Adultery Kashish Sharma: Sanskari Mummy Bani Awara

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Bus ab puri raftar pakad chuki thi aur sadak ke gaddhon par girte-padte wo andhere ko chirte huye aage badh rahi thi. Kashish, jo window seat par dubak kar baithi thi, ab poori tarah apne khayalon ki duniya mein kho chuki thi. Janury ki wo katil thand khidki ke sheeshe se chhan kar unke gore jism tak pahunch rahi thi. Unhone apna chehra thoda aur mod liya aur thakaan ki wajah se unki gehri aankhein dhire-dhire moondne lagi.

32 saal ki Kashish, jiska har ek ang aur unka gora-makhan jaisa badan us pili light mein chamak raha tha, ab bilkul bekhabar thi. Unka sar khidki ke kaanch se tika hua tha aur bus ke har jhatke ke saath unka jism halka sa hil raha tha. Vyom jo uska 10 saal ka beta tha unke bagal mein baitha unka hath thame tha, par wo bhi neend mein jhukne laga tha. Bus mein bheed ka shor tha, engine ki gadd-gaddahat thi, lekin Kashish ke liye ab sab kuch sunn ho gaya tha. Unka wo shapely figure aur curvy badan ab us seat par ek aisi halat mein tha ki kisi ki bhi niyat dol jaye. Wo gehri neend mein chali gayi thi, ye bhool kar ki wo ek bheed wali bus mein hain aur unke pati Saurabh ka door-door tak pata nahi hai. Andhera gehra hota ja raha tha aur bus ki raftar ke saath-saath unki saansein bhi gehri aur bhaari hone lagi thi.

Kashish ko gehri neend mein soye huye kaafi waqt guzar chuka tha.  Uss thand mein bus ki gadd-gaddahat unhe kisi lori jaisi lag rahi thi. Dhire-dhire bus ki bheed thodi kam zaroor hui thi, par seats abhi bhi poori tarah full thi. Log beech-beech mein utar rahe the aur kuch naye musafir chadh rahe the, par Kashish in sab se bekhabar apne khayalon ki dhundh mein khoyi hui thi. Tabhi, bus ne ek bada hi bhayanak aur tej jhatka khaya. Wo jhatka itna zabardast tha ki Kashish ki neend ek pal mein udi gayi aur wo hadbadakar jaag gayi.

Usne apni masoom aankhein malte huye dhire se apni wrist watch par nazar daali. Raat kaafi gehra chuki thi aur bahar sannaata badhta ja raha tha. Kashish ne apne pas se guzar rahe conductor ko ishara kiya aur apni narm awaaz mein pucha, "Bhaiya, sheher aane mein abhi aur kitni der hai?" Conductor ne bas itna hi kaha, "Bas madam, kuch hi der aur..." lekin uski baat poori hone se pehle hi bus driver ne achanak se zor ka break maar diya.

Bus itni tezi se ruki ki Kashish ka poora jism ek jhatke ke saath aage ki taraf jhuk gaya. Unhone fauran Vyom ko sambhala jo lagbhag girne hi wala tha. Us sudden jhatke aur harqat ki wajah se Kashish ke wo bade-bade ubhre huye boobs, unka wo bhari bhakam sina, unke kapdon ke andar zor se hil gaya. Unka gora aur curvy badan us tight tracksuit mein ek pal ke liye tharr-thara gaya, jise dekh kar kisi ki bhi saansein atak jayein. Abhi wo khud ko sambhal hi rahi thi ki bus ke darwaze se ek Raubdar aadmi andar dakhil hua. Uska chehra kaala jese rakh se bana hua tha aur umra wahi koi 50 se 55 saal ke beech rahi hogi. 

Uss raubdaar buddhe ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa rob tha, aur uske ek haath mein purane zamane ka ek bhari-bharkam suitcase tha jo uski shaksiyat ko aur bhi gambhir bana raha tha. Wo thoda aur aage badha toh conductor ne uski taraf sawaliya nazron se dekha aur pucha, "Haan baba, kahan jaoge?" Buddhe ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke ussi sheher ka naam liya jahan Kashish ko jaana tha. Kashish ka dhyan halaki Vyom par tha, par na chahte huye bhi unke kaanon mein ye baat pad gayi.

Bus mein bheed abhi bhi itni thi ki pair rakhne ki jagah nahi thi. Buddhe ne idhar-idhar nazar ghumayi aur bade thairav se kaha, "Bhai, koi ek seat ka jugaad kar do, safar lamba hai aur ye sharir ab thak chuka hai." Conductor ne majboori mein haath khade kar diye aur thoda jhunjhula kar bola, "Arre dada, aap hi dekh lo, yahan seat kahan khali dikh rahi hai? Sab full hai."

Ye sunkar us buddhe ne ek gehri saans li aur phir dhire-dhire apni nazrein ghumate huye seedha Kashish ki taraf dekha. Uski wo buddhi lekin tez aankhein Kashish ke us gore chehre aur unke un ubhare huye silsilon par aakar tik gayi jo abhi us jhatke ki wajah se halki harqat mein the. Kashish ne jab un anjaan nazron ko apni taraf mahsoos kiya, toh unhe ek ajeeb si bechaini hone lagi. Unka wo curvy badan aur 32 saal ka nikhaar us buddhe ki thandi nazron ke niche jaise ek naya nasha paida kar raha tha.

Uss buddhe ne conductor ko apne paas bulaya aur bade raazdarana andaaz mein uske kaan mein kuch phusphusaya. Un dono ki khusur-pusur dekh kar Kashish ke dimaag mein ek pal ke liye sawal utha, par usne dhyan nahi diya. Thodi der baad, conductor dhire-dhire chalta hua Kashish ki seat ke paas aaya aur bade adab se bola, "Arre madam, kya main aapse ek choti si request kar sakta hoon?"

Kashish ko kuch samajh nahi aaya, usne hairani se pucha, "Kya baat hai bhaiya?"

Conductor ne uss buddhe ki taraf ishara karte huye kaha, "Arre madam, wo jo dada abhi bus mein chadhe hai na, kaafi buzurg hain. Dekhiye bechare ke haathon mein kitna bhari saaman bhi hai aur chehre se kaafi thake huye lag rahe hain. Toh agar aap bura na maane aur maan jayein, toh kya aapki ek seat main unko de doon?"

Kashish abhi kuch bolne hi wali thi ki conductor ne fauran baat kaat te huye lalach diya, "Arre madam, aap tension mat lijiye, wo aapki uss seat ka paisa khud de denge. Aapko sirf ek hi seat ka kiraya bharna hoga, baaki wo sambhal lenge."

Kashish ne thoda hichkichate huye idhar-idhar dekha aur boli, "Par bhaiya, kya poori bus mein kahin aur koi seat khali nahi hai kya? Main Vyom ke saath kaise..."

Conductor ne hath jod liye aur request karne laga, "Arre madam, dekhiye na sab full hai. Becharay buddhe aadmi hain, gir-vir gaye toh dikkat ho jayegi. Wese bhi aapka sheher ab bas aane hi wala hai, thodi der ki toh baat hai. Please madam, maan jaiye."

Kashish ne ek nazar Vyom par daali aur phir bahar ke andhere ko dekha. Usne socha ki waise bhi sheher kareeb hai, aur ek seat ke paise bhi bach jayenge, toh thodi der adjust karne mein kya buraai hai? Thakaan aur sardi ki wajah se wo zyada behas nahi karna chahti thi. Usne haar maante huye dhire se sar hila diya aur haami bhar di. Kashish ne Vyom ko apni god mein le liya.

[HotWifeAkshu]

Ab wo 55 saal ka raubdaar buddha, Kashish ke bilkul baju wali seat par baith chuka tha. Bus ke har jhatke ke saath un dono ki kohniyaan ek-doosre se takra rahi thi, jisse Kashish ke mann mein ek ajeeb si hulchul hone lagi thi. Kashish ne Vyom ko apni god mein acche se pakda hua tha, par 10 saal ka Vyom ab thoda bada ho chuka tha, jise sambhalna unke liye mushkil ho raha tha. Uss Buddhe ki tej nazron ne fauran ye bechaini notice kar li. Usne mauka dekhte hi Vyom ki taraf ishara kiya aur bade raubdaar par narm lehze mein bola, "Arre beta, zyada uchlo mat... dekho mummy ko takleef ho rahi hai. Bada pyara bacha hai, kya naam hai aapka beta?"

Kashish, jo ek taraf Vyom ko sambhal rahi thi aur doosri taraf is anjaan buddhe ki proximity se thoda uncomfortable thi, usne maahol ko normal rakhne ke liye dhire se kaha, "Ji, iska naam Vyom hai." Uss Buddhe ne ek gehri muskan ke saath jawab diya, "Wah! Bada pyara naam hai beta aapka... aur beta, aapki mummy ka naam kya hai?" Ye sawal sunte hi Kashish ke kaan khade ho gaye. Use bada ajeeb laga ki abhi toh ye bache se baat kar raha tha, achanak mera naam kyun poochne laga? Par situation aisi thi ki wo mana nahi kar payi aur dhimmi awaaz mein boli, "Ji, mera naam Kashish hai."

Kashish abhi soch hi rahi thi ki kya ise palat kar naam poochna chahiye ya nahi, tabhi us shaks ne khud hi apna introduction de diya, "Ji, mera naam Shamsher Singh hai... Nice to meet you." Aur ye kehte hi usne apna khurdara haath aage badha diya. Kashish ke liye ye moment behad weird tha. Wo sochne lagi ki ek ajnabi se, wo bhi is tarah bus mein, handshake kaise kare? Apna naram aur gora hath us buddhe ke hatho mein dena use bilkul sahi nahi laga. Isliye awkwardness se bachne ke liye usne sirf haath jod diye aur boli, "Ji Namaste, thanks."

Shamsher samajh gaya ki daal abhi gali nahi hai, usne apna hath peeche liya aur haste huye bola, "Waise Kashish ji, ek baat bolu... jitna pyara Vyom hai, aapko dekh kar hi samajh gaya tha... mera matlab hai itni pyari mummy ka itna pyara beta hi hoga, kyun?" Aur wo zor-zor se thahake maarke hasne laga. Uski hasi itni tej thi ki conductor ka dhyan bhi unki taraf gaya. Kashish ko ab ye sab bahut ajib lag raha tha, wo bas Vyom ko niharne lagi taaki Shamsher ko ignore kar sake.

Apne bete ke liye apna pyar dikhane ke liye Kashish ne aage hokar bola, "Ji, mera beta bahut pyara hai," aur bade pyar se apna hath Vyom ke baalon mein ferne lgi. Shamsher Singh jaise isi mauke ki taak mein baitha tha. Usne bhi apna haath aage badhaya aur Vyom ke sir par rakhna chaha, par usne chaalaki se apna haath theek Kashish ke naram haath ke upar tika diya.

Us pal Kashish ke jism mein jaise bijli daud gayi. Shamsher ka haath thand ki wajah se ekdum thanda aur kisi purane ped ki chhaal jaisa khurdara (rough) tha, jabki Kashish ki skin kisi makhan jaisi komal aur naram thi. Shamsher ne bas haath rakha nahi, balki bade itmenan se Kashish ke haath ko apne neeche dabakar masalne laga. Kashish ka gala sookh gaya, wo darr aur hairani ke maare sunn ho gayi. Wo apna haath hatana chahti thi, par Shamsher ne use itni majbooti se pakad rakha tha ki hilna mushkil tha.

Kashish ki khamoshi ko Shamsher ne uski 'haan' samajh liya. Use laga ki shayad Kashish ko ye mardana chhuan pasand aa rahi hai. 32 saal ki us haseena ke naram sparsh ne 55 saal ke Shamsher ke andar aisi aag lagayi ki uski pant mein ek bada sa 'tent' banne laga. Lekin wo purana khiladi tha, usne socha ki abhi zyada jhokim lena theek nahi. Usne dimaag mein plan banaya ki ye aurat bhi isi sheher ki hai, abhi bas jaan-pehchan badha lo aur iske baare mein sab jaan lo... phir toh ye haath kya, poori ki poori Kashish hi uski mutthi mein hogi.

Kashish ke liye ye safar ab ek imtihan banta ja raha tha. January ki thithurti thand ek taraf, aur doosri taraf Vyom ka bhari sharir jo baar-baar unki godi se fisal raha tha. 32 saal ki Kashish, jo hamesha aaramdaayak car mein safar karti thi, aaj is bheed-bhaad wali bus mein paseene chhod rahi thi. Unka gora-chitta chehra thakaan se laal pad gaya tha aur wo Vyom ko sambhalne ki har mumkin koshish kar rahi thi, par nakam thi.

Shamsher Singh, jo apni tirchi nazron se Kashish ki har ek harkat aur unki bechaini ko taad raha tha, samajh gaya ki yahi sahi mauka hai apna 'shareef' chehra dikhane ka. Usne bade hi apnapan aur izzat ke saath kaha, "Arre beti, tum kaafi pareshan ho rahi ho. Agar dikkat ho rahi hai toh Vyom babu ko mujhe de do, main ise apni godi mein bithha leta hoon."

Kashish ne hichkichate huye mana kiya, "Arre nahi uncle, theek hai main sambhal lungi." Par Shamsher kahan manne wala tha, usne thoda raub dikhate huye beech mein hi bola, "Arre isme pareshani ki kono baat nahi hai, lao de do. Safar abhi lamba hai, tum bhi thoda aaram se baith jao... kabse bechari mehnat kiye ja rahi ho." Usne 'mehnat' shabd par jo zor diya, usne Kashish ko thoda sochne par majboor kar diya. Unhe laga ki Vyom yahi toh hai, aur thoda relax hone ka mauka unhe bhi chahiye tha. Kashish ne ek baar sankoch bhari nazron se Shamsher ko dekha aur phir haami bhar di.

Shamsher ne jaise hi Vyom ko Kashish ki godi se uthaya, usne itni furti dikhayi jaise wo isi pal ka intezar kar raha ho. Vyom ab uske paas tha, aur Kashish ne ek gehri saans li. Vyom ko sambhalne ke chakkar mein Kashish ki dress thodi ast-vyast (disarranged) ho gayi thi. Wo apni seat par thodi khadi hui aur apni saree aur tracksuit thik karne lagi. Shamsher ki nazar wahi thahri hui thi. Usne gaur kiya ki jab Kashish uthi, toh unka piche ka tracksuit unke bhari aur gol nitambhon (hips) ke beech fasa hua tha, jisse unke badan ki line saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Shamsher ne apne hothon par zabaan feri, uske munh mein pani aa raha tha, par wo purana khiladi tha, usne turant nazrein fer li taaki koi shak na kare.

Kashish baith gayi aur apna phone check kiya. Saurabh ka abhi bhi koi message nahi tha, jo unhe andar hi andar thoda gussa dila raha tha. Map par dekha toh pata chala ki abhi aadha ghanta baki hai. Unhe sukoon mila ki thodi der toh relax hone ko milega. Shamsher ne ab baaton ka silsila shuru kiya. Pehle idhar-udhar ki baatein aur phir bade dhimme se pucha, "Ye bus kahan se nikli thi, iska first stop kahan tha?" Kashish ne saadgi se bata diya ki wo apne mayke se aa rahi hai.

Shamsher ne jaise dosti ka hath badhate huye kaha, "Ohh, toh Vyom nani ke ghar gaya tha? Bahut achi baat hai. Waise beti, aap karti kya ho?" Ab wo use 'beti' keh kar bula raha tha taaki Kashish ka bharosa jeet sake. Kashish ne bataya ki wo shaadi se pehle job karti thi, par ab sirf housewife hai. Shamsher ne bade hairani se kaha, "Kyun? Aapko toh job karni chahiye!" Kashish ne jawab diya ki Vyom ko dekhna hota hai, par Shamsher uski tareefo ke pul baandhne laga, "Beti aap itni smart ho, apna potential waste kyun kar rahi ho? Vyom college jata hoga, uske papa bhi toh dekh sakte hain."

Kashish ko ye baatein thodi hit hui, unhe laga ki ye anjaan shaks unki kabliyat samajh raha hai. Jab usne pucha ki pati kya karte hain, toh Kashish ne bade garv se bataya, "Ji, wo doctor hain." Shamsher chalaki se ek-ek karke saari jankari nikalwa raha tha aur bholi Kashish sab batati ja rahi thi. Ant mein Shamsher ne badi gambhirta se kaha, "Dekho beti, independent hona zaroori hai, baaki tumhari marzi."

Abhi baatein chal hi rahi thi ki conductor ticket ke paise lene ke liye unke paas pahunch gaya. Shamsher ki nazrein ab bhi Kashish par hi thi, aur uske dimaag mein ab us 'independent' modern maa ko apni mutthi mein lene ka agla plan ban raha tha.

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