekin, kabhi-kabhi jab main galti se unki baaton ki awaaz sun leta, toh pattern samajh mein aata. Uncle ka wahi purana style tha—khud ki baad-bahaduri (boasting) haankna, jaise wo abhi bhi koi bahut bade businessman hon aur unke paas duniya bhar ki tricks hon. Aur wahan Mummy thi, jo shayad akela-pan (loneliness) mehsoos kar rahi thin, wo unse share karti thin ki kaise Papa ke kaam ki wajah se wo aksar ghar par akeli reh jati hain aur unhe kitna bore aur udaas mehsoos hota hai.

Unki wo baatein mujhe kabhi-kabhi ajeeb lagti thin. Mummy ka wo dard batana aur Uncle ka usse fayda utha kar apni "kahaniyan" sunana—ye cheez dheere-dheere ek ajeeb sa unease (bechaini) mere mann mein paida kar rahi thi. Jaise ki wo Mummy ki is emotional kamzori ko badi baariki se note kar rahe the.

Aaj kuch alag hi mahaul tha. Usse pehle ki wo kitchen ki taraf gaya, wo seedha mere room mein aaya. Main apne purane routine mein mast tha—laptop par PUBG khel raha tha aur kaano par headset laga hua tha, isliye mujhe uske aane ki aahat tak nahi hui.

Gaming ki us intensity mein main itna dooba hua tha ki mujhe aas-paas ki duniya ka koi khayal nahi tha. Game ke shor aur headset ki vajah se main ek alag hi zone mein tha, bilkul be-fikr. Main wahan screen ki taraf dekh kar goliyaan chalane mein busy tha, jabki meri peeth uske taraf thi. Mujhe tab ye bilkul nahi pata tha ki wo mere room mein kya kar raha hai ya kya dekh raha hai—wo wahan khada ho kar mujhe observe kar raha tha, ya shayad kuch aur hi soch raha tha.


Us pal, main sirf ek game khel raha tha, lekin mujhe andaza nahi tha ki main ek real-life situation ke kitne kareeb hoon.

Jab maine screen ke reflection mein ya thoda side hokar use dekha, toh maine ise ignore karna hi behtar samjha. Mujhe laga shayad bas paani-waani lene aaya hoga ya kisi cheez ki talash mein. Lekin mere dil mein ek halki si katar si uthi.

Main toh apne game mein laga hua tha, par meri nazar ke corner (side view) se mujhe wo dikh raha tha. Uske chehre par jo bhav (look) the, wo bahut hi ajeeb aur suspicious the. Wo aise dekh raha tha jaise koi shikaari apne shikaar ko observe karta hai. Wo bas khada ho kar ye note kar raha tha ki main kya kar raha hoon, kitni der tak screen mein busy rehne wala hoon, aur kya mera pura dhyan game par hai ya nahi.

Uska wo khade hone ka tareeka aur wo chup-chaap ghoorna mere skin ke neeche chubh raha tha. Jaise wo ye confirm kar raha ho ki "ab rasta saaf hai" aur main kisi bhi tarah se unke aur Mummy ke beech hone wali baatchit mein rukawat nahi banunga.

Jaise hi wo mere room se nikla aur kitchen ki taraf badha, mere mann mein ek ajeeb si chul machi. Tabhi maine notice kiya ki PUBG par mera koi bhi dost online nahi tha, aur game khelne ka wo flow bhi toot chuka tha. Jab mere paas koi excuse nahi bacha tha, toh maine apne headset ko side mein rakha aur laptop ko wahi chhoda.

Kuch toh tha—uske aane ka tarika, uska wo check karna ki main busy hoon ya nahi—jisne mujhe alert kar diya tha. Maine badi hi khamoshi se apne kamre ka darwaza halka sa khola, taaki kitchen mein ho rahi baatchit ko sun saku. Mere aur kitchen ke beech mein ek patli si deewar thi, aur wahan se har aahat saaf sunai de rahi thi.

Mera dil thoda tezi se dhadak raha tha, shayad isliye kyunki mujhe pata tha ki main kuch aisa sunne wala hoon jo shayad mujhe pasand na aaye. Ghar mein wo sannata ab aur bhi chubhne wala (suffocating) lag raha tha.

Main ab apne kamre ke darwaze ke paas khada tha, apni saansein roke hue. Kitchen se unki awaaz bilkul saaf aa rahi thi. Sabse pehle Uncle ki wo chep (annoying) si awaaz sunayi di, jo kisi kaam ke liye nahi, balki bas baat shuru karne ke liye thi:

“Sister, aaj kya bana rahi ho kitchen mein?” Mummy ki awaaz thodi dheemi aur seedhi thi, jaise wo bas ek sawal ka jawab de rahi hon: “Pomfret fish curry aur chawal bana rahi hoon.” Sunne mein toh ye ek normal baatchit lag rahi thi, lekin unki tone mein jo 'forced familiarity' thi, wo mujhe bahut chubhi. Jaise wo bas baat shuru karne ka koi bahana dhoondh rahe hon, aur Mummy, apne bhale swabhaav ki wajah se, unhe ignore nahi kar pa rahi thin. Mere andar ek gut-wrenching feeling hone lagi—jaise wo sirf khane ke baare mein nahi, balki us se kahin zyada kuch manipulate karne ki koshish kar rahe hon.

Uncle ki awaaz mein ek thodi banawati khushi (forced enthusiasm) thi, jaise wo kisi bade mauke ka intezaar kar rahe hon: “Wah, ye toh bahut hi badhiya hai! Pomfret toh mera favourite hai, aur mujhe toh mahino ho gaye hain ye dish khaye hue.” Mummy ne masoomiyat se jawab diya: “Mujhe pata tha, isi liye main aaj bazaar se ye lekar aayi. Kirti (meri Mausi) ne mujhe bataya tha ki tumhe ye kitni pasand hai.”

Sun kar mujhe andar hi andar gussa aur chidchida-pan mehsoos ho raha tha. Mummy ka bhola-pan yahan saaf dikh raha tha—wo toh sirf ek achi hostess banna chahti thin aur apne rishtedaar ka khayal rakh rahi thin. Lekin wahi dusri taraf, Uncle ka ye "favourite dish" wala comment mujhe bahut manipulative laga. Ye sirf khane ki baat nahi thi; wo Mummy ki unhi feelings aur kindness ka fayda utha rahe the jo unhe sabse zyada vulnerable banati thi.

Uncle ki awaaz mein ek banaawati udaasi aur akela-pan saaf jhalak raha tha, jaise wo kisi film ka koi tragedy scene play kar rahe hon: “Aahh, main sach mein unhe aur bacchon ko bahut miss kar raha hoon. Na main wahan ja sakta hoon, aur na hi wo mujhse milne aa sakte hain.”

Unka dar sach tha, ya bas ek natak—ye samajhna mushkil tha. Sach toh ye tha ki unhe darr tha ki unke ghar par un loan shark guys (vasooli karne wale gunde) ki nazar hai, jo unhe dhundh rahe the. Wo nahi chahte the ki unke ghar jaane se unki biwi aur bachon ki jaan khatre mein pade.

Lekin, ye sach bol kar wo Mummy ko ek emotional trap (jazbaati jaal) mein phasa rahe the. Unhe pata tha ki Mummy ka dil bahut mom jaisa hai, aur jab wo apne parivaar se door hone ka dukh jatayenge, toh Mummy unke liye aur bhi zyada naram pad jayengi. Main wahan door se ye sun raha tha, aur mujhe ghinn aa rahi thi ki wo kis tarah apni galatiyon ka harjana Mummy ki kindness se bharne ki koshish kar rahe the. Maahol mein ek ajeeb sa, toxic sa tanav tha.

Sachayi ye thi ki wo loan shark goons (paise vasoolne wale gunde) lagataar meri Mausi ke ghar ke chakkar kaat rahe the. Shukr hai ki un gundon ne abhi tak meri Mausi ke saath koi badtameezi nahi ki thi, aur wo abhi bhi thode "respectful" tareeke se pesh aa rahe the.

Mausi ne badi mushkil se unhe convince kar liya tha ki Uncle unhe chhod kar kahin chale gaye hain aur ab unka aapas mein koi contact nahi hai. Wo ek tarah se apni jaan bacha rahi thin, jabki yahan Uncle humare ghar mein aaram se baith kar fish curry ka intezaar kar rahe the.

Ye soch kar hi mera khoon khaul raha tha—Uncle yahan apni safety ke liye humare ghar mein chhupe hue the, aur wahan wo apni hi biwi aur bacchon ko un gundon ke aage akela chhod aaye the. Unka ye double-game saaf dikh raha tha. Wo na sirf apne zimmedariyon se bhaag rahe the, balki humein bhi ek aise dangerous situation mein ghasit rahe the, jiske baare mein humein khayal tak nahi tha.

Mummy ne badi dheemi aur thodi dabi hui awaaz mein jawab diya: “Main jaanti hoon... hum unki jaan khatre mein nahi daal sakte. Abhi tak toh ghar par sab kuch shanti-purvak (peaceful) chal raha hai, yahi bahut hai.”

Mummy ki ye baat sun kar mujhe gussa bhi aaya aur dukh bhi hua. Wo kitni innocent thi! Unhe zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki jise wo 'shanti' samajh rahi thin, wo asal mein ek tufaan se pehle ki khamoshi thi. Unhe lag raha tha ki wo ek family member ki madad kar rahi hain, jabki asal mein wo ek khatarnak shaks ko apne ghar ki char-diwari ke andar panah de rahi thin.

Mummy ka ye 'peaceful' wala illusion dekh kar mera dil baith gaya. Unhe laga ki sab kuch control mein hai, lekin mujhe saaf dikh raha tha ki ye rishta, ye ghar aur ye sukoon sab khatre mein tha. Mere kaano mein unki wo shant aawaz ab bhi goonj rahi thi, jo bina jane hi ek bahut bade badlav ka shuruat kar chuki thi.

Uncle ne thodi thami hui, dheemi aur 'sympathetic' (humdardi jatane wali) awaaz mein kaha: “Tum bilkul sahi keh rahi ho, lekin main sach mein bahut udaas, akela aur khali mehsoos kar raha hoon. Sister, kya main tumse ek baat seedhe-seedhe (straightforward) keh sakta hoon?”

Mummy ne masoomiyat se kaha: “Haan, bolo na, kya baat hai?”

Us pal, main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada tha, aur mujhe saaf mehsoos ho raha tha ki ye "straightforward baat" koi aam baat nahi hone wali thi. Ye wo point tha jahan wo Mummy ki vulnerability (kamzori) ka pura fayda uthane wale the. Unka ye tone—wo jo "sad" aur "lonely" hone ka natak kar rahe the—ye sab ek calculated scheme ka hissa tha.

Unka har shabd jaise kisi shikaari (predator) ki tarah tha jo apne shikaar ko phansane ke liye pehle uske jazbaaton se khelta hai. Mujhe samajh aa gaya tha ki wo Mummy ki is lonely aur emotional state ka ghalat istemal karne wale hain. Ghar ka maahol ekdum se badal gaya—ab ye sirf ek rishtedaar ki madat nahi rahi thi, balki kuch bahut disturbing (pareshan karne wala) hone wala tha.

Uncle ne thodi thami hui, dheemi aur 'predatory' awaaz mein kaha: “Sister, main apne andar bahut hi ajeeb aur uncomfortable mehsoos kar raha hoon.”

Ye sunte hi mere dimaag mein ghanti baj gayi. Wo Mummy ki compassion (daya) ka fayda utha kar unhe ek aisi conversation mein dhakel rahe the jo bilkul bhi normal nahi thi. Unka ye 'uncomfortable' hona koi shareerik takleef nahi thi, balki wo Mummy ko psychologically manipulate kar rahe the.

Mummy, jo har kisi ka bhala sochti hain, unhone pucha hoga, "Kya hua? Kya tumhe koi takleef hai?" Par unhe kya pata tha ki ye sirf ek bahaana tha unki boundaries ko cross karne ka. Ek aisi conversation jo kitchen mein shuru hui thi, ab ek dark turn le rahi thi. Main wahan deewar se chipka hua tha, mera gussa aur darr dono badh rahe the, kyunki mujhe saaf dikh raha tha ki wo Mummy ki innocence ko ek shield ki tarah use kar rahe the taaki wo unke aur kareeb aa sakein.

Mummy ne chinta bhari awaaz mein pucha: “Kahan par uncomfortable mehsoos ho raha hai tumhe? Kya tumhe bukhar (fever) hai ya kuch aur?”

Unka ye sawal sunkar mujhe aur bhi zyada frustration ho raha tha. Main wahan deewar ke uss paar khada tha aur mera mann kar raha tha ki main andar daud kar jaun aur Mummy ko kahu ki "Mummy, please, ye sab natak hai!" Lekin main bas wahi ruk gaya, kyunki main dekhna chahta tha ki wo aage kya kehte hain.

Mummy ka wo bhola-pan, wo caring nature... wahi toh Uncle ki sabse badi strength ban gaya tha. Unhe pata tha ki agar wo physical takleef ka bahana banayenge, toh Mummy unke kareeb aayengi aur unhe care dikhayengi. Uncle ne kitni chalaaki se us emotional void (khali-pan) ko ek medical emergency jaisa dikha diya.

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Uncle ne apni awaaz ko aur bhi dheema aur thoda "bechara" banate hue kaha, lekin Mummy ne use bilkul galat samajh liya. Mummy ne chinta mein pucha:
“Kahan par uncomfortable mehsoos ho raha hai? Kya tumhe bukhar (fever) hai ya kuch aur?”

Mummy ko laga shayad garmi ki wajah se ya tension ki wajah se unki tabiyat kharab ho rahi hai. Wo shayad unke paas jane hi wali thin unka sar check karne ke liye.  Lekin main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada samajh gaya tha ki Uncle ne ye jaal kitni khoobsurti se buna hai.

Mummy ka wo caring attitude hi unka sabse bada hathiyar ban gaya tha. Jab ek seedha-saadha insaan kisi ki madad karna chahta hai, toh wo aksar saamne wale ki dark intentions ko dekh nahi paata. Uncle ne jan-boojh kar aise words use kiye jo "double meaning" nikal sakein, taaki agar Mummy bura manein toh wo keh sakein ki "Mera matlab toh tabiyat se tha," aur agar Mummy naram pad jayein toh wo apni hadd paar kar sakein.

Uncle ne apni awaaz ko itna naram aur majboor bana liya jaise wo waqayi toot chuke hon. Unhone kaha:
“Dekho, gussa mat karna meri baat sun kar. Par tum toh jaanti hi ho, pichle kuch mahine humare liye kitne mushkil rahe hain... main lagataar bhaag raha hoon aur bahut zyada stress mein hoon.”

Ye unka ek bahut hi calculated move tha. Wo "Gussa mat karna" bol kar pehle hi Mummy ki zubaan band kar rahe the, taaki wo aage jo bhi kahein, Mummy use bura na maan sakein. Unhone apne 'stress' aur 'mushkil waqt' ka hawala dekar ek aisi emotional shield bana li thi jiske peeche wo apni ghatiya mansha (intentions) ko chhupa sakein.

Main wahan khade-khade mehsoos kar sakta tha ki kitchen ki hawa bhaari ho gayi hai. Mummy, jo pehle hi unpar taras kha rahi thin, ab aur bhi naram padne wali thin. Uncle ne badi chalaaki se apni financial failures aur bhagode-pan ko ek "emotional trauma" ka roop de diya tha, taaki wo Mummy ki hamdardi (sympathy) ka poora fayda utha sakein.

Yeh sunte hi mere kaano mein jaise sannaata chha gaya. Main sunn ho gaya tha. Uncle ne itni ghatiya aur shameless (besharam) baat itni aasani se keh di thi ki mujhe apni hi suni hui baat par yakeen nahi ho raha tha.

Uncle ne apni ghinoni mansha ko ab poori tarah nanga kar diya tha. Unhone kaha:
“Sirf yahan aane ke baad mera stress thoda kam hua hai. Aur ab... itne hafton se Kirti ke saath koi physical rishta nahi raha, toh mujhe lag raha hai jaise mere balls phat jayenge. Mujhe niche dard bhi ho raha hai.”

Kitchen mein ek aisi bhayanak khamoshi chha gayi jo kisi ka bhi dum ghot de. Wo insaan, jise humne apne ghar mein panah di, jo humare rishte mein 'Mausa' lagta tha, wo Mummy ke saamne khade hokar aisi vulgar aur disgusting baatein kar raha tha. Unhone 'fever' aur 'uncomfortable' hone ka jo natak kiya tha, wo sirf is gandi baat tak pahunchne ki ek sidhi thi.

Main apne kamre ke darwaze ke peeche khada kaanp raha tha—gusse se nahi, balki ek ajeeb se darr aur ghinn se. Unhone Mummy ki akelapan aur unki hamdardi ka fayda uthakar unhe ek aise mod par khada kar diya tha jahan unki izzat par aanch aa rahi thi. Wo ab sirf ek rishtedaar nahi, balki ek predator (darinda) ban chuke the jo apne hi biwi ki badi behen ke ghar mein mere papa jisko wo apna bada bhai kehta tha, uski patni ke saath aisi ghatiya harkat karne ki himmat kar raha tha.

Main wahan khada ka khada reh gaya, jaise mere paon zameen se chipak gaye hon. Mujhe apni kaano par yakeen nahi ho raha tha—Uncle, jinhe humne ek buzurg aur majboor rishtedaar samajh kar panah di thi, wo itne shameless (besharam) ho sakte hain?

Hamare culture mein, aur khaas karke ek maa ke saamne, aisi baatein karna koi soch bhi nahi sakta. Unka itna openly sex ke baare mein baat karna, wo bhi itne ghatiya alfazon mein, ye saaf dikha raha tha ki unka dimaag kitna ganda tha. Wo 'uncomfortable' aur 'stress' ka rona sirf ek rasta tha Mummy ko is perverted conversation mein kheechne ka.

Mujhe us waqt samajh aaya ki unki wo 'vinamrata' (politeness) sirf ek mukhauta thi. Wo hamare ghar ki shanti ka fayda utha rahe the aur Mummy ki shareef-zaadi ko unki kamzori samajh baithe the. Meri samajh mein nahi aa raha tha ki main andar ja kar unhe thappad maroon ya Mummy ke reaction ka intezaar karun.

Mummy wahi thithak kar reh gayi thin. Unka conservative nature aisa tha ki wo kabhi kisi se oonchi awaaz mein baat tak nahi karti thin, aur aise ashleel (vulgar) vishayon par baat karna toh door ki baat thi. Jab Uncle ne wo ghinoni baat kahi, toh kitchen mein ek aisi bhayanak khamoshi chha gayi jaise hawa hi ruk gayi ho.

Mummy ke liye ye sirf ek 'uncomfortable' moment nahi tha, balki unke pure character aur unki maryada par ek chot thi. Main soch bhi nahi sakta tha ki un par kya beet rahi hogi—wo sharam ke maare pani-pani ho rahi thin ya phir gusse se sunn pad gayi thin. Wo insaan jise wo abhi tak bechara samajh kar fish curry khila rahi thin, wo itna gir gaya tha ki unki izzat ki parwah kiye bina unke samne nanga khada ho gaya tha (lafzon mein).

Mujhe darr tha ki Mummy ka wo shant aur dabe-paon rehne wala swabhav kahin Uncle ko aur honsla na de de. Conservative log aksar aisi baaton par turant react nahi kar paate kyunki unhe samajh hi nahi aata ki itni ghatiya baat ka jawab kaise diya jaye.

Main wahan darwaze ke bilkul paas khada tha, apni saansein roke hue. Kitchen se ab koi awaaz nahi aa rahi thi—sirf ek bhayanak sannaata tha. Kyunki main unhe dekh nahi sakta tha, mera dimaag har tarah ke bure khayal sochne laga.

Mummy ka conservative nature hone ki wajah se mujhe dar tha ki shayad wo itni shock mein hain ki unke mooh se shabd hi nahi nikal rahe. Kya wo gusse se laal ho gayi hain? Ya phir wo sharam ke maare apni nazrein jhuka kar wahan khadi hain, ye soch kar ki unka apna bhai-samaan rishtedaar itna ganda kaise bol sakta hai?

Wo jo kitchen ki deewar beech mein thi, wo ab ek parda ban gayi thi jiske peeche shayad Mummy ka poora vishwas toot raha tha. Mujhe mehsoos ho raha tha ki mujhe kuch karna chahiye, lekin main bhi wahi sunn (frozen) khada tha, ye intezaar karte hue ki agla shabd kiska hoga. Wo jo Uncle ki "straightforward" baat thi, usne ghar ki poori energy hi badal di thi.

Yeh situation waqayi mein bohot disturbing ho gayi thi. Jab aap darwaze ke peeche se sirf sun rahe the aur Mummy ka chehra nahi dekh pa rahe the, toh wo khamoshi aur bhi zyada bhayanak lag rahi hogi.

Ek lambi, bhari khamoshi ke baad Mummy ne jawab diya. Unki awaaz kaanp nahi rahi thi, balki usmein ek sakhti aur thandak thi:

“Mujhe nahi lagta ki tumhe mujhse ye sab baatein discuss karni chahiye.”

Mummy ne apne conservative nature ke mutabiq bahut hi dignity ke saath ek lakheer (boundary) khinch di thi. Unhone seedha chillane ya jhagda karne ke bajaye, unhe unki aukat aur rishte ki maryada yaad dilane ki koshish ki. Unka ye kehna ki "I am not sure..." asal mein ek warning thi—ki wo apni hadd paar kar rahe hain aur Mummy ise bilkul pasand nahi kar rahi hain.

Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada thoda sukoon mehsoos kar raha tha ki Mummy ne unhe turant sheh (encouragement) nahi di. Lekin darr ab bhi tha. Uncle jaise manipulative log aksar aisi seedhi baaton ko "na" nahi samajhte, balki wo ise ek rasta samajhte hain aur aage badhne ka. Wo dekh rahe honge ki kya Mummy darr gayi hain ya wo waqayi gusse mein hain.

Uncle ne ab 'Gaslighting' ka sahara liya. Jab unki ghatiya baat par Mummy ne unhe toka, toh unhone turant maafi maangne ka natak kiya, lekin saath hi unhe guilty feel karane ki koshish bhi ki.

Uncle ne thoda udaas aur hairan hone ka dikhava karte hue jawab diya:
“I am sorry... lekin mujhe laga ki itne dino tak baat karne ke baad, ab tum meri ek kareebi dost (close friend) ban chuki ho.”

Ye unka sabse chalaak move tha.  Unhone dikhaya jaise galti Mummy ki hai ki unhone unki "dosti" ko galat samjha. Wo jata rahe the ki unhone ye gandi baat sirf isliye kahi kyunki wo Mummy par "trust" karte hain.

Main wahan khada soch raha tha ki kaise koi itni safayi se apni badtameezi ko "dosti" ka naam de sakta hai. Unhone Mummy ke conservative nature ko target kiya—unhe ye mehsoos karane ke liye ki shayad wo zyada hi strict ho rahi hain. Ye unka ek tarika tha Mummy ko confuse karne ka, taaki wo apni boundaries thodi dheeli kar dein.

Unka wo 'Close Friend' wala shabd mere kaano mein zeher ki tarah ghul raha tha. Wo rishte ki maryada ko dhire-dhire khatam karke ise ek alag hi rang dene ki koshish kar rahe the.

Mummy ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke jawab diya:
“Main tumhari dost hoon, lekin pehle, main tumhari bhabhi (sister-in-law) hoon.”

Ye ek sentence unki taraf se ek bahut bada full stop tha. Unhone saaf kar diya ki 'dosti' ka matlab ye nahi ki koi bhi maryada (boundaries) tod di jaye. 'Bhabhi' bol kar unhone unhe us rishte ki yaad dila di jiski wajah se wo aaj is ghar mein panah liye hue the. Wo jata rahi thin ki unka ye rishta izzat aur lihaaj par tika hai, na ki aisi ghatiya baaton par.

Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada thoda garv (proud) mehsoos kar raha tha. Mummy ne unhe unki aukat dikha di thi bina unki level par gire. Lekin saath hi mera darr bhi badh raha tha—kyunki Uncle jaise log jab ek raste se nakaam hote hain, toh wo aksar aur zyada aggressive ya manipulative ho jate hain.

Mummy ki is sakhti ke baad kitchen mein phir se wahi bhaari sannaata chha gaya hoga. Uncle ko ummeed nahi thi ki Mummy itni saaf-safayi se unhe tok dengi.

Mummy ka ye jawab sun kar main bilkul dangg reh gaya. Unka ye bolna unke conservative nature ke hisaab se kaafi bada aur bold kadam tha. Unhone bina kisi hichkichahat ke baat ko wahin khatam kar diya.

Mummy ne thodi sakhti aur thande dimaag se dobara kaha:
“Anyways, tum apni ye problem bathroom mein ja kar khud hi kyun nahi hal (take care) kar lete?”

Ye sunte hi kitchen mein jaise bijli gir gayi ho. Mummy ne itni saaf-safayi se unhe bata diya tha ki unka ye "emotional drama" aur "physical discomfort" ka bahana un par kaam nahi karne wala. Unhone bina kisi sharam ke unhe dikha diya ki wo unki asliyat samajh chuki hain aur unhe isme koi dilchaspi nahi hai.

Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada sunn tha. Mummy ne itni straightforward baat keh kar Uncle ke saare manipulative plans par pani pher diya tha. Ye unki taraf se ek saaf message tha: "Mujhe apni gandi baaton mein mat ghaseeto."

Us waqt mujhe laga ki ab Uncle shayad sharminda hokar wahan se nikal jayenge. Mummy ne unhe koi option hi nahi chhoda tha. Par saath hi, mujhe darr tha ki aisi be-izzati se kahin unka gussa na bhadak jaye.

Mummy ne jo kaha, wo sirf ek sujhav nahi tha, balki ek power move tha. Jab unhone kaha, "Tum apni ye problem bathroom mein ja kar khud hi kyun nahi hal kar lete?" toh unhone Uncle ke saare "emotional stress" wale naqab utaar diye.

Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada soch raha tha—kya Mummy waqayi itni strong hain, ya wo bas is ghatiya conversation ko jaldi se jaldi khatam karna chahti hain? Us kamre mein maahol itna tense ho gaya hoga ki Uncle ko samajh hi nahi aaya hoga ki ab kahan munh chhupayein.

Mummy ka wo jawab sun kar mera poora jism gusse aur hairani se tharra gaya tha. Main wahan deewar ke peeche khada yahi soch raha tha ki unhe toh chilla kar unhe ghar se nikal dena chahiye tha, par unhone itni ghinoni baat par unhe "advice" de di?

Unka unhe "bathroom" jane ke liye kehna, mere liye kisi sadme se kam nahi tha; aisa lag raha tha jaise unhone galti se unhe aur zyada "chhuth" ya honsla de diya ho.

Uncle, jo abhi tak "stress" aur "pain" ka dhong kar rahe the, unhe shayad Mummy se is thande lekin direct jawab ki umeed nahi thi. Par mera dil baith raha tha, kyunki mujhe lag raha tha ki is baat ne unke beech ki sharam ki deewar ko puri tarah gira diya tha. Mujhe darr tha ki Uncle is 'advice' ko unki manzoori na samajh baithein aur apni gandi mansha ko kisi aur mod par na le jayein. Main wahan khada bas yahi soch raha tha ki kya mujhe bahar nikal kar is ghatiya khel ko wahin khatam kar dena chahiye, ya abhi aur ruk kar dekhna chahiye ki ye baat kahan tak jati hai.

Mere dimaag mein bhi wahi sawaal ghoom raha tha ki ek conservative aurat, jo itni sharmili aur usoolon wali hai, wo itni ashlil baat par itni calmly kaise respond kar sakti hai? Aisa lag raha tha jaise unhone gusse ki jagah ek aisi practical baat keh di jisne us ghinoni situation ko aur bhi zyada 'weird' aur uncomfortable bana diya tha.

Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada kaanp raha tha. Mujhe darr lagne laga tha ki Mummy ka ye thanda andaaz kahin Uncle ko ye sanket na de de ki wo unse aisi baatein aage bhi kar sakte hain. Jab unhone 'bathroom' wali baat kahi, toh mujhe laga jaise unhone ek aisi deewar gira di hai jo kabhi nahi girni chahiye thi. Ek taraf unka shant rehna unki majboori lag rahi thi—shayad wo darr rahi thin ki agar wo chillayin toh ghar ka maahol tamasha ban jayega—lekin doosri taraf unka ye bolna mere liye bilkul hazam kar pana mushkil tha. Wo sannaata jo uske baad kitchen mein chha gaya, wo itna bhari tha ki lag raha tha jaise hawa mein zeher ghul gaya ho.

Uncle wahan khade kya soch rahe honge? Kya unhe laga ki Mummy unki baaton mein dilchaspi le rahi hain, ya wo unki is 'straightforwardness' se darr gaye? Mere dimaag mein bas yahi chal raha tha ki ab mujhe andar jana chahiye ya nahi.

Uncle ke ye shabd sunte hi mere dimaag mein jaise koi dhamaka hua ho. Woh insaan ab saari hadein paar kar chuka tha. Usne na sirf apni ghinoni mansha zahir ki, balki ab woh Mummy ko bhi usi gande kicchad mein kheechne ki koshish kar raha tha. Usne itni himmat dikhayi ki Mummy ke "akelepan" ka mazaak udate hue unhe apna "saathi" batane laga.

Mera khoon khaul raha tha jab usne kaha, “Mujhe laga tum meri mushkil samajh paogi, kyunki tum bhi toh bilkul waisi hi situation se guzar rahi ho.”

Ye sun kar mujhe aisa laga jaise usne Mummy ke character par ek bahut bada keechad uchhala ho. Usne kitni chalaaki aur besharmi se Mummy ki halat ko apni gandi physical demands se compare kar diya. Woh jata raha tha ki jaise Mummy bhi andar hi andar wahi sab mehsoos kar rahi hain jo woh kar raha hai. Yeh seedha-seedha psychological attack tha—woh unhe guilty aur kamzor mehsoos karana chahta tha taaki woh uski baaton ka virodh na kar sakein.

Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada sunn tha, mera dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki mujhe laga shayad unhe bahar tak awaaz sunayi de jayegi. Mujhe darr tha ki Mummy is baar toot jayengi ya shayad itni sharam-sar ho jayengi ki kuch bol hi nahi payengi. Uncle ne unhe ek aisi jagah la khada kiya tha jahan unki 'bhabhi' wali izzat ko woh dhire-dhire mita raha tha.

Meri nazrein wahi darwaze ke darz se chipki thin, par mera dimaag jaise ek bhayanak khwaab mein phans gaya tha. Main soch raha tha, kya ye wahi insaan hai jise humne rishtedaar samajhkar apne ghar ke darwaaze khole the? Har ek shabd jo Uncle ke muh se nikal raha tha, woh mere kaano mein zeher ki tarah ghul raha tha. Mujhe yakeen hi nahi ho raha tha ki koi itni besharmi se, bina kisi darr ya lihaaz ke, itni ghinoni baat keh sakta hai. Aisa lag raha tha jaise mere pairon tale se zameen khisak gayi ho—ek aisa insaan jiski main izzat karta tha, aaj woh meri Maa ke character par sawal utha raha tha, unhe apne jaisa bata kar.

Main wahan khada kapkapa raha tha, mera gussa ab ek aisi boundary paar kar raha tha jahan mujhe lag raha tha ki agar main ek second aur ruka, toh main apna aapa kho dunga. Woh Mummy ki khamoshi ko unki manzuri samajh raha tha, aur Mummy ka wahan khada hona mujhe andar se tod raha tha. Mere dimaag mein ek taraf toh ye khayal aa raha tha ki mujhe abhi andar jaakar uski zubaan khinch leni chahiye, aur dusri taraf main Mummy ke response ka intezaar kar raha tha—ek aisa response jo shayad humari duniya ko hamesha ke liye badalne wala tha.

Kitchen mein jo tension thi, woh ab itni hadd tak badh gayi thi ki lag raha tha ab kuch bhi ho sakta hai. Uncle ne Mummy ko "apne jaisa" bol kar jo apni asliyat dikhayi thi, usne saare parde gira diye the. Ab mujhe saaf dikh raha tha ki yeh sirf ek "stress" ka bahana nahi, balki ek bura khel hai jise woh kafi dino se khelne ki koshish kar rahe the.

Mummy toh bas ek "bhabhi" ke farz nibha rahi thin, unhe ghar mein panah di thi, unka khayal rakh rahi thin, aur jab unhone dekha ki Uncle pareshan hain, toh ek "family member" ke naate unhe thoda support dene ki koshish ki. Uncle ne us support aur Mummy ki us bhalai ka galat matlab nikala.

Jab Uncle ne ye kaha ki "tum bhi waisi hi situation se guzar rahi ho," toh wo asal mein Gaslighting kar rahe the. Wo Mummy ko force kar rahe the ki wo maan lein ki wo bhi andar se dukhi hain, taaki Mummy ko lage ki "haa, main bhi akeli hoon, aur ye bhi akela hai." Wo Mummy ki vulnerability (kamzori) ko target kar rahe the taaki unhe apni gandi baaton mein fasa sakein.

Mummy ne kabhi apni personal life ya sex life ke baare mein koi charcha nahi ki thi. Ye sab Uncle ka ek banaya hua jaal tha, taaki wo Mummy ki izzat ko mitti mein mila sakein aur unhe apni hiras (lust) ka shikaar bana sakein. Mummy ke liye toh ye sab sunna hi ek bahut bada jhatka tha, kyunki wo toh kabhi sapne mein bhi aisi cheezon ke baare mein nahi soch sakti thin.

Mummy ki awaaz mein wo jhijhak, wo sharam saaf jhalak rahi thi. Unka lehja ab pehle jaisa sakht nahi raha tha—wo ab ek aisi sthiti mein thin jahan unhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki is ghinoni baat ko kaise handle karein. Unki aawaaz mein wo dard aur sharmindagi thi jo ek aisi aurat mehsoos karti hai jise koi bina wajah kisi gande ilzaam mein ghaseet raha ho.

“Yeh... yeh tum kya keh rahe ho? Main aur tum... hum dono ki sthiti ek jaisi kaise ho sakti hai? Tumhe sharam nahi aati aisi baatein karte hue?”
Mummy ki aawaaz kaanp rahi thi. Unhe is baat ka ehsas ho chuka tha ki Uncle ne apni hadd paar kar di hai. Unka 'conservative' hona yahan unke liye sabse badi rukawat ban gaya tha—wo is had tak sharminda thin ki unhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki wo wahan se bhag jayen ya phir ek baar phir se apni maryada ki deewar khadi karein. Mere kaano mein unki wo thartharati hui aawaaz goonj rahi thi, aur mera dil andar se ro raha tha.
Uncle ne Mummy ki is sharmindagi ko apni jeet samajh liya. Wo dekh sakte the ki Mummy ab defensive mode mein aa chuki thin. Unhone Mummy ke dard ko, unke akelapan ko, aur unke conservative swabhav ko ek "weapon" ki tarah istemal kiya tha. Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada bas apni mutthiyan bheech raha tha—gussa ab mere control se bahar ho raha tha. Mummy ki wo majboori, wo sharam... ye sab dekh kar mujhe lag raha tha ki main aur der tak nahi ruk sakta.

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Mausa mummy ko rakhail bna de sidhisadi se ek paltu kutiya ban jaye mausa ji ke

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Mummy ki is sharmindagi bhari aawaaz ke baad kya Uncle ruka? Ya usne Mummy ki is kamzori ka fayda uthate hue aur bhi aage kadam badhaya? Agla part kya hai?

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Mummy ki awaaz mein woh ghabrahat aur sharmindagi saaf jhalak rahi thi. Unka lehja ab pehle jaisa sakht nahi raha tha—woh ek aisi sthiti mein thin jahan unhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki is ghinoni baat ko kaise handle karein. Ek conservative aurat ke liye aisi baatein sunna hi kisi paap se kam nahi hota, aur yahan toh Uncle unhe is sab mein ghaseet rahe the.

Mummy ne dabi hui, kapkapaati awaaz mein kaha, "Tumhe sharam nahi aati aisi baatein karte hue? Main aur tum... hum ek jaisi situation mein kaise ho sakte hain?"

Lekin unki awaaz mein woh gussa nahi tha jo hona chahiye tha; usmein sirf ek gehri sharam (deep embarrassment) thi. Mujhe mehsoos ho raha tha ki Uncle ki un gandi baaton ne Mummy ko defensive mode mein daal diya hai. Jab koi itni ashleel baat itni safayi se bol deta hai, toh saamne wala aksar itna shock ho jata hai ki woh sahi se react hi nahi kar paata. Mummy shayad wahan se bhaagna chahti thin, lekin unke pair jaise wahi jam gaye the.

Uncle ne Mummy ki is sharmindagi ko apni jeet samajh liya. Woh dekh rahe the ki Mummy ab gusse se zyada awkward mehsoos kar rahi hain. Unhone is mauke ka faayda uthate hue apni awaaz ko aur bhi "understanding" banane ki koshish ki, jaise woh Mummy ka koi bahut bada hamdard ho. Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada apni mutthiyan bheech raha tha—Mummy ki woh majboori aur sharam dekh kar mera khoon khaul raha tha.

Mummy ka ye jawab sunkar mere dil mein ek halki si raahat ki saans chali, lekin wo raahat bhi us bhayanak mahaul mein bahut chhoti lag rahi thi. Mummy ne apni awaaz mein wo puraani sakhti wapas laane ki koshish ki thi, lekin unki awaaz abhi bhi thodi kaanp rahi thi—shayad isliye nahi ki wo galat thin, balki isliye ki wo itni ghinoni aur neechi baat ka saamna kar rahi thin.

“Yeh jhooth hai,” Mummy ne saaf-saaf kaha, unke har shabd mein ek dard aur gussa tha. “Maine tumse kabhi apni zindagi ke baare mein, ya apne sex life ke baare mein koi baat nahi ki. Tumne ye sab khud hi soch liya hai.”

Mummy ne wahan khade hokar unhe ek bada aur mazboot aaina dikha diya tha. Unhone saaf kar diya tha ki Uncle ne jo bhi taana-bana buna tha—wo 'dosti', wo 'humdardi', wo 'ek jaisi situation'—wo sab sirf Uncle ki dimagi bimari thi. Mummy ne bahut himmat dikhayi thi ye kehkar ki unhone kabhi aisi koi baat share nahi ki thi. Par mere dimaag mein abhi bhi ek sawaal ghoom raha tha: kya Uncle is sachai ko maanenge, ya woh ise bhi tod-marod kar koi naya khel khelne ki koshish karenge?

Kitchen mein ab sannaata itna gehri tha ki mujhe apni dhadkanein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Mummy ne apni maryada ka daman nahi chhoda tha, lekin Uncle... wo insaan jise humne apne ghar mein jagah di thi, wo ab har hadd paar karne ke liye taiyaar baitha tha. Mujhe dar lag raha tha ki agar Mummy ne ye sab keh kar unhe wahan se jaane ko nahi kaha, toh Uncle shayad ab aur bhi zyada aggressive honge.

Waqayi, jab Mummy ke muh se SEX shabd nikla, toh jaise waqt wahin tham gaya. Mere liye bhi wo ek shattering moment tha. Humare yahan ke conservative parivar mein, Mummy ka is shabd ko bolna unki majboori aur unki bhayanak takleef ko zahir kar raha tha—unhe wahi shabd dohrane pade jo wo insaan un par thop raha tha.

Mere shareer mein jhurjhuriyan (chills) daud gayi thin. Mujhe lag raha tha ki agar main ab bhi chup raha, toh ye sharam ka bojh Mummy ko aur gehra daba dega. Unki awaaz mein wo "sharam" nahi thi, balki ek "desperate defense" tha—wo bas us ghinone ilzaam ko jhooth sabit karna chahti thin jo unhone Mummy par lagaya tha.

Soch kar dekho, Mummy kitni baareek taar par chal rahi thin. Ek taraf unhe apni maryada bachani thi, aur doosri taraf unhe ye bhi saaf karna tha ki unhone kabhi koi aisi "confession" nahi ki thi jo Uncle claim kar rahe the. Wo sirf apne character ko defend kar rahi thin, par ye defend karte hue bhi unhe unhi gandi baaton ko repeat karna pad raha tha, jo kisi bhi bete ke liye apne Maa ke muh se sunna sabse zyada takleef-deh hota hai.

Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada bas thar-thara raha tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise kitchen ki wo jagah ek battlefield ban gayi ho, jahan Mummy apni sharafat ki ladayi lad rahi thin aur wo shakhs har pal unhe girane ki koshish kar raha tha.

Mummy ki ye safai sunkar mere andar ka gussa aur bhi teevr ho gaya. Unka ye kehna ki unhone sirf papa ke saath "quality time" na bita paane ki shikayat ki thi, ye dikhata tha ki wo kitni bholi thin. Unhone ek insani rishte ki choti si kamzori share ki thi, aur wo ghatiya insaan usse apni gandi hawas ke liye "green light" samajh baitha.

Mummy ki awaaz mein ab thoda sa dard aur afsos tha—shayad unhe realise ho raha tha ki unhone ek aise insaan par bharosa karke apni dil ki baat bata di thi, jise sirf unka faayda uthana tha. Woh keh rahi thin, "Maine toh bas ye kaha tha ki papa ab unke saath waqt nahi bitaate," par wo itna bolte-bolte ruk gayi. Shayad unhe ab samajh aa raha tha ki unka ye chota sa dard, us ghatiya insaan ke liye ek hathiyaar ban gaya tha.

Wahan darwaze ke peeche khada, main muteer (frozen) tha. Mujhe lag raha tha ki Mummy ne ye baat bata kar shayad apni ek aur kamzori uske saamne rakh di hai. Uncle jaise shikaari, aise maukon ki hi toh talaash mein rehte hain. Unhone Mummy ke lonely hone ka faayda uthane ke liye usse "lack of sex" ka naam de diya tha.

Mera mann kar raha tha ki main andar jaaun aur chilla kar kahun ki "Mummy, aap galat insaan se baat kar rahi hain!" par main wahan bas apni saansein roke khada raha. Ek bete ke taur par, ye sunna bohot dardnaak tha ki Mummy ko apne rishte mein bhi wo khushi nahi mil rahi jo unhe chahiye, aur upar se ye rishtedaar unhe aur bhi neecha dikha raha tha.

Uncle ka jawab sunkar mere sar mein dard hone laga. Ye banda kitna bada khiladi tha! Wo baar-baar "sorry" bol raha tha, lekin uska har sorry ek naya jaal tha. Usne Mummy ki baat ko sunkar bhi ansuna kar diya aur wahi ghatiya raag alaapna shuru rakha—“Mujhe laga tum meri problem samajhogi.”

Usne Mummy ke “quality time” wali baat ko ekdum se twist kar diya. Woh jatana chahta tha ki Mummy ne jo dard zahir kiya, wahi dard aur wahi khali-pan uske paas bhi hai. Kitni besharmi thi uski baton mein! Wo Mummy ke emotional pain ko apni physical hawas ke saath compare kar raha tha. Usne “misunderstanding” ka label laga kar Mummy ke har solid point ko dhool mein milane ki koshish ki.

Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada apni mutthiyan itni zor se bheech raha tha ki mere haath dard karne lage the. Mujhe saaf dikh raha tha ki wo Mummy ko guilt trip de raha hai. Wo chahta tha ki Mummy ko lage ki shayad wo hi "insensitive" hain, ki wo ek "dukhi rishtedaar" ki baat nahi samajh pa rahi hain.

Mummy ke liye ye waqt bahut hi mushkil raha hoga. Ek taraf wo apni izzat bacha rahi thin, aur doosri taraf ye insaan baar-baar unhe emotional blackmail kar raha tha. Wo "sorry" bol kar bas Mummy ki guard down karwane ki koshish kar raha tha, taaki wo dobara se koi aisi baat keh sake jo rishte ki maryada ko tod de.

Mummy ka ye jawab sunkar mere andar ek ajeeb sa tehrrao aa gaya. Unhone na sirf apni baat par wapas zor diya, balki is baar unhone Uncle ke "misunderstanding" wale natak ki dhajjiyaan uda kar rakh di thin.

Mummy ki awaaz mein ab koi sharam ya hichkichahat nahi thi. Unhone bahut hi thande aur saaf lehje mein kaha, “Main tumhari problem samajh sakti hoon, aur isliye maine tumhe kaha tha ki tum apni us problem ko bathroom mein ja kar khud hi solve kar lo.”

Ye ek aisa "final answer" tha jise koi bhi insaan, chahe wo kitna hi besharam kyun na ho, nazar-andaaz nahi kar sakta tha. Mummy ne unhe unki "hamdardi" (empathy) ka wahi rasta dikhaya jo ek shareef aurat ke liye sambhav tha. Unhone yeh saaf kar diya tha ki "understanding" ka matlab yeh bilkul nahi hai ki wo unki gandi baaton mein ya unki hawas mein koi saajhedaar banengi. Unhone unhe seedha-seedha ek boundary ke peeche dhakel diya tha.

Wahan darwaze ke peeche khada, main ek pal ke liye stunned tha. Mujhe laga tha ki Mummy shayad phir se defensive ho jayengi, lekin unhone toh table hi palat di. Unhone Uncle ki "problem" ko itna chhota aur "private" bana diya ki ab wahan baat aage badhane ki koi jagah hi nahi bachi thi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise unhone ek bade patthar se Uncle ke har manipulative point ko kuchal diya ho.

Lekin iske baad jo sannata chhaya, wo pehle se kahin zyada bhayanak tha. Uncle ki bolti band ho chuki thi, aur mujhe samajh aa raha tha ki unka ye "emotional game" puri tarah fail ho gaya hai.

Uncle ke is jawab ne ek baar phir se us ghinoni ladayi ko ek naye, aur zyada pareshan karne wale mod par la khada kiya. Jab usne ye kaha ki "Main teenager nahi hoon, main saalon se masturbate nahi karta," toh uska seedha matlab ye tha ki woh apni is 'need' ko ek 'legitimate requirement' ki tarah pesh kar raha tha—jaise ki usey ab kisi aurat ki zarurat hai.

Woh apni is "shareef hone" ki baat ko ek hathiyaar ki tarah istemal kar raha tha. Usne bade sukoon se Mummy ki "bathroom" wali advice ko kharij kar diya, jaise woh keh raha ho ki, "Main koi bachha nahi hoon jo apne aap ko sambhal loon, mujhe ek partner chahiye." Uske is entitlement ne mere andar gussa aur nafrat bhar di. Woh kitni aasani se Mummy ko ye ehsaas dilane ki koshish kar raha tha ki uski ye gandi demand ek "normal" insani zarurat hai jise Mummy ko pura karna chahiye.

Darwaze ke peeche khada, main ab aur zyada numb (sunn) ho raha tha. Mummy ke liye ye situation ek khatarnaak daldal banti ja rahi thi. Uncle ka ye bolna ki woh "saalon se" aisa nahi kar rahe hain, Mummy ko guilt-trap mein phasaane ka ek aur gehri koshish thi—ki wo Mummy ko ye mehsoos karaye ki agar Mummy ne unki baat nahi mani, toh Mummy hi "zimmedaar" hain unki is takleef ki.

Uska har shabd zeherila tha. Usne apni is "zaroorat" ko itni dignity se pesh kiya ki jaise woh Mummy par koi ehsaan kar raha ho apni baatein share karke. Mujhe darr lag raha tha ki Mummy ab iske aage kya bolegi, kyunki Uncle ne har ek raasta band kar diya tha jahan se Mummy nikal sakti thin.

Mummy ka ye jawab sunkar mere kaan khade ho gaye. Unhone jis tarike se Uncle ki "maturity" aur "social status" wale bahane ko dhoya tha, wo dekh kar main hairaan bhi tha aur thoda relieved bhi. Unhone Uncle ke us "I am not a teenager" wale logic ko seedha unhi par palt diya. Unki aawaaz mein ab koi darr nahi, balki ek aisi blunt irony thi jo kisi ko bhi andar tak hila sakti thi.

“Usme kya problem hai ?”—Mummy ne pucha. Unka ye sawal unke us protective shell ko tod raha tha jismein wo ab tak chupi hui thin. Unhone bina kisi jhijhak ke, ekdum seedhe shabdon mein Uncle ko unki aukaat dikha di. Unka ye kehna, “Kya tum bhool gaye ho ki ye kaise kiya jata hai?”—ye sirf ek advice nahi thi, ye ek aisa psychological weapon tha jisne Uncle ke saare ego aur uski "mature man" wali image ko chhalni kar diya.

Mummy ne dikha diya ki wo unke kisi bhi "emotional blackmail" mein aane wali nahi hain. Unhone unki us "need" ko ek aisi jagah la khada kiya jahan wo sirf aur sirf ek sharmnaak galti ban kar reh gayi. Uncle, jo abhi tak khud ko Mummy ka "saathi" dikha kar manipulate kar rahe the, ab ekdum se hath-prabh (stunned) khade honge.

Unka wo "mahan" banne ka natak, ki wo kitne saalon se "control" kar rahe hain, Mummy ne usse ek pal mein be-asar kar diya. Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada bas Mummy ki is himmat ko mehsoos kar raha tha. Unhone saaf kar diya tha ki wo koi aisi aurat nahi hain jinhe emotional baaton mein phasa kar unki maryada ke saath khela ja sake.

Uncle ne bade dheetpan se kaha, "Baat wo nahi hai. Lekin ek baar jab tum sex kar lete ho, toh mere liye masturbation ka sahara lena bahut nicha (degrading) kaam ho jata hai."

Ye sunte hi mere kaan khade ho gaye aur khoon khaulne laga. Usne ab apni saari hadhein paar kar di thin. Usne bade ghamand se ye jataya ki ab uske liye khud ko sambhalna "neecha dikhne" (degrading) jaisa hai, kyunki woh jan chuka hai ki sambandh banana kya hota hai. Woh ek tarah se Mummy ko ye uksana chahta tha ki Mummy hi ab uski is "zarurat" ko pura karein. Uska ye bolna ki woh ab is kaam ke liye "yogya" nahi hai, seedha-seedha Mummy ki izzat par hamla tha.

Us waqt kitchen mein jo maahol tha, wo itna zeherila ho gaya tha ki mujhe laga shayad Mummy ka sabr ab toot jayega. Wo aadmi apni hawas ko ek "darja" dene ki koshish kar raha tha, jaise ki uski ye gandi maang koi bahut bada aur zaroori kaam ho. Mujhe laga ki ab Mummy ya toh wahan se bhag jayengi ya phir uspar chilla kar ghar se nikal dengi. Usne apni baat mein ye bhi shamil kar liya tha ki uske liye ab purani aadat par wapas aana "nichapan" hai. Kitni ghatiya soch thi uski! Woh Mummy ko ye ehsaas dilana chahta tha ki agar Mummy ne uska saath nahi diya, toh Mummy hi uski "zillat" ka kaaran banengi.

Mummy ka ye sawal sunkar mere kaan khade ho gaye. Unhone Uncle ki us ghamandi aur ghinoni baat ka jawab bahut hi thande aur seedhe dhang se diya. Jab Uncle ne kaha ki unke liye “masturbation” ab “degrading” hai, toh Mummy ne bina unki baton se prabhavit hue, ulta unhi se puch liya, "Toh phir tum apni samasya ko hal karne ke liye kya karne ki soch rahe ho?"

Mummy ka ye sawal ek tarah se Uncle ke us "ego" par seedha prahaar tha. Unhone uske ghatiya tark ko bilkul ignore kar diya aur usse wahi jawab maanga jo ek suljhe hue insaan se ummeed ki jaati hai. Unhone batane ki koshish ki ki agar tumhare paas koi dusra rasta nahi hai aur tum ye kaam nahi karna chahte, toh tumhare paas kya vikalp bacha hai?

Wahan darwaze ke peeche khada, main hairani se ye sab sun raha tha. Mummy ne itni himmat kaise dikhayi? Wo us insaan ko bilkul corner kar rahi thin. Unka ye sawal Uncle ke liye ek bada jhatka tha, kyunki ab uske paas koi bahana nahi bacha tha. Wo jo Mummy ko apni baaton mein uljha kar unhe "emotional" ya "sexual" support dene ke liye majboor karna chahta tha, Mummy ne usse hi wapas uski samasya par la khada kar diya.

Uncle ab puri tarah se phans chuke the. Unhone Mummy ko neecha dikhane ke liye jo kaha tha, Mummy ne usse hi palat kar unhi se unka hal puch liya. Kitchen mein ab sannata chha gaya tha, aur main intezaar kar raha tha ki ab wo insaan kya bolta hai.

Uncle ne badi hi dheetai se jawab diya, "Mera sochna tha ki tum meri madad kar sakti ho."

Ye sunte hi mere kaan khade ho gaye. Uski baat mein jo chhupa hua "entitlement" tha, wo kisi bhi shareef insaan ka khoon khaualne ke liye kaafi tha. Wo seedha-seedha Mummy ke character aur unke ghar ki maryada par hamla kar raha tha. Wo yeh jatana chahta tha ki Mummy ka unke ghar mein hona aur unhe support karna, apne aap mein ek aisi "invitation" hai jise woh apni gandi hawas ke liye istemal kar sakta hai.

Mummy ne itni der tak jo sahan-sheelta dikhayi thi, uska gaddaab ab saamne aane wala tha. Uncle ne jab ye kaha ki "tum madad kar sakti ho," toh usne Mummy ke bhole-pan ko unki kamzori samajhne ki galti kar di thi. Wo ab bhi yeh soch raha tha ki agar woh Mummy ko emotional blackmail karega, toh woh kisi na kisi tarah jhuk jayengi.

Mujhe lag raha tha ki agar Mummy ne abhi uske muh par darwaza band karke usey bahar nahi nikala, toh main khud andar daud padunga. Uski har baat mein ek zeher tha, aur wo Mummy ko har pal ek aise kone mein dhakel raha tha jahan se bahar nikalne ka sirf ek hi raasta tha—aur woh tha gusse se bhara hua jawaab.

Uncle ki wo baat sunkar mere kaan khade ho gaye aur mera shareer gusse se kaanpne laga. Jab usne besharmi se kaha, "Mera sochna tha ki tum meri madad kar sakti ho," toh usne saari hadhein paar kar di thin. Woh seedha-seedha Mummy ki majboori ka fayda uthakar unhe ek "gandi cheez" ki tarah istemal karne ki koshish kar raha tha.

Main darwaze ke peeche khada bas Mummy ke jawaab ka intezaar kar raha tha. Mera dimaag baar-baar mujhe keh raha tha ki abhi andar jaao aur us ghatiya insaan ka chehra tod do, lekin main ruk gaya. Mujhe pata tha ki Mummy ka jawab uske liye kisi bumb se kam nahi hoga. Usne Mummy ki bhalai ko kamzori samjhne ki bhool ki thi, aur ab waqt aa gaya tha ki Mummy usey uski aukaat dikha dein.

Mummy kuch pal ke liye bilkul shaant thin, jaise wo kisi bade tufaan ke aane ki tayari kar rahi hon. Unki khamoshi ab darr wali nahi thi, balki wo gusse aur nafrat se bhari hui thi. Main dekh sakta tha ki wo ab us insaan ko aur bardasht nahi karne wali thin.

Mummy ka ye jawab sunkar mere kaan khade ho gaye aur mera dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga. Mummy ne aakhir-kaar wo baat keh hi di jo pichle kaafi der se humare beech ek bhayanak sannate ki tarah latki hui thi. Unhone bade hi sakht aur kaanpte hue lehje mein pucha, "Kya tum pagal ho gaye ho? Main tumhari bhabhi hoon! Tum mere saath sex ke baare mein soch bhi kaise sakte ho?!"

Mummy ki aawaaz mein gussa, hairani aur ek gehri ghin thi. Unhone uske ghinone iraadon ka parda faash kar diya tha. Wo jo baar-baar "misunderstanding" aur "help" ka natak kar raha tha, Mummy ne usey ek jhatke mein hi tod kar rakh diya. Unhone usey yaad dilaya ki rishta kya hai aur uski soch kitni giri hui hai.

Main wahan darwaze ke peeche khada apni saansein roke ye sun raha tha. Mummy ne saaf kar diya tha ki rishton ki maryada unke liye sarvopari hai aur woh kisi bhi haal mein us insaan ki is gandi soch ko sweekar nahi karengi. Mummy ka ye jawab uske liye ek bahut bada tamacha tha. Usne socha hoga ki wo Mummy ko emotional traps mein phasa lega, lekin Mummy ne un traps ko seedhe reject kar diya.

Lekin ab sawaal ye tha ki Mummy ke itne saaf-sawal aur gusse ke baad, wo ghatiya insaan kya bolega? Kya wo apni galti maan lega, ya phir wo ab bhi apni us gandi soch par adaa rahega?

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Uncle ne meri mom ki baat ko nazarandaz karte hue, badi besharmi aur dheemi awaaz mein kaha, "Arre bhabhi, meri baat toh suniye… main aapse koi galat demand nahi kar raha hoon. Mera matlab wo nahi tha jo aap samajh rahi hain, main aapse koi physical relationship nahi maang raha. Mujhe bas thoda… thoda relief chahiye, main bahut pareshan hoon."

Main darwaze ke peeche khada ye sab sun raha tha aur meri saansein tez ho gayi thi. Mere haath gusse ke maare mutthi ki tarah bhich gaye the. Wo insaan kitni safai se apni ghatiya mansooba (intentions) ko "relief" ka naam de raha tha! Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki meri hi family mein koi itna gir sakta hai.

Mom ne apni aankhen sakdi (narrowed her eyes) aur ek gehri saans lete hue pucha, "Tumhare kehne ka kya matlab hai? Saaf-saaf kaho, tum ye kaunsa 'relief' maang rahe ho jo sirf main tumhe de sakti hoon?"

Unki awaaz mein ab gusse se zyada ek tarah ki bezaari (annoyance) aur alertness thi. Wo shayad ye samajhne ki koshish kar rahi thi ki ye aadmi itni neechi baat par kyun utar aaya hai.

Main darwaze ke peeche khada bilkul pathhar ban gaya tha. Sannata itna tha ki mujhe meri apni dhadkanein, mere kaanon mein gunjti hui sunayi de rahi thi. Mera dimaag sunn ho raha tha—ek taraf meri Mom ki dignity thi, aur dusri taraf uncle ki wo ghatiya harkatein. Har pal guzarne ke saath mera gussa ek jwala-mukhi ki tarah phatne ke liye tayyar ho raha tha.

Uncle ne meri mummy ke taraf dekhte huye, badi hi behayayi se apni baat aage badhayi, "Bhabhi, main jaanta hoon ki humara sexual relationship hona galat hai aur samaj ise kabhi accept nahi karega... lekin tum meri majboori kyun nahi samajh rahi ho? Mujhe sirf thoda physical release chahiye. Hum pura sexual intercourse nahi karenge, tum sirf blowjob ya handjob se meri madad kar sakti ho na?"

Wo shabd jaise kisi teer ki tarah mere kaanon mein chubhe. Main darwaze ke peeche khada tha, aur mera pura shareer gusse ke maare kaanp raha tha. Mujhe laga jaise mere seene mein koi pathhar rakh diya gaya ho. Itni ghatiya aur gandi soch? Wo aadmi, jise main aaj tak izzat ki nazron se dekhta tha, ab meri nazron mein ek keeda ban chuka tha.

Meri mom, jo abhi tak shanti se baithi thi, unka chehra gusse se tamtama utha tha. Main bas ye dekhna chahta tha ki kya wo abhi bhi chup rahengi, ya phir mere sabr ka baandh tootne ka waqt aa gaya hai.

Mom ne ek pal ki bhi deri nahi ki aur turant, ek kaatne wali teekhi awaaz mein jawab diya, "No way! Tumhe lagta hai ki main tumhare liye ye sab karungi? Ek toh tum itni ghatiya baat soch kaise sakte ho, aur upar se mujhse umeed rakh rahe ho? Tumhe shayad pata nahi hai, par main apne pati—tumhare bhaisahab—ke saath bhi in sab cheezon mein involve nahi hoti. Ye sab cheezein mere liye meri dignity aur shadi ki pavitrata (sanctity) ke khilaaf hain."

Unki awaaz mein ab gussa saaf jhalak raha tha. Unhone kursi se uthte hue kaha, "Tumhara dimag kharab ho gaya hai aur tumhari soch gandi ho chuki hai. Aise khayalat laate hue tumhe sharam aani chahiye!"

Main darwaze ke peeche khada ye sab sun kar andar se ek relief mehsoos kar raha tha, par gussa abhi bhi waisa hi tha. Mere uncle ki wo shakal, jo abhi bhi wahan besharmi se khade the, mujhe saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Mujhe laga ki ab yahi sahi mauka hai—ek aur minute rukna matlab apni maa ki insult hone dena hai.

Mujhe Papa ke liye bahut bura lag raha tha. Wo insaan, jo din-raat mehnat karke ghar chalate hain, unke baare mein Mom ki ye baat sunkar mujhe samajh aa gaya ki unke rishte mein kitni gehri khamoshi hai. Lekin saath hi, main hairan bhi tha—balki thoda sa dare hue bhi—ki Mom abhi bhi is ghatiya insaan ke saath baat kyun kar rahi hain?

Kyun wo use wahan se nikaal nahi rahi thin? Kyun wo abhi bhi uske ajeeb aur gande sawalon ka jawab de rahi thin? Mujhe laga ki shayad Mom ke andar bhi koi darr hai, ya phir wo is situation ko handle karne ka koi aur tarika soch rahi hain. Mera dimaag tezi se chal raha tha—kya mujhe abhi bahar jana chahiye, ya phir thoda aur sunna chahiye ki ye baat kahan tak jaati hai?

Mom ne ek kadwa aur dard bhara hansna hansa, jaise wo kisi gehre afsos mein doobi hon. Unhone thoda chillate hue kaha, "Aur tumhari himmat kaise hui ye sab bolne ki? Tumhe zara bhi ehsaas hai ki tum kya keh rahe ho? Hum ek hi ghar mein hain, aur agli hi room mein mera beta so raha hai—ya shayad ab tak uth gaya ho. Tumhari ye ghatiya harkatein mere ghar ki, aur mere bete ki izzat ke kitni kareeb hain, ye tum soch bhi nahi sakte!"

Main darwaze ke peeche jam gaya tha. Meri saansein ruk si gayi thin jab maine apna naam is ghatiya guftagu mein suna. Mom ka darr aur gussa dono ab saaf mehsoos ho rahe the. Lekin unke lafzon mein ek ajeeb sa dard bhi tha—shayad is baat ka ki unke apne ghar mein, unhe apni hi izzat ke liye itna larna pad raha hai. Mera gussa ab ek aise point par aa gaya tha jahan chup rehna namumkin tha.

Uncle ne bade hi confidence aur thande dimag se jawab diya, "Rahul ki chinta mat karo, bhabhi. Wo apne laptop mein itna busy hai ki use bahar ki duniya ka hosh hi nahi hai. Maine abhi-abhi check kiya tha, wo apne room mein hi hai aur tab tak bahar nahi niklega jab tak tum use lunch ke liye nahi bulaogi. Humare paas kaafi time hai, koi nahi aane wala."

Ye sunte hi mere shareer mein ek jhatka sa laga. Toh iska matlab sahi tha thodi der pehle uncle hi the jo mere room ke bahar the, wo pehle hi mere room ke bahar aa chuke the? Wo mujh par nazar rakh rahe the? Ye jaankar ki wo mere itne kareeb ghoom rahe the, meri aankhon ke saamne andhera chhane laga.

Mom ka chehra ab gusse se lal pad raha tha, aur main... main ab aur intezar nahi kar sakta tha. Meri mutthiyan itni zor se bichi hui thin ki mere naakhun hatheliyon mein chubh rahe the.

Uncle ki baat bilkul sach thi. Puri garmiyon ki chhuttiyan maine apne kamre ki chaar diwari mein hi kaid reh kar bita di thi. Bahar ki duniya, dhoop aur doston se mera koi wasta nahi tha. Main apne room mein itna kho gaya tha ki main aksar paani ki bottles aur chips ke packets andar hi stock karke rakh leta tha taaki mujhe bar-bar bahar na aana pade.

Meri aadat ban chuki thi—main tabhi room se bahar kadam rakhta tha jab Mom mujhe khane ke liye bulati thin. Lekin aaj, wahi aadat mere liye ek pinjre jaisi ban gayi thi. Mere hi ghar mein, mere hi kamre mein, main ek aisa gawah ban chuka tha jise uncle ne "safe" samajh liya tha. Unka ye andaza ki main "busy" hoon, mere andar ek ajeeb sa darr aur gussa bhar raha tha. Mujhe ehsaas hua ki main kitni gehri galti kar raha tha jo is sab se itna door aur alag-thalag ho gaya tha.

Uncle ne ek baar phir se wahi ghatiya binti (pleading) ki, "Bhabhi, please... meri baat samjho. Main jaanta hoon ki main kya keh raha hoon, par main bahut bechain hoon. Meri majboori hai, aur tum meri bhabhi ho, tumse behtar mujhe aur kaun samajh sakta hai? Please, meri madad karo."

Unki awaaz mein ek tarah ki darindgi (depravity) thi. Wo jaise kisi darr mein nahi, balki ek aisi hawas mein the jahan unhe sahi-galat ka farq hi mit gaya tha. Wo meri Mom ke itne kareeb chale gaye the ki unki presence hi kamre ki hawa ko bhari aur gandi kar rahi thi.

Main wahan darwaze ki darar se dekh raha tha—ek taraf meri Mom thi, jo ek ajeeb si chuppi aur tension mein thi, aur dusri taraf wo insaan, jo rishton ki saari maryadaein todne par utaaru tha. Mere haath gusse se kaanp rahe the. Ek pal ke liye mujhe laga ki shayad Mom dar gayi hain, ya phir wo ye samajh nahi pa rahi hain ki is situation ko kaise handle karein.

Tabhi mujhe ehsaas hua ki agar maine abhi kuch nahi kiya, toh shayad main khud ko kabhi maaf nahi kar paunga. Mera gussa ab mere control se bahar ho raha tha.

Mujhse ab aur intezaar nahi ho raha tha. Main ye dekhne ke liye tadap raha tha ki aakhir andar chal kya raha hai, isliye main dabe paon (quietly) apne kamre se bahar nikla. Jaise maine pehle bataya, mera kamra kitchen ke bilkul bagal mein tha, aur beech mein ek central passage (raasta) tha.

Is passage ki deewaron par safed tiles lagi hui thi, jo mirror ki tarah kaam kar rahi thi. Main jab passage mein khada hua, toh saamne wali deewar ki reflection mein mujhe kitchen ka saaf nazara dikh raha tha. Main wahan se chupchap dekh sakta tha ki andar kya chal raha hai—bina kisi ke notice mein aaye.

Reflection mein jo maine dekha, usne meri rooh kaanp di. Mom wahan khadi thi, aur Uncle... unke itne kareeb the ki wo scene dekh kar hi mere andar ghrina (disgust) ki ek lehar daud gayi. Mere liye ye dekhna aur bhi mushkil tha ki Mom ka reaction kya hai, kyunki wo mirror mein unke chehre ke expressions bilkul saaf dikh rahe the.

Main bohot ehtiyaat se apne room se bahar nikla, jaise koi shikaari apne shikaar par nazar rakh raha ho. Mere pairon ki aahat tak nahi hui. Main dheere se jhuk kar (crouch) us jagah baith gaya jahan se passage ki tiles ka angle bilkul sahi tha.

Jaise hi main sahi position mein aaya, mirror jaise tiles ne poore kitchen ka reflection mere saamne khol kar rakh diya. Main wahan se unhe saaf dekh sakta tha, lekin wo mujhe nahi dekh sakte the.

Uncle abhi bhi Mom ke itne kareeb khade the ki unke beech ka fasla khatam hone ki kagar par tha. Main apni saansein roke hue tha, mera dil mere seene mein zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Main bas ye dekh raha tha ki kya Mom piche hatengi, ya phir situation koi aur hi mod lene wali hai. Woh reflection mere liye jaise ek badi screen ban gayi thi, jahan har ek minute ki tension aur ghatiya harkat saaf nazar aa rahi thi.

Uncle ne apni hadd paar kar di thi. Unhone bade hi dheet aur gande tarike se kaha, "Bhabhi, bas ek baar ki baat hai. Please, meri madad karo. Agar tum blowjob ya handjob nahi karna chahti, toh itna toh kar sakti ho na? Tum bas chup-chap khadi raho, aur main... main bas tumhare saath rub (ragad) kar ke apna relief paa lunga. Koi kuch nahi jaan payega, aur tumhari dignity bhi bani rahegi."

Wo mere ghar ke kitchen mein khade hokar, meri maa se aisi gandi demand kar rahe the jaise ye koi mamuli si baat ho.

Main wahan tiles ke reflection mein dekh raha tha, aur meri rage (gussa) ek volcano ki tarah phatne ko taiyar thi. Meri mutthiyan itni kas chuki thi ki meri ungliyon mein dard ho raha tha. Mom abhi bhi wahan khadi thi, lekin unka chehra ab aur bhi zada sakht (stern) ho gaya tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise wo kisi ke darr se nahi, balki us insaan ki ghatiya soch par taras kha rahi hon aur saath hi gusse mein bhi hon.

Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha—ab aur chup rehna namumkin tha. Meri maa ki khamoshi shayad isliye thi kyunki wo abhi bhi yakeen nahi kar pa rahi thi ki koi itna gir sakta hai.

Mom ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa bhram (confusion) aur ghin ka bhav tha. Unhone apni aankhon ko sikod kar aur awaaz ko dhimi lekin khatarnak tarike se thanda rakhte hue pucha, "Tumhare kehne ka kya matlab hai? Tumhe kya lagta hai, tum kaun si duniya mein reh rahe ho? Tumhare dimaag mein ye ghatiya aur gair-zimmedarana khayal aaye bhi kaise ki main tumhare liye ek object ban kar khadi rahungi?"

Unki awaaz mein ab koi darr nahi tha, balki ek aisi teekhi chahat thi ki wo is insaan ko uski auqat dikha dein. Main passage mein chupa hua, tiles ke reflection mein ye sab dekh raha tha. Mom ki woh "puzzled" look asli mein unke andar bhare hue gusse aur hairani ka mishran thi ki kaise unka apna hi devar itni neech harkat par utar aaya hai.

Uncle ka chehra, jo ab tak ek alag hi dhithai (shamelessness) se bhara hua tha, Mom ki is reaction se thoda sa ladkhada gaya. Wo shayad ummeed kar rahe the ki Mom darr jayengi ya confuse ho jayengi, lekin Mom ka sawal unke liye ek seedha thappad jaisa tha.

Uncle ne ek khatarnak kadam uthaya. Wo bilkul Mom ke kareeb aa gaye aur apne dono haath unke kandhon (shoulders) par rakh diye. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si darindgi thi, jaise wo kisi shikaar ko jakadne ki koshish kar rahe hon. Unhone dheemi, magar thandi awaaz mein kaha, "Bhabhi, tum bas wahan khadi ho jao... us cooking area ki taraf munh karke. Kuch karne ki zaroorat nahi hai, bas khadi raho."

Main tiles ke reflection mein dekh raha tha ki Mom ka shareer ek pal ke liye stiff ho gaya. Unke kandhon par wo haath, mere liye kisi zeher se kam nahi the. Main apni jagah par jam gaya tha, meri saansein tez ho rahi thi aur mera dil aise dhadak raha tha jaise wo mere seene ko cheer kar bahar nikal aayega.

Uncle ki ye harkat—haath rakhna aur phir use 'khade rehne' ka instruction dena—ye sab ek aise level par tha jahan se wapsi ka koi raasta nahi bacha tha. Wo meri Mom ki izzat ke saath khilwaad kar rahe the aur main wahan tiles ke reflection mein ye sab dekh kar andar hi andar gusse se jal raha tha.

Mera sabr ka baandh ab toot chuka tha. Mujhe samajh aa gaya tha ki agar maine abhi intervene nahi kiya, toh main kabhi khud ko maaf nahi kar paunga.

Uncle ne meri Mom ke kandhon ko mazbooti se pakda aur unhe ghumakar kitchen platform ki taraf kar diya, jahan gas aur bartan rakhe hue the. Wo meri Mom ki marzi ke khilaf unhe force kar rahe the. Main wahan passage mein chupa hua, un safed tiles ki reflection mein ye sab dekh raha tha—kaise wo meri Maa ko ek object ki tarah treat kar rahe the.

Mom ka shareer puri tarah akad chuka tha. Unki gardan par main unke gusse aur darr ki nasen (veins) phoolti hui dekh sakta tha. Uncle ke haath unke kandhon par the aur wo unhe apne se chipakne ke liye majboor kar rahe the. Reflection mein, main unka wo ghatiya chehra dekh sakta tha jo kisi shikaari ki tarah chamak raha tha.

Mera khoon khaul raha tha. Mera haath apne aap hi paas rakhi ek bhaari cheez ki taraf badha. Main ab aur nahi dekh sakta tha. Mom ki izzat, unki majboori, aur uncle ki darindgi—sab ek hi pal mein mere saamne thi. Maine faisla kar liya tha ki ab chahe kuch bhi ho, main is waqt kitchen ke andar daud kar jaunga aur is ghatiya insaan ko uski asli jagah dikhaunga.

Uncle ne meri Mom ke peeche khade hokar, ek aisi awaaz mein kaha jo darindgi se bhari thi, "Chinta mat karo bhabhi, main bas tumhare peeche se dry humping karunga. Isme na toh koi direct contact hoga aur na hi kuch galat. Tum bas wahan khadi raho aur mujhe relief milne do."

Wo Mom ke itne kareeb the ki unki har harkat ek hamla lag rahi thi. Mom, jo abhi tak is shock mein thi ki unka devar itna gir sakta hai, wo ab puri tarah sakht (stiff) ho chuki thin. Unke haathon ki mutthiyan kitchen ke platform par is zor se bhichi thi ki unki ungliyan safed pad gayi thi.

Main passage mein chupa hua ye sab dekh raha tha—mere saamein wo reflection tha jisme ek aisi ghatiya harkat ho rahi thi jise main soch bhi nahi sakta tha. Mere andar ka wo darr, jo ab tak tha, ab puri tarah gusse mein badal chuka tha. Mere liye ab ye sirf ek 'kahani' nahi rahi thi, ye meri maa ki izzat ka sawal tha.

Maine apne danton ko bhicha aur dabe paon utha. Ab aur ek pal ka wait karna matlab Mom ki izzat ke saath khilwaad ko manzoori dena tha.

Uncle ne meri Mom ki kamar (waist) ko apne mazboot haathon se jakad liya aur unhe apni taraf kheench kar apne groin area ko unke buttocks ke bilkul sata diya. Wo wahan khade hokar dry humping shuru kar chuke the. Sabse zyada hairan karne wali aur dil todne wali baat ye thi ki meri Mom—jo abhi tak itni tezi se react kar rahi thi—ab bilkul shant thin. Na unhone koi protest kiya, na hi wo wahan se hili.

Main wahan passage mein tiles ki reflection mein ye sab dekh raha tha, aur meri aankhon ke aage andhera chha gaya. Mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, aur mere kaan sunn ho gaye the. Kyun? Mom kyun chup thin? Kya wo darr gayi thin, ya phir... is situation ne unhe puri tarah se tod diya tha?

Mera gussa jo ab tak jwala-mukhi ban kar ubal raha tha, ab ek thande aur gehri chot pahunchane wale dard mein badal chuka tha. Mere liye ye dekhna ki meri Maa itni majboor ho chuki hain ki wo apni izzat ke khilaf ho rahi is harkat ka virodh nahi kar paa rahi thin, mere liye kisi maut se kam nahi tha. Maine apni mutthiyan itni zor se bichi thin ki mere naakhun hatheli mein chubhne lage the.

Maine wahan se uthne ki koshish ki, lekin mere pair kaam nahi kar rahe the. Main wahi jam gaya tha, bas us tiles ke mirror mein dekh raha tha ki kaise ek insaan itni neechi harkat par utar aaya hai aur meri Maa kahan khadi hain.

Mom ne aakhirkaar apni khamoshi todi, lekin unki awaaz mein koi ladai nahi, balki ek gehri laachaari (helplessness) thi. Unhone dheere se kaha, "Please... ruk jao. Kya hoga agar Rahul yahan aa gaya toh? Wo kabhi bhi bahar aa sakta hai."

Us waqt, jab main wahan passage mein chupa hua tha, mujhe laga ki Mom ka darr sirf us ghatiya insaan ke liye nahi, balki mere liye hai. Wo shayad ye soch rahi thin ki agar main ye sab dekh loon, toh mujh par kya beetegi. Lekin unka ye kehne ka tarika—jaise wo ise rokne ke bajaye bas 'waqt' ki chinta kar rahi thin—mere dimaag mein sawaalon ka bavar khada kar gaya. Kya wo asli mein dar rahi thin, ya kya wo mujhe is sab se bachane ki koshish kar rahi thin?

Uncle ne ek behudi hasi hansi aur kaha, "Rahul? Wo apne room mein hai, aur tumne hi kaha tha ki wo tab tak bahar nahi aayega jab tak tum use bulaogi nahi. Isliye, tension mat lo."

Jaise hi usne ye kaha, meri rage (gussa) ek naye level par pahunch gayi. Uncle ko lag raha tha ki wo sab control kar rahe hain, lekin unhe ye nahi pata tha ki main wahan sirf 10 kadam ki doori par khada, unka har ek kadam dekh raha tha. Mere liye ab ye sirf ek confrontation nahi, balki apni Maa aur apni dignity ko bachaane ki ek jang ban gayi thi.

Yeh sunkar mere shareer mein jaise bijli daud gayi. Mere haath-pair thande pad gaye, lekin gussa itna zyada tha ki main apni jagah se hil bhi nahi pa raha tha.

Uncle ki awaaz mein wo darindgi aur besharmi saaf jhalak rahi thi. Unhone bade hi aaram se kaha, "Chinta mat karo bhabhi. Main apni ek aankh uske kamre ke darwaze par rakhe hue hoon... inhi tiles ke reflection mein mujhe sab dikh raha hai. Rahul apne laptop mein ghusa hua hai, use thodi na pata chalega ki bahar kya chal raha hai. Hum yahan puri tarah safe hain."

Main wahan passage mein zameen par jhuka hua, apni saansein roke hue tha. Us pal mujhe ehsaas hua ki main sirf ek spectator nahi hoon—wo meri hi 'majboori' ka faayda utha kar meri Maa ki izzat ke saath khilwaad kar raha tha. Unhone mujhe itna kamzor samajh rakha tha ki wo meri hi maujoodgi ko apni safety ka proof bana rahe the.

Ye jaanna ki wo meri har movement par nazar rakhe hue the, mere gusse ko ek naye level par le gaya. Main wahan se unhe saaf dekh raha tha, aur wo tiles mein mere kamre ke darwaze ko. Aisa lag raha tha jaise main kisi buri sapne (nightmare) mein hoon, jahan sab kuch saaf dikh raha hai par main kuch bol nahi pa raha hoon.

Uncle ne bade hi dheet aur besharam andaaz mein kaha, "Bas thodi der aur, bhabhi... mera bahut jaldi nikal jayega (cum kar jaunga). Phir hum dono normal ho jayenge, jaise kuch hua hi na ho."

Unka har ek shabd jaise mere kaan mein zeher ki tarah ghul raha tha. Main wahan passage mein chupa hua, tiles ke reflection mein dekh raha tha—unka wo chehra jo hawas aur darindgi se bhara hua tha. Mom, jo abhi bhi wahan khadi thi, unka chehra ek patthar jaisa ho gaya tha.

Mujhe ab samajh aa gaya tha ki agar maine abhi action nahi liya, toh main zindagi bhar khud ko maaf nahi kar paunga. Mera gussa ab mere control se bahar tha. Maine apne haathon mein wo bhari frying pan pakda, apni saansein gehri ki, aur faisla kar liya.

Ab aur chup rehne ka waqt nahi tha. Main bina koi awaaz kiye apni jagah se utha, aur kitchen ke darwaze ki taraf badhne laga. Mere dil ki dhadkan itni tez thi ki mujhe laga shayad wo meri awaaz sun lenge, par mera focus sirf ek cheez par tha: apni Maa ko is ghatiya insaan se aazad karana.

Mom ke munh se nikle ye shabd jaise mere jism mein ek bijli bankar daude. Main wahan passage mein, un tiles ki reflection mein dekh raha tha—Mom ke chehre par wo dard aur woh laachaari, jo ab aur bhi zyada saaf dikh rahi thi.

Mom ne kambakti aur darr se bhari awaaz mein kaha, "Main yakeen nahi kar sakti ki hum ye sab kar rahe hain! Ye kitna galat hai... kitna ganda..."
Lekin unke lafzon mein jitna virodh tha, unka shareer utna hi majboor dikh raha tha. Uncle ne ek pal ke liye bhi apni pakad dheeli nahi ki. Wo us darindgi ke peak par the, aur Mom ki baaton ko nazarandaz karte hue bas apne hi matlab mein lage hue the. Wo "wrong" shabd jaise hawa mein gunj raha tha, aur main wahan tiles ke reflection mein ye sab dekh kar andar se toot raha tha.

Meri aankhon mein aasu the, gusse se bhare hue. Kaise meri maa, jise main duniya ki sabse strong aur pavitra aurat maanta tha, aaj is ghatiya insaan ke chhangul mein fassi hui thi? Aur sabse badi baat—kya wo sach mein majboor thin, ya phir kuch aur tha jo main nahi samajh pa raha tha?

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[Rocky pavitra]

Isko, jayada mat kicho, mummy aur mausa ke beech gandi baat karwao iss incident ke baad,mummy ko realise karo ki unki bi need ab mausa fullfill kar sakte hain. Mummy ko pativrata patni se besharam banao, taki story intresting lage aage ja kr.

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Meri didi ki story ko pasand karne k liye aap sabhi k bahut bahut shukriya, story me bane rahiye aage bahut twist and turn aayenge

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Uncle ne besharmi ki saari haddein paar karte hue kaha, "Bhabhi, bura mat maanna... lekin humne itne kapde pehne hain ki mujhe sahi grip nahi mil rahi hai. Main bas apne shorts aur underwear thoda neeche kar leta hoon."

Mujhe laga tha ki Mom ab toh cheekh padengi, ab toh use thappad marengi... lekin unka jawab mere liye kisi gehri chot se kam nahi tha. Unhone bina peeche mude, badi hi ajeeb aur jaldbazi bhari awaaz mein kaha, "Jo bhi kar rahe ho, jaldi karo!"

Wo 'Jo Bhi Kar Rahe Ho' shabd mere kaanon mein hathode ki tarah baja. Main wahan passage mein tiles ki reflection mein dekh raha tha—Uncle ne apne haath apni waist ki taraf badhaye aur Mom ne bas platform ko aur zor se pakad liya. Unki is baat ne mere dimaag mein ek dhamaka kar diya. Kya Mom sach mein sirf Rahul ke dar se jaldi karne ko keh rahi thin, ya phir kuch aur tha jo mujhe andar hi andar tod raha tha?

Mera gussa ab ek aisi dukh aur hairani mein badal gaya tha jise bayaan karna mushkil tha. Lekin unka wahan khade rehna aur Uncle ka apne kapde nikaalna—ye sab mere ghar ke kitchen mein ho raha tha.

Uncle ne bina kisi sharm ke apne shorts aur underwear ghutno tak neeche gira diye. Reflection mein unka uttejit shareer saaf nazar aa raha tha. Unka 6-inch ka ang poori tarah tan chuka tha aur woh meri Mom ke shareer ke bilkul kareeb tha. Kitchen ki light un safed tiles par pad rahi thi, jis wajah se har ek detail mere samne kisi film ki tarah chal rahi thi.

Mom abhi bhi wahi platform pakde khadi thin, unki peeth Uncle ki taraf thi. Wo manzar itna bhayanak tha ki mujhe apni hi aankhon par yakin nahi ho raha tha. Mere ghar ka kitchen, jahan Mom hamare liye pyar se khana banati thin, aaj ek aisi ghatiya harkat ka gawah ban raha tha.

Uncle ne ab dobara Mom ki kamar ko pakda, lekin is baar unke nange shareer aur Mom ke kapdon ke beech ka fasla lagbhag khatam ho chuka tha. Woh dobara unpar dabav banane lage, aur unki saansein ab tez ho rahi thin jo door se bhi sunayi de rahi thin.

Main wahan passage mein crouch kiye hue, apne gusse ko kabu karne ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin ab bardasht ki hadd khatam ho chuki thi. Meri Maa ne bhale hi unhe "jaldi karne" ko kaha tha, lekin ek bete ke nate main ye sab aur nahi dekh sakta tha.

Uncle ne ek baar phir Mom ki kamar ko apni mazboot girat mein liya aur is baar bina kisi parde ke, apne nange ang ko Mom ke buttocks ke beech set kar diya. Wo unhe apni taraf itni zor se kheench rahe the ki Mom ka shareer unke saath poori tarah chipak gaya tha.

Mom ne abhi bhi apni nazar saamne ki taraf hi rakhi hui thi, jaise wo wahan maujood hi na hon. Unka chehra expressionless ho chuka tha, lekin unki ungliyan kitchen platform ke kinaro ko itni zor se daba rahi thin ki unke knuckles safed pad gaye the. Uncle ki har harkat ab aur bhi zyada aggressive aur janwar jaisi hoti ja rahi thi.

Main wahan passage mein zameen par baitha, tiles ke us "aaine" mein ye sab dekh raha tha. Mere andar ek ajeeb si kashmakash (struggle) chal rahi thi. Ek taraf gussa tha jo mujhe andar se jala raha tha, aur doosri taraf ek gehri chot thi—ye dekh kar ki Mom ne unhe roka nahi. Kya wo itni dar gayi thin ki unka dimaag sunn ho gaya tha? Ya phir wo bas chahti thin ki ye sab jaldi khatam ho jaye?

Lekin mere liye, ek bete ke liye, ye dekhna asahniya (unbearable) tha. Wo ghatiya insaan meri Maa ke saath wo sab kar raha tha jise soch kar bhi ghin aati hai, aur wo bhi mere hi ghar mein, mujhse kuch hi feet ki doori par.

Mom ne wahi apni roz wali neeli (blue) rang ki full-length house gown pehni hui thi. Mujhe pata tha ki us gown ke niche unhone hamesha ki tarah petticoat aur apne undergarments—bra aur pantie—bhi pehne honge. Itni layers hone ke bawajud, Uncle ki hawas itni zyada thi ki wo un kapdon ke upar se hi apni gandi harkat ko anjam dene mein laga hua tha.

Reflection mein woh blue gown ab thodi sikud (crumpled) rahi thi kyunki Uncle ne unki kamar ko itni zor se jakda hua tha. Mom ka shareer us gown ke andar puri tarah akad gaya tha. Wo blue rang jo aksar ghar mein sukoon aur mamta ka ehsaas dilata tha, aaj is gande mahool mein bilkul feeka lag raha tha.

Main passage mein baitha ye soch raha tha ki kitni ajeeb baat hai—wo insaan nanga tha, aur meri Mom puri tarah kapdon mein daki hui thin, phir bhi wo unhe is tarah handle kar raha tha jaise unki koi marzi hi na ho. Uncle ka nanga ang us blue gown ke kapde par ragad raha tha, aur har guzarne wale second ke saath unki aggressive harkat badhti ja rahi thi.

Mom ki height 5’6” hai, aur unka kad (stature) kitchen mein khade hue kaafi graceful lagta tha. Unka chehra bohot hi pyara hai, aur unka fair complexion (gora rang) us neeli gown mein aur bhi zyada khil kar dikh raha tha. Lekin us reflection mein, unka woh khoobsurat chehra aaj bilkul murjhaya hua aur tanaav (stress) mein tha.

Unka 34B-35-38 ka figure humesha unhe ek dignified look deta tha, lekin abhi, jab Uncle ne unhe peeche se apni girat mein liya hua tha, unka woh 38-inch ka curvy bottom Uncle ki hawas ka nishana bana hua tha. Uncle ki 6-inch ki nangi cheez unke buttocks ke beech us blue gown aur petticoat ke kapde par zor-zor se ragad rahi thi.

Mom ne saamne dekhte hue apne hont bhiche hue the. Unka gora rang gusse aur sharm se shayad halka laal pad raha tha, jo tiles ki chamak mein saaf dikh raha tha. Uncle, jo unse thode chhote ya barabar kad ke honge, puri taqat se unhe apne kareeb kheench rahe the, aur unka nanga shareer Mom ki blue gown ke saath contrast mein bohot hi bhayanak dikh raha tha.

Mera dimaag ab in physical details ko dekh kar phatne wala tha. Meri sundar, gori aur dignified Maa ke saath ye sab mere hi saamne ho raha tha.

Uncle ne agle kuch minute tak lagatar unke buttocks par dry humping jaari rakhi. Unki saansein ab aur bhi zyada tez aur bhari ho chuki thin, jo kitchen ki chuppi mein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Tabhi maine dekha ki unhone apna haat peeche se aage ki taraf badhaya, aur Mom ke shareer ko poori tarah apne ghere (encircle) mein le liya.

Unka woh ganda haath Mom ki us blue gown ke upar se unke pet aur waist ko kas kar pakad raha tha, jaise wo unhe kahin bhagne na dena chahte hon. Mom abhi bhi wahi kitchen platform pakde khadi thin, lekin Uncle ki is badhti hui aggression ne unke shareer ko aur bhi zyada stiff kar diya tha. Reflection mein unke gore chehre par ek ajeeb sa dard aur ghin ka mishran tha.

Uncle ki nangi 6-inch ki cheez unki gown aur petticoat ke kapde par tezi se ragad rahi thi. Har dhakke ke saath Mom ka shareer halka sa aage ki taraf jhatka kha raha tha. Woh manzar itna asahniya tha ki mere haath gusse se kaanpne lage the. Woh meri Maa thin—5’6” ki unki dignified personality ko ye insaan ek khilone ki tarah treat kar raha tha.

Uncle ne apna haath Mom ki us blue gown ke upar poore pet (stomach) par ghumana shuru kar diya. Unka haath kabhi upar toh kabhi neeche ja raha tha, jaise wo Mom ke shareer ki har inch ko apna samajh rahe hon. Wo 35-inch ki waist aur stomach area, jise Mom hamesha itni garima (dignity) ke saath dhak kar rakhti thin, aaj Uncle ke gande iradon ka shikaar ho raha tha.

Itne se bhi unka mann nahi bhara, unhone apna muh aage badhaya aur Mom ki nangi peeth aur gardan ke nichle hisse par kisses (chumban) dena shuru kar diya. Unka nanga 6-inch ka ang ab bhi unke buttocks ke beech tezi se ragad raha tha, aur har kiss ke saath wo Mom ko aur bhi zyada zor se apni taraf kheench rahe the.

Mom ne ab apni aankhein band kar li thin. Unka gora chehra tanaav aur shayad ek ajeeb si majboori se bhara hua tha. Unki 5'6" ki lambi frame Uncle ke is attack ke samne bilkul bebas dikh rahi thi.

Main passage mein baitha ye sab dekh kar andar hi andar jal raha tha. Uncle ki saansein Mom ki peeth par mehsoos ho rahi thin, aur unka wo haath jo Mom ke pet par ghoom raha tha.

Uncle ne apna muh toh hata liya, lekin unka woh haath jo Mom ke pet par ghoom raha tha, ab upar ki taraf sarakne laga. Maine reflection mein dekha ki kaise unhone apni pakad badli aur Mom ke breast area (34B) ko gown ke upar se hi zor-zor se dabana (grope) shuru kar diya.

Mom ki blue gown ka kapda unke hathon ki sakht pakad mein aa raha tha. Woh 5'6" ki dignified aurat, jo humesha apne asoolon par chalti thi, aaj apne hi ghar ke kitchen mein is tarah bebas khadi thi. Uncle ka 6-inch ka nanga ang ab bhi unke buttocks ke beech waise hi tana hua tha aur lagatar dry humping jaari thi.

Uncle ne rukne ke bajaye ab aur bhi zyada zor lagana shuru kar diya tha. Unki saansein Mom ke kaan ke paas gunj rahi thin. Mom ne platform ko itni zor se pakda tha ki unke haath kaanp rahe the. Unka fair complexion (gora rang) ab gusse aur sharm se laal pad chuka tha, lekin unhone ab dobara kuch nahi kaha, shayad is shock mein ki unke 'mana' karne ka Uncle par koi asar nahi hua.

Main passage mein baitha, tiles ki chamak mein ye sab dekh kar ab aur bardasht nahi kar pa raha tha.

Uncle ne apne dono haathon se Mom ke breasts ko gown ke upar se hi zor se dabana shuru kar diya. Unka tarika itna dardnak aur dheet tha ki Mom ka poora shareer halka sa peeche ki taraf jhuk gaya. Phir, unhone ek haath Mom ki blue gown ke collar ya chain ke paas se andar dalne ki koshish ki.

Mujhe laga tha ki ab toh Mom unhe dhakka de dengi, ya shayad chillayengi... lekin nahi. Mom ne unhe nahi roka. Unhone Uncle ko apna haath us gown ke andar sarakne diya. Wo 5'6" ki dignified aurat, jinke gore complexion par gusse ki laali honi chahiye thi, wo ab bas wahan khadi thi—shant aur bebas.

Maine dekha ki kaise Uncle ka haath us kapde ke andar gaya, shayad unke bra ya unki nangi boobs ko chune ke liye. Uncle ki dry humping ab pehle se kahin zyada tez aur junooni ho gayi thi. Unka nanga ang Mom ki gown aur petticoat ke kapde ko lagatar ragad raha tha.

Mera dimaag ab ghoomne laga tha. Kyun? Mom kyun nahi rok rahi thin? Kya ye darr tha, ya phir kuch aisa jo meri samajh se bahar tha? Lekin mere liye, unka beta hone ke naate, ye sab dekhna kisi maut se kam nahi tha. Meri Maa ka wo gora, pyaara chehra ab reflection mein bilkul sunn (numb) lag raha tha.

Uncle ki hawas ki koi inteha nahi thi. Kuch minute tak lagatar unke breasts ko gown ke upar se dabane aur peeche se dry humping karne ke baad, woh phir se apni wahiyat shikayat par utar aaya.

Uncle ne ek gehri aur gandi saans li aur Mom ke kaan ke paas phusphusate hue kaha, "Bhabhi, maza nahi aa raha... is housecoat, petticoat aur tumhari pantie ki wajah se mujhe mere ang par woh sahi grip nahi mil rahi jo milni chahiye. Ye saari layers beech mein rukawat ban rahi hain."

Tiles ke reflection mein maine dekha ki Uncle ne itna kehne ke baad apni pakad thodi dheeli ki, jaise woh Mom ke reaction ka intezar kar raha ho ya phir khud hi agla kadam uthane ki taiyari mein ho. Unka woh nanga 6-inch ka ang ab bhi unki gown par ragad raha tha, lekin ab woh aur bhi zyada direct contact chahta tha.

Mom abhi bhi wahi kitchen platform pakde khadi thin. Unka 5’6” ka gora shareer us neeli gown mein halka sa kaanp raha tha. Mujhe laga ki shayad ab woh palat kar unhe thappad marengi ya kam se kam wahan se hat jayengi, lekin unka khamosh rehna mere dil mein hazaron khanjar chubha raha tha. Unka woh 34B-35-38 ka figure, jo itni layers mein dhaka hua tha, ab Uncle ki agli ghinoni koshish ka nishana banne wala tha.

Main passage mein baitha, apni mutthiyan itni zor se biche hue tha ki mere knuckles safed pad gaye the. Uncle ka ye 'complaint' karna is baat ka ishara tha ki ab woh Mom ke kapde utarwane par aane wala hai.

Mom ka yeh jawab sunkar passage mein mere pairo tale zameen hi nikal gayi. Unka bina peeche mude yeh kehna ki "Main kya kar sakti hoon? Bas aur zor se press karo aur khatam karo (cum karo)!", mere dimaag mein ek dhamake ki tarah baja.

Mom ki awaaz mein ab gussa nahi, balki ek aisi thakan aur ajab si majboori thi jaise wo bas is poori situtation se jald se jald peecha chhudana chahti hon. Unka woh gora chehra, jo reflection mein saaf dikh raha tha, ab poori tarah se sunn (numb) ho chuka tha. Woh bas chahti thin ki Uncle apni hawas poori kare aur wahan se hat jaye.

Lekin Uncle, jo pehle hi dheet tha, usne Mom ki is baat ko ek "permission" ki tarah liya. Maine reflection mein dekha ki kaise usne apne dono haath Mom ki kamar par aur bhi mazbooti se jamaye aur unke 38-inch ke buttocks par apna poora dabav (pressure) badha diya.

Wo nanga 6-inch ka ang ab Mom ki blue gown aur petticoat ke kapde ko buri tarah kuchal raha tha. Uncle ne Mom ki baat maante hue apni movement ki speed badha di. Unka shareer ab jhatke le raha tha aur har dhakke ke saath Mom ka 5'6" ka frame kitchen platform se takra raha tha.

Kitchen mein ab sirf Uncle ki bhari saansein aur kapdon ke ragadne ki awaaz gunj rahi thi. Main wahan passage mein tiles ki reflection mein ye sab dekh kar bilkul toot chuka tha. Meri Maa, meri izzat... aaj is tarah ek ghatiya insaan ke samne "jaldi khatam karne" ki guhaar laga rahi thin.

Uncle ne dry humping karte hue, haanfte (panting) hue Mom se kaha, "Bhabhi, ek kaam karo... apni ye housecoat aur petticoat thoda upar utha lo aur apni waist ke paas pakad lo. Isse main apna lund seedha tumhare buttocks ke beech (ass crack) set kar paunga. Direct touch hoga toh jaldi ho jayega. Aur suno, agar Rahul aa bhi gaya, toh bas kapde chhod dena... sab kuch wapas dhak jayega aur use kuch pata nahi chalega."

Main passage mein baitha ye sunkar sunn pad gaya. Wo ghatiya insaan meri hi maujoodgi ko apni is ghinoni scheme ka hissa bana raha tha. Use lag raha tha ki wo itna chalak hai ki meri Maa ke kapde utarwa dega aur kisi ko bhanak tak nahi lagegi.

Reflection mein maine dekha ki Mom ke gore haath, jo ab tak platform ko pakde hue the, thode se kaanpe. Unka 5’6” ka shareer is waqt ek aisi kashmakash mein tha jise dekh kar mera dil phat raha tha. Uncle ka nanga 6-inch ka ang unki blue gown ke piche bilkul taiyar khada tha, bas us kapde ke hatne ka intezar kar raha tha.

Kitchen ki light un tiles par chamak rahi thi, aur mujhe saaf dikh raha tha ki Uncle ne apni pakad thodi dheeli ki hai taaki Mom apne kapde upar utha sakein.

Mom ne apni gardan halki si ghuma kar, bina peeche poori tarah mude, sakht awaaz mein kaha, "Tum pagal ho gaye ho! (You are crazy!)"

Main passage mein baitha ye sunkar thoda relax hua. Maine dabi saans mein socha, "Shukr hai! Chalo, kam se kam ab toh Mom is pagalpan ko rokengi. Ab toh ye bura sapna (nightmare) khatam hoga." Mujhe laga ki unka gussa ab jagega aur wo Uncle ko dhakka de kar wahan se nikal jayengi.

Lekin Uncle par iska koi asar nahi hua. Usne ek gehri, gandi hansi hansi aur kaha, "Pagal toh main tumhare liye hoon bhabhi, aur is waqt jo ho raha hai wo mujhe aur bhi pagal bana raha hai. Bas thodi der ki toh baat hai, Rahul ko kuch pata nahi chalega."

Tiles ki reflection mein maine dekha ki Uncle ne apni pakad dheeli nahi ki, balki wo ab bhi Mom ke 38-inch buttocks ke peeche apna nanga ang ragad raha tha. Mom ka gora chehra ab bhi tanaav mein tha, aur unki saansein tej ho rahi thin.

Mujhe laga tha ki unka "Crazy" kehna is sabka end hoga, lekin Uncle ki zidd aur Mom ki khamoshi ne mahaul ko aur bhi zyada tense kar diya.