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Vivek ne maa ko phir chumne ki koshish ki. Maa ne phusphusaya, “Himmat na karna.” Usne dwar dhakela, silli uthayi aur aakhir khola. 


Pita wahan khade the, geele baal, safed banian aur chhoti patloon, kandhon par ek aur chhota kapda liye kyunki wait karke thak chuke the. Aangan ki taraf ek kadam liya aur turant Vivek dikha. Pita ruke. 

Shak nahi tha. Sirf uljhan thi kyunki socha tha maa aangan saaf karti akeli milegi, kisi anjane purush ke bagal nahi. Aankhein maa se Vivek par gayin phir maa par. 

“Oh,” pita ne kaha. Maa ka dil tez dhadak raha tha, par zabardasti swabhavik muskaan banayi. “Ranveer, kshama. Pehle samjhaana chahiye tha.” 

Pita ne narmi se Vivek ki taraf ishara kiya. “Yeh kaun?” Maa ko samajh aaya yahi pal hai jab sab is par tikka hai kitni shaanti se uttar de. 

“Yeh Vivek hain,” usne kaha. “Purane mitra. Vivek ji, yeh mere pati, Ranveer.” 







Vivek turant ghabraaye gupt atithi se ijjatdar mehman ban gaya. Garm muskaan di aur aage badha. “Ranveer! Aakhir. Tumhare baare mein bahut suna.” 

Pita ka chehra lagbhag turant naram hua. “Suna?” poocha. 

“Haan,” Vivek ne kaha. “Shobha ne kai baar zikr kiya.” Maa ne aadhe pal Vivek ko dekha, jaanti thi takniki taur par yeh sach tha. 

Pita muskuraye aur haath badhaya. “Milkar khushi hui.” Vivek ne milaaya, “Mujhe bhi.” 

Pita abhi uljhe the, par woh nirdosh uljhan thi jo snaan ke dauran anjane mehman ko aangan mein dekhkar aati hai. “To andar kaise aaye?” pita ne poocha. Vivek ne chikni tarah kaha, “Bahar ke aangan-dwar se.” 

Pita faatak ki taraf dekhe. “Ah.” Maa ne jaldi joda, “Jab Vivek aaye main bahar thi, isliye ghar ke through nahi aaye.” 

Us vyakhya ne pita ki uljhan ka ek hissa turant suljha diya. Pita ne sir hilaaya. “Yeh theek baithta hai.” 

Phir aangan ke dwar ko dekha. “Aur dwar?” Maa uske liye taiyar thi. 

“Kheenchkar band kiya kyunki laga abhi snaan chal raha hai aur bahar ka shor ghar mein na jaye. Band hote hi silli khisak gayi. Jaante ho woh silli kaisi hai.” 

Pita ne silli dekhi aur sir hilaaya. “Haan, sach. Kehta rehta hoon ise badalna chahiye.” Maa lagbhag rahat ki saans chhodne wali thi. 

Vivek ne madad se kaha. “Laga maine toda.” Pita hans ke bole, “Nahi, nahi. Woh tala mahinon se satata hai.” 

Maa ne Vivek ko dekha. Usne sabse chhoti vijay-nazar di. Phir pita ko blauz par nishan dikhe. 

“Shobha, wahan kya hua?” poocha. Maa ne turant neeche dekha jaise bhool hi gayi ho. “Oh! Dahi.” 

“Dahi?” pita ne dohraya. “Haan. Gir gaya,” maa ne kaha. Pita nahi jaante the safed dag Chacha Vivek ka veerya hai. 

Vivek ne hamdardi se sir hilaaya. “Kaafi zyada.” Maa ne use dekha, pita hans ke bole, “Dikh raha hai. Aksar gandagi karti hai.” 

Maa bacha hua veerya-dag sadi se ponchti rahi. 

Yeh lagbhag atyadhik poora tha. Praman maa ki vyakhya ke saath. Pita muskuraye, “Jaldbazi mein hamesha giraati ho.” 

Maa ne lajjit muskaan di. “Jaanti hoon.” Vivek ne joda, “Kaha tha sookhne se pehle saaf kar lo.” 

Pita gambhirta se sir hilaaye. “Sahi kehte hain. Dahi ka dag chhodo to gandh aati hai.” Maa dono purushon ke beech dekhi. Yakeen nahi aaya pita maa aur Chacha Vivek se aise bhole. 

Paanch minat pehle dahshat thi pita dag dekhenge. Ab pita aur Vivek dhulai ki baat kar rahe the. 

Main yeh sab andar se dekh raha tha, hansna rokna atyant kathin ho raha tha. Sabse ajeeb yeh tha pita mein sach-sach koi shak nahi. Har ajeeb vivaran ko ekdum mamuli vyakhya mil gayi. 

Maa ka ghabraaya chehra asani se us lajja par daala ja sakta tha ki angochha bina wait karwaya. Pita ne phir maa ko dekha. “Par bataya kyun nahi koi yahan hai?” 

Maa ruki. Iske liye thoda zyada savdhan uttar chahiye tha. 

“Kahna chahiye tha,” usne maana. “Kshama. Tum angochha bula rahe the, Vivek abhi aaye the, dahi har jagah gir chuka tha, aur dwar sat gaya tha.” 

“Sab ek saath hua,” woh jaari rahi. “Sochti rahi ek cheez niptaun phir dwar kholun.” 

Pita dheeme hanse. “Aur main andar soch raha tha snaan ke baad patni ne kyun chhod diya.” Maa muskurayi, “Kshama, Ranveer.” 

“Kah sakti thi, ‘Mehman hain,’” pita ne kaha. “Jaanti hoon,” maa ne kaha. 

Vivek ne vinay se haath uthaya. “Aadha dosh sweekarta hoon.” Pita ne dekha, “Kis baat ka?” 

“Sabse bure samay aane ka,” Vivek ne kaha. Pita hanse. “Yeh koi apraadh nahi.” 

Maa lagbhag khans padi. Sambhav tha kuch veerya bahar nikal aata. Mujhe munh pherna pada. 

Pita ne aakhir poocha, “To tum dono kaise jaante ho?” Maa ne kaha, “Varshon se. Kuch samay sampark toota, haal mein phir jude.” 

Pita ne phir dekha. “Shobha, jaakar blauz badal lo.” Maa ne kaha, “Ek minat.” Phir pita ne Chacha Vivek ko andar bulaya. Pita pehle andar gaye, phir maa ne Chacha Vivek se kaha andar theek chalein, koi natak na karein. 








Us ajeeb dopahar ke baad pita aur Chacha Vivek ajnabi-se zyada der nahi rahe; kuch dinon mein pita unki baat aise karne lage jaise unhe apna purana mitra mil gaya ho. 

Chacha Vivek chai ke liye aane lage. Pita ke saath baithak mein baithte, kaam ki baat, kabhi shaam tak ruke. 

Pita ko unki sangat achhi lagti. Ek baar maa se kaha, “Vivek asal mein bhadra purush hain. Pehle bataana chahiye tha,” aur maa ne dheeme kaha, “Batane layak kuch khaas nahi tha.” 

Woh vaakya mere sir mein tika kyunki jaanta tha batane layak usse bahut zyada hai jo pita kalpana kar sakein. Woh Vivek ko maa ke atit ka mitra dekhte the, nahi jaante the wahi purush hai jo unki pyari patni ko gupt chhod raha hai. 

Kabhi, pita ke bolte, Vivek maa ki taraf dekhkar chhoti aankh maarta. Sirf tab jab pita bhatke hon. 








Maa turant nazar pher leti. Shuru mein chehra kas jaata jab aisa karta, jaise chetavani dena chahe anavashyak jokhim le raha hai. 

Sach socha tha maa aakhir Vivek se nafrat karegi is sthiti mein daalne ke liye. Hamesha gambhirta se ijjat, vivah, prarthana aur rekha khinchne ki baat karti thi. 

Par nafrat nahi ki. Yahi sabse zyada chakit kiya. 

Ulte, dheere uski aadi ho gayi. Har pal nahi sochti thi, “Pati se vyabhichar kar rahi hoon,” kyunki sab ko chhote kaamon mein tod deti jo maaf karna aasan lage. 

Sandesh sirf sandesh. Nazar sirf nazar, chai sirf chai, aur niji baatchit do purane mitron ki baat kahi ja sakti thi. 

Kabhi-kabhi vivek ek saath laut aata. Ek baar rasoi ke kareeb dheeme Vivek se kaha, “Kabhi lagta hai yeh galat ho raha hai,” aur usne kaha, “Galat tab hua jab aangan mein mera ling choosne maana.” 

Maa ghoori, “Isliye to rukna chahiye.” Vivek ne kaha, “Phir ruko,” par tarika chunauti jaisa tha kyunki dono jaante the pehle bhi doorii banane ki koshish ho chuki. 

Lagbhag ek saptah sharirik kuch nahi hua. Na chumma, na chudai, na munh ka kaam, na aangan ka gupt pal, aur jab Vivek aata pita ke saamne lagbhag poora theek chalta. 

Phir bhi chipak gayi nahi; sandeshon, nazron, intezaar aur niji baaton mein chali gayi. 

Us dopahar woh savdhan doorii aakhir tooti. Pita baithak mein aaram se rajpatra padh rahe the, kabhi panna palatte lekh par kuch badbadaate, Vivek kareeb baitha tha aur maa bhojan leke bhojan-kaksh aur baithak ke beech chal rahi thi. 

Maa ne Vivek ke saamne thali rakhi aur palat hi rahi thi ki usne nazar pakad li. Pita padhne mein poore doobe the, aur Vivek ne jaan-bujhkar chhoti aankh maari phir pal-bhar nazar us galeyare ki taraf ki jahan snaangrih tha. 

Matlab mujhe bhi saaf tha. Waisi chup ishara jo kahe, “Wahan milo,” bina ek shabd ka jokhim liye. 

Maa ne bhi turant samjha. Muskurane ke bajay aankh ghumayi, saaf chirchiraahat se, honth kase, palat gayi jaise soch rahi ho, “Tum itne gambhir nahi ho sakte.” 

Vivek us pratikriya par lagbhag muskurane wala tha, par usi pal pita rajpatra se uthkar dekhe aur Vivek ne turant chehra badla. Galeyare ki taraf sahaj ishara karke kaha, “Snaangrih istemal karna hai,” aur pita ne bina shak haath hilaaya. 

“Theek Vivek, wapas aana taaki aur baat ho,” pita ne kaha, aankhein pehle se rajpatra par utaarte. Vivek utha, galeyara chala, snaangrih ke dwar se aise gayab hua jaise isme koi ajeeb baat hi na ho. 

Maa ne jaate dekha, par pehle us disha mein phir nahi dekha. Bhojan ke saath baithi, pita ke bagal khane lagi, thali par itni gambhirta se kendrit ki jaan-bujhkar laga. 

Par dikha khane par sach-sach kendra nahi raha. Niwala leti, dheere chabati, thali dekhti, phir pal-bhar galeyare ki taraf jhaankti, khud ko pakadkar nazar pher leti. 

Sir mein vivad chal raha tha. Ek hissa shayad soch raha, “Vivek ke peeche snaangrih nahi jaungi; pati yahin baithhe hain,” doosra poochhta kyun Vivek ne bulaane ki mehnat ki aur kya kehna chahta hai. 

Ek aur niwala liya aur doordarshan-yantra ghoora bina dekhe. 

Phir aankhein snaangrih ki taraf gayin, aur lagbhag socha ek aur vichaar aaya: “Agar jaun to Vivek ko phir protsahan. Agar rukungi to shayad nikalega khud se prasann.” 

Phir khud se chirchi hui is soch par. Aasan par sarki, chamach par chawal liya, pita ko dekha, shayad yaad dilane ko pati kuch hi fut door baithhe dono par vishwas karte hue. 

Isse faisla ho jana chahiye tha, hua nahi. Aur tees pal beete, maa ne phir galeyare ki taraf dekha. 

Har baar chehre ka badlav dikha. 

Ek aur chhota niwala khaya aur kuch der sochi. Kalpana ki khud se keh rahi, “Sirf jaakar kahungi aisa mat karo. Isliye nahi ja rahi ki usne maanga; chetavani dene ja rahi hoon.” 

Yahi bahana aakhir sweekar kiya. Maa ne thali rakhi, ungliyan ponchin, khadi hui. 

Pita ne rajpatra ke oopar se dekha, “Khatam?” Maa ne turant kaha, “Nahi, haath dho kar aur pani lati hoon,” us sahajta se jaise khade hone se pehle vyakhya taiyar thi. 








Pita ne sir hilaaya aur padhne lage. Maa ne mez se khali dhatu ka pyala uthaya taaki bahana aur pakka lage, aur mamuli chaal se galeyare gayi. Dekha bada nitamb chalte hilta. 

Jaldi nahi ki, jo mujhe aur shak-bhari lagi. Jo sach-sach pani lene jaaye use itni mehnat nahi karni padti ki pani lene jaisi dikhe. 

Snaangrih pahunchi to ek pal bahar ruki aur kandhe se baithak dekhi. Pita ka chehra abhi rajpatra ke peeche tha. Snaangrih ki taraf chalte peeche dekhti rahi. 

Snaangrih ka dwar halka dhakela aur andar gayi. “Vivek?” Woh andar khada, uska wait karta. 

Maa sirf itni ghusi ki baat ho sake aur turant bhaunhen tedi keen. “Yeh kya kar rahe ho? Buddhi chali gayi? Pati agle kamre mein baithhe hain.” 

Vivek ne awaz giraayi, “Phir bhi tum aayi.” Maa khel-bhav se nahi, chirchiri lagii, “Aayi yeh kehne ki murkh mat bano, isliye nahi ki bulaya.” 

“Phir kaho aur jao,” Vivek ne kaha. Maa ne bahen jakadin, phusphusaya, “Theek. Aankh mat maro, pati ke saamne ishare mat karo, aur yeh murkh sthitiyan mat banao.” 

Vivek ne kuch pal dekha, “Dopahar bhar mujhe taal rahi ho.” Maa ne kaha, “Kyunki aise chalo to taalna hi chahiye.” 

Dwar ki taraf palati, saaf irada nikalne ka. Vivek ne haath pakadkar galeyare mein kadam se pehle andar kheench liya, aur maa ne turant phusphusaya, “Vivek, ruko.” 

Usne haath chhod diya, marzi ke khilaf nahi thaama, par koi hata nahi. Ek lambe pal saamne khade rahe, maa gusse dikhti, Vivek aisa jaise jaane uska gussa kisi aur se lad raha hai. 

Phir Vivek jhuka aur chuma. Main andar se lagbhag hans pada kyunki maa poora rasta aisi dikhi jaise adhyapika kisi ko daantne ja rahi ho, par chumte hi jo bhashan riyaz kiya lagbhag gayab. 

Chakit isse hua ki maa ne use hatane ki gambhir koshish bhi nahi ki. Haath pehle seene par rahe, lagbhag jaise rokegi, par rahi wahi aur kuch shant pal wapas chuma. 








Sthiti lagbhag hasya-janak thi. Pita sirf galeyare ke us paar rajpatra padh rahe the jab maa, jo pichhle paanch minat khud ko manati rahi sirf Vivek ko chetavani dene ja rahi hai, chetavani bhool chuki thi. 

Vivek ne dono haath uske stanon par rakhe, phir mota nitamb pakda jab maa uski kamiz ka kinara thaame rahi. Uske hisse khel nahi tha; abhi dvandv dikha, jaise chumte hue bhi jaanti ho samay kitna galat hai. 

Kuch pal baad maa ne achanak chumma toda. Sir snaangrih ke dwar ki taraf kiya aur suni. 

Chehra bhav se savdhani mein badla. Dwar ki taraf thoda jhuki aur galeyare neeche dekha, jaanne ko pita ne notice kiya ya nahi woh zaroorat se der rahi. 

Pita wahi the. Saamne rajpatra khula, aur jahan maa khadi thi shayad doosre panne ke palatne ki halki sarsarahat suni. 

Maa ne saans chhodi aur Vivek ko dekha. “Yahi to na karne ko kaha tha,” phusphusaya. 







Vivek ne chhoti muskaan di, “Yeh bhi kaha tha yahan mujhe rokne aayi ho.” Maa ne bhaun tedhi keen, “Aayi thi.” 

“Abhi yahan ho, mere haath tumhare bade nitamb par,” usne kaha. Maa chirchiraahat se dekhi kyunki jaanti thi iska koi achha uttar nahi. 

Phusphusaya, “Pati baithak mein baithhe hain. Buddhi rakho.” Vivek ne kaha, “Itni buddhi hai jaanta hoon sach-sach chahti to abhi nikal jaati.” 

Phir jab chhupa raha, pita ne mujhe bulaya, gussa aaya kyunki maa aur Chacha Vivek ka chumma dekhna jaari rakhna tha. Baithak gaya, unhone dekha aur pani lane ko bheja. 

Pani laya aur jaldi wapas dekhne gaya. Pita ne parvah nahi ki, na poocha kahan ja raha hoon. Rajpatra padhte rahe. Jaise hi snaangrih jhaankne pahuncha, chakit hua maa ghutnon par Chacha Vivek ka vishal ling choos rahi thi. 

Is baar poora munh mein sama gaya. Socha kaise manaya us pal pati ghar mein rajpatra padhte hue. Sach chakit tha yeh purush maa ko hamare hi ghar mein veshya bana raha hai. 




 

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Maa dabakar bolti rahi jab ling choosti rahi, “Tum hamesha sab kuch aasan bana dete ho,” aur Vivek ne kaha, “Kyunki kabhi-kabhi aasan hota hai. Dheere chooso meri pyari kulta...” 


Phir usne phir sir pakda aur aur dhakela taaki poora ling nigal sake. 

Is baar maa ne sirf pal-bhar hichkichaya, phir bhi ek haath jaanghon par rakha jaise kam-se-kam yeh bhram bana rahe ki jab chahe rok sakti hai. 

Vivek ne chehre se khula baal hataaya aur dheeme kaha, “Tum mere baare mein sochti ho jab sochne se rokne ki koshish karti ho.” Maa ne ling chooste hue kaha, “Aham mat bano.” 

“Yeh inkaar nahi tha, tum dheere meri kulta ban rahi ho,” usne kaha. Maa ne chetavani-bhari nazar di par choosti rahi. 








Ek chhote pal Vivek ne sir jaghan ke kareeb thaama aur maa ne maathe ko uske jaghan se lagaaya. 

Yeh uttejna se kam, us ajeeb parichay se zyada tha jo unke beech ban chuka tha, ehsaas ki guptata ne hi niji palon ko ghar ke sadharan niyamon se alag kar diya. 

Phir vastav ek saath laut aaya. Woh nahi chahti thi Chacha Vivek munh mein gire. Maa jaldi uthi, ling munh se nikaala, turant seedhi hui aur phusphusayi, “Kaafi. Apni ashuddhata mere munh mein mat girao. Main pehle se bahut der ho chuki.” 








Vivek kuch aur kehne laga, par maa ne haath uthaya. “Nahi. Tum ek minat aur yahin raho. Main pehle jaati hoon.” 

Tab use yaad aaya woh khali pyala jo saath laya tha. Ek pal ghoora, lagbhag bhaybhit ki itni asani se wahi bahana bhool gayi jisne use galeyare tak laya. 

Maa snaangrih se nikli, pehle rasoi gayi, pyala pani se bhara aur jaan-bujhkar ek ghoont liya. Phir baithak mein aisi chali jaise jiske saath bilkul kuch ajeeb na hua ho. 

Par ek khaas chal hoti hai jab vyakti jaanta ho galat kiya aur achanak uske saamne khada ho jisse chhupa raha ho. 

Har cheez ka bhaan ho jata hai—chehra, saans, haath kahan rakhe, kitni jaldi jawab de, even nazar hatana shak-bhara to nahi. 

Maa zaroorat se zyada savdhani se baithi. Sadi ka kinara theek kiya, baal chhue, thali uthayi aur turant rakh di kyunki laga ek saath bahut kuch karna ghabrahat dikhega. 

Phir bhojan liya aur doordarshan-yantra ghoorte chabane lagi. Pradarshan lagbhag manne layak tha, siway iske ki parde ko us ekagrata se dekh rahi thi jaise pariksha de rahi ho. 

Pita ne kuch der baad rajpatra giraaya aur use dekha. “Der laga di,” kaha. 

Maa ne turant dekha. “Kya?” poocha, bahut jaldi, phir sudharte hue, “Haath dhoye, phir pani yaad aaya, aur nal ke kareeb kuch cheezen sarkaani thin.” 

Pita ne galeyare neeche dekha, “Aur Vivek? Woh tumse pehle snaangrih gaye.” Aadhe pal maa jaam hui. 

Phir sambhali, “Jab guzri tab wahi the. Shayad itna khane ke baad pet satata ho.” Chhoti kandha-hilaayi, “Wapas aayein to poochhna; main kaise jaanun wahan kya kar rahe hain?” 

Aakhiri vaakya lagbhag atyadhik raksha-bhari thi. Pita ne ek pal aur dekha, par khushkismati se shak se zyada vinod laga. 

Ek minat aur baad Vivek lautaa. Maa ke ulta, chirchiraahat-bhari shanti se dikha. 

Baithak aaya, asteen theek karta, “Kshama, ummeed se der ho gayi.” Pita hanse, “Patni pehle se bhojan par dosh daal rahi thi.” 

Raat ko, pita sone ke baad maa Chacha Vivek ko sandesh bhejne lagi. Jaanta tha kyunki uska sandesh-yantra mere se joda tha, isliye jab uske khate par sandesh aate main baatchit ban-ti dekh sakta tha. 

Riwaz anumanit ho gaya. Maa pita ke bagal leti, wait karti saans dheemi ho, kandhe se dekhti aankhein band hain ya nahi, phir doorbhash ki chamak giraakar likhti. 








Kabhi har kuch sandesh ke baad rukti aur phir peeche dekhti. Woh jaanch dikhati thi samajhti hai chhupane layak kuch hai, chahe uska naam vishwasghat na le. 

Phir pet ke bal palatti, doorbhash takiye ke kareeb rakhti, likhti rehti. Woh sthiti-badlav batata tha baatchit mein baith rahi hai, sirf ek-do uttar nahi de rahi. 

Ek raat Vivek ne likha, “Tumhara pati kitna murkh hai, na chudai dikhi na ling choosna.” Maa ne kaha, “Unki aisi baat mat karo.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Sirf keh raha hoon vishwas karta hai jab main uski patni kha raha hoon.” Maa ne likha, “Isse tumhe ghamand nahi, burai mehsoos honi chahiye.” 

Usne kaha, “Tum ho jo unke bagal sote hue mujhe likh rahi ho.” Maa likhna ruki, phir, “Jaanti hoon kahan hoon, Vivek.” 

Usne likha, “Kya?” Maa ne kaha, “Haan, aur kabhi jo kar rahi hoon usse nafrat aati hai.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Nafrat tab tak jab tak sandesh band na karun.” Maa ne likha, “Yeh sach nahi.” 

Usne kaha, “Phir doorbhash rakh do.” Maa kuch der nahi boli, par doorbhash bhi nahi rakha. 

Tab samajhne laga kyun itni chipak rahi. Vivek guptata, dhyan, jokhim aur us ehsaas se jud gaya tha ki patni ki pehchaan ke bahar bhi chahiye jaati hai. 

Maa ne varsh niyantrit, ijjatdar tarike se jeeyi. Vivek ke saath har paar ki rekha agli ko aasan karti kyunki ek cheez chhupaane ke baad doosri chhupana naya kshetra nahi lagta. 

Yahi tarika tha jisse lagbhag nirlajj ho gayi bina nirlajj banne ka faisla kiye. Dohraav ne chot mandi ki, aur tark us chhavi ko bachata raha jo abhi khud ko achhi stree maanti thi. 

Doosri raat Vivek ne likha, “Aaj mujhe lagbhag nahi dekha.” Maa ne kaha, “Pati wahan baithhe the.” 








Usne kaha, “Yeh kabhi rok nahi paya ki notice karo.” Maa ne likha, “Tum atyadhik vishwasi ho rahe ho.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Kyunki shuru se unhe bhola diya.” Maa ne turant kaha, “Yeh mat kaho.” 

Woh jaari raha, “Sochta hai chai aur baatchit ke anand ke liye aata hoon.” Maa ne likha, “Unhone ijjat di. Kam-se-kam uski ijjat karo.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Karta hoon. Keh raha hoon unhe pata nahi kya ho raha.” 

Maa ne likha, “Yeh ghamand ki baat nahi.” Vivek ne kaha, “Na yeh ki jawab se pehle dekhna woh soye hain.” 

Phir ruki. Phir likha, “Tum hamesha sab ko usse bura bana dete ho jitna hai.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Nahi. Sirf woh khulkar kehta hoon jiska naam tum nahi lena chahti.” 

Ek aur baatchit thi jisse maa ka badlav aur saaf hua. Vivek ne poocha sab kuch khatam karne socha ya nahi, maa ne kaha, “Kai baar.” 

Usne kaha, “Par karti nahi.” Maa ne likha, “Shayad kyunki jab rukne ka faisla karti ho tum phir aa jaate ho.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Aata hoon kyunki uttar deti ho.” Maa ne kaha, “Aur agar dena band karun?” 

Usne likha, “Do din tikogi.” Maa ne kaha, “Sochte ho mujhe bahut jaante ho.” 

Aadhi-raat ke kareeb Vivek ne achanak likha, “Snaangrih jao. Kuch kehna hai.” Maa ne kaha, “Nahi.” 

Usne kaha, “Jao.” Maa ne likha, “Pati bagal soye hain. Bina kaaran nahi uthungi.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Phir kaho niji baat nahi karni.” Maa ne likha, “Pehle se niji baat kar rahi hoon.” 

Usne kaha, “Theek se nahi. Har tees pal peeche dekhti ho.” Maa ne kaha, “Kyunki bagal pati soye hain, Vivek.” 

Usne likha, “Yahi to. Kisi jagah jao jahan kandhe se dekhna band ho.” 

Kai minat kuch nahi hua. Phir dekha maa ne pita ko ek baar aur dekha, dheere uth baithi, suni jaanne ko jaage to nahi. 

Kuch pal wahi rahi, jaise aakhiri hissa abhi kehta palang par raho. Phir uthi, doorbhash saath liya, aur dheeme snaangrih chali. 








Yeh pal uske badlav ko kisi bhashan se behtar samjhaata tha. Maa abhi jaanti thi naitik rekha kahan hai, par jaanna ab us rekha ko paar rokne ke liye kaafi nahi raha. 

Snaangrih pahunchi aur dwar dheeme band kiya. Kai minat sirf khadi rahi doorbhash haath mein, ek uttejna liye jo khud ko bhi theek se nahi samjha sakti thi. 

Darpan mein khud ko dekha aur phusphusayi, “Main kar kya rahi hoon?” Uljhan yeh thi ki vivek-wale uttar pehle se jaanti thi—doorbhash rakh do aur palang laut jao—phir bhi jab naya sandesh aaya turant patal dekhi. 

Vivek ne likha, “Baith jao,” aur maa ne sandesh par bhaun tedhi karke likha, “Kahan?” Usne kaha, “Shauchalay ki baithak par,” aur maa ne pal-bhar patal ghoora, “Ab niyam kyun de rahe ho?” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Kyunki khadi ho pati ke jagne ki chinta karti.” Maa ne likha, “Zaroor chinta hai. Bees fut door soye hain.” 

“Phir baitho aur idhar-udhar mat chalo,” Vivek ne likha, aur maa ne aankh ghumayi, par ajeeb yeh ki baad mein shauchalay ki baithak dekhi. Likha, “Tumhare hukum se nahi baithungi,” Vivek ne kaha, “Theek. Isliye baitho ki tum chahti ho.” 

Maa hichkichayi phir band dhakkan par baith gayi. Main lagbhag hans pada kyunki kai sandesh itni chhoti baat par vivad kiye phir wahi kiya jo usne kaha. 

Vivek ko turant laga aur likha, “Baith gayi, na?” Maa ne kaha, “Shayad,” Vivek ne kaha, “Hamesha ziddi ho jaati ho jab jaanti ho main sahi hoon.” 

“Ziddi isliye hoon ki tum satate ho,” maa ne likha. “Farq hai.” 

Phir Vivek ne vishay badla, “Yaad hai aakhiri baar tumhari yoni chhodi?” Maa hili nahi aur is sandesh ko doosron se lambi der dekha. 

Aakhir likha, “Shuru mat karo.” Vivek ne kaha, “Matlab yaad hai,” maa ne kaha, “Zahir hai yaad hai. Iska matlab nahi iski baat karo.” 

“Kyun?” Vivek ne poocha. “Kyunki achha laga?” 

Maa ki ungliyan doorbhash par ruki, phir likha, “Kyunki jaante ho aisi baat karke kya kar rahe ho.” Vivek ne kaha, “Yaad hai kitni jaldi anand mein karahi,” maa ne kaha, “Yeh baatchit ab band karo...” 

Usne likha, “Hamesha dikhati ho jaise sakht yoni kamzor jagah nahi.” Maa ne turant kaha, “Koi kamzor jagah nahi,” Vivek ne kaha, “Phir use chhu kyun rahi ho?” 

Woh sandesh sach mein chakit kar gaya. Maa ne neeche dekha aur paya padhte hue anjaane ek haath yoni ke bagal le aayi thi, jaldi uthaya aur doorbhash ghoora jaise Vivek deewar paar dekh sake. 

Is hasya-janakta par dheeme hansa. Pita shaanti se soye the jab maa satae snaangrih mein doosre purush se moh-baat karti yoni chhuti. 

Maa ne likha, “Kuch nahi chhu rahi thi,” Vivek ne kaha, “Ab chhu rahi ho.” Lagbhag lagaa use galat sabit karne ko zidd hai, par kuch pal baad ungliyan phir yoni par aayin. Raatri vastr bhi utar diya. 

Yoni ke bagal anman se malte hue padhti rahi. Vivek ne likha, “Jab iske baare mein sochti ho hamesha yahi karti ho,” maa ne kaha, “Aise mat chalo jaise meri har baat jaante ho.” 








“Sab nahi jaanta,” usne kaha. “Sirf jaanta hoon kis se vivad rukta hai. Sun raha hoon saans tez hai.” 

Maa ne likha, “Kuch nahi rokta tumse vivad.” Vivek ne kaha, “Tumhari yoni rokti hai.” 

Maa ne pal-bhar chehra ek haath se dhaka aur likha, “Tum asambhav ho.” Phir naya sandesh aaya: “Main bahar hoon.” 

Maa ghoori aur turant likha, “Bahar kahan?” Vivek ne kaha, “Snaangrih.” 

Maa itni jaldi uthi ki doorbhash girane wali thi. Likha, “Vivek, mazak band karo,” usne kaha, “Mazak nahi.” 

Kuch pal sirf suni. Ghar lagbhag shant tha siway pankhe ki dheemi awaz aur shayankaksh ki kabhi-kabhi sarak. 

Maa snaangrih ki khidki ki taraf bahut dheeme gayi aur kundi par haath rakha. Hichkichayi, phir sirf kuch ungal kholi. 

Aankhein phailin kyunki Vivek sach-sach khada tha, safed banian aur kaali chhoti patloon pehne jaise jaldbazi mein bina theek kapde pehne bahar nikal aaya ho. 

Maa ne dwar aur khola aur phusphusaya, “Buddhi poori chali gayi? Mukhya dwar jao. Hato! Koi dekh le.” Phir Chacha Vivek mukhya dwar gaye. Maa jaldi daudi dwar kholne. 

Vivek muskuraya, “Tumhe bhi namaste.” Maa ne phusphusaya, “Yahan kya kar rahe ho? Aadhi raat hai.” 

“Kaha tha theek se baat nahi ho paati,” usne kaha. Maa ghoori, “Yeh nahi kaha tha mere ghar aao!” 




 

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Vivek vinodit dikha aur bola, “Tumne yeh bhi kaha tha ki nahi baithogi, phir baith gayi.” Maa ne use ghura aur phusphusaya, “Yeh hasne ki baat nahi. Mera pati andar so raha hai.” 


Vivek ne awaz giraayi, “Phir yeh natak band karo ki samajh nahi aata main kyun aaya.” Maa ne kaha, “Sach mein nahi samajh aata.” 

“Samajh aata hai,” usne kaha. “Pichhli baar tumhare liye bhi kaafi nahi thi aur aaj ka munh ka kaam jaldbazi mein tha, aaj raat samay lete hain, tumhara pati subah tak nahi jagega.” 

Maa ka chehra kathor hua aur usne phusphusaya, “Meri chaah ka faisla mat karo.” Vivek ne kaha, “Phir kaho tumne nahi socha main tumhe doosri baar chhodun.” 

Jawab se pehle shayankaksh se ek gehra karahna aaya jab pita ne neend mein palat liya. Sab ek pal mein badal gaya. 

Maa ne Vivek ka haath pakda aur phusphusaya, “Aao.” Yeh mujhe uske dwar par aane se zyada chakit kiya kyunki ek pal pehle use jaane ko keh rahi thi, phir bhi pita ke hilne ki awaz ne use bhagaya nahi—chhupaya. 







Usne use jaldi galeyare se atithi-kaksh ki taraf kheencha. Main uttejit ho gaya aur ling kathor ho gaya kyunki maa khud apne kaam se chakit lagi, par faisla hote hi sahaj ne le liya. 

Shayankaksh dekha, phir baithak, aur phusphusaya, “Andar.” Vivek atithi-kaksh mein gaya aur maa ne galeyare ka deepak bujha taaki achanak jagne wala sarak kam dekhe. 

Phir uske peeche khisak gayi aur dheeme dwar band kiya. Andhere ne sab ko gambhir bana diya kyunki tab tak yeh dikha sakti thi ki anapekshit atithi sambhal rahi hai, par uske saath andhere kamre mein ghusna uska apna faisla tha. 

Theek se palatne se pehle Vivek ne kandhe narmi se pakde aur chuma. Maa ek pal jaam hui, par nahi dhakela. 

 
Shayad yahi hissa tha jo woh khud sabse kam samajhti thi—vivek abhi kehta tha yeh galat hai, par bhav se guptata aur dhyan se pehle hi jud chuki thi. Alag hote usne phusphusaya, “Tumhe yahan nahi hona chahiye.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Par tum andar laayi.” Maa ne kaha, “Isliye kyunki pati hila aur uska karahna suna.” 

“Bahar dhakel sakti thi,” Vivek ne kaha. Maa ke paas uttar nahi tha. 

Vivek ne dheeme kaha, “Tumhari yaad aayi.” Maa ne nazar pheri, “Pehle dekha tha.” 

“Woh matlab nahi,” usne kaha. Maa ne saans chhodi, “Tum hamesha aisi baat kehte ho jo sab uljha de.” 

Vivek ne kaha, “Shayad kyunki tum dikhati ho yeh aasan hai.” Phir sneha se zyada aham se joda, “Kabhi lagta hai main tumhe tumhare pati se behtar samajhta hoon.” 

Maa ne turant dekha, “Yeh mat kaho.” Vivek ne poocha, “Kyun?” 

“Kyunki woh mera pati hai,” usne kaha. “Tum unse spardha nahi kar sakte.” 

Vivek ne sir hilaaya, chahe chehra kehta raha use chhedna chahta hai. “Theek. Phir kaho yaad nahi aayi.” 

Maa chup rahi, aur Vivek ne kaha, “Yahi socha tha.” Usne phusphusaya, “Chup rehna uttar nahi.” 

“Tumhare saath aksar hota hai,” usne kaha. Maa ne sir hilaaya, aadhi chirchiri aadhi lajjit. 

Vivek ne uska dhusar reshami raatri-vastr dekha aur narmi se haath badhaya. Maa ne poocha, “Ab kya kar rahe ho?” 

“Koi natak nahi,” usne kaha. “Ruko.” 








Usne raatri-vastr utar diya. Maa ne apna nanga shareer neeche dekha, achanak jaan gayi us gupt kamre mein itni si cheez bhi kitni antarang lag sakti hai. Usne yoni malni shuru ki par maa karahi aur jaldi rok diya. 

“Wapas do,” usne phusphusaya. Vivek ne dheela haath mein thaama, “Natak band karo Shobha.” 

Maa jo ho raha tha usse chakit thi par kisi kaaran khud ko rok nahi paayi. Stanon ko haathon se dhak liya taaki chuchuki na dikhe. Par iska koi arth nahi tha kyunki poori nangi thi aur yoni bhi dikh rahi thi. 

Usne use narmi se ghumaaya taaki peeth uski taraf ho, aur maa ne turant kandhe se peeche dekha. “Ab kya kar rahe ho?” shak se poocha. 

“Kuch nahi,” Vivek ne kaha. “Kuch yaad kar raha tha jo un dinon aankh mein atka.” 

“Tumhare munh se aisa vaakya aksar pareshani hota hai,” maa ne kaha. 

Vivek dheeme hansa aur us tarike ko dekha jaise woh ghabra kar bojh sarkaati, phir bola, “Jaanti ho, varshon pehle main peeche se tumhara yeh bada nitamb pehchaan leta tha palatne se pehle.” 

Maa chahti hui bhi lagbhag muskurayi, “Yeh kaisa murkh vaakya hai?” 

“Tumhari chaal,” usne kaha. “Hamesha dikhati thi jaise pata nahi sab tumhara mota nitamb dekhte hain Shobha.” 









Main lagbhag hans pada kyunki maa turant raksha par aa gayi. “Koi nahi dekh raha tha,” usne phusphusaya, aur Vivek ne kaha, “Main dekh raha tha.” 

Maa ne sir aur uski taraf phera. “Yeh aisi baat nahi jise ghamand se maano.” Vivek ne kaha, “Maine ghamand nahi kaha. Kaha yaad hai. Ab mera raatri-vastr wapas do.” 

Woh kareeb jhuka aur kandhe ke peeche narmi se chuma phir gardan ke bagal oopar. 

Maa ne turant phusphusaya, “Vivek,” us khaas chetavani-sur mein jo tab lagati thi jab use yakeen dilana chahti ki chirchiraahat asal se zyada hai. 

“Kya?” usne phusphusaya. Maa ne kaha, “Tum jaante ho kya.” 

“Sirf chuma.” 

“Yahi to.” 

Mujhe dheeme hansna pada kyunki woh shikayat karti rahi bina hate. 

Woh uske peeche ghutnon par baitha. 

Dekha uska chehra nitambon ki oonchai par aaya aur wahi raha, turant nahi pakda, adhyayan karta, jaise purush us cheez ko dekhe jise pehle istemal kar chuka ho aur abhi dekhna khatam na hua ho. 

“Ruko,” usne kaha. “Ise theek se dekhna hai. Pichhli raat sirf mehsoos kiya. Aaj raat dekh sakta hoon.” 

“Aise mat dekho. Yeh kamra atithiyon ka hai. Iske liye nahi. Woh bees kadam door so raha hai.” 

“Tumhara murkh pati bees kadam door kharrate le raha hai. Yeh dekhna nahi. Yeh nitamb-gaal… Shobha, tum ise sadi ke neeche chhupati ho jaise pareshani ho. Pareshani nahi. Tumhara sabse achha hissa hai.” 

Woh asahaj thi. Dikha us tarike se jaise haath shringar-mez ka kinara dhoondhkar thaame. 

Stree kamar se neeche nangi hokar bhi kandhon mein ijjat rakhne ki koshish kar sakti hai. Kandhe kase the. Pair thode andar mudhe. Apne atithi-kaksh mein peeche ghutnon par baithe purush ke saamne nitamb kahan rakhe yeh nahi jaanti thi. 

Usne har gaal par angootha rakha aur unhe alag kiya. 

Maine socha kyun. Pehla uttar seedha aur ganda hai. Jo purush yoni mein rah chuka ho agli band jagah dhoondhta hai. Doosra uttar niyantran hai. 

Agar woh hissa kholkar usse uski baat karwa sake, shareer ka aakhiri sata dwar uplabdh lagne lagta hai. Usne nitamb dheere khole, phadte nahi, itna hi ki gude ka chhota saanwala ganth deepak ki roshni mein dikhe, sikuda, sharmila, usse saaf jitna woh kisi ko dikhana chahe. 

“Woh dekho,” usne kaha, aur awaz naram ho gayi, lagbhag meethi, jisne use aur bura banaya. “Sakht. Saaf. Koi gandagi nahi. Ek vivahit guda jo dhula, rakha, kabhi kisi ko na bulaya lage. Sunder us tarah jo tum nahi manogi.” 

“Ruko. Us jagah ki baat mat karo.” 

“Kyun? Yeh tumhara hissa hai. Kinare se naram. Beech mein saanwala. Imandaar lagta hai. Yoni natak kar sakti hai. Yeh nahi. Bas yahan band baitha hai jaise bhed.” 

“Vivek, rukne ko keh rahi hoon. Agar woh jage aur shauchalay jaye to is dwar se guzrega.” 

“Phir tez mat karaho. Main sirf dekh raha hoon.” 

“Sirf nahi dekh rahe. Haath mujh par hain.” 

“Haath usko thaame hain jiski prashansa kar raha hoon. Farq hai.” 

Usne chehra nitamb-gaalon ke beech rakh diya. 

Woh aage jhatki aur shringar-mez khadkada. 

“Aahhhh—kya kar rahe ho—ruko—” 

Usne ek gaal ke andar ke ubhar ko kaata, itna nahi ki subah nishan rahe, itna ki awaz toote. Phir doosri taraf kaata. Naak uske cheer mein tha. Munh mota maas kaam kar raha tha jaise poori raat ho aur koi pati na ho. 

“Uuuhhhhhh—Vivek—ruko—woh ghar mein hai—so raha hai—aahhhh—wahan munh mat rakho—” 

“Phir awaz gale mein rakho. Swad saabun, paseena aur thoda namak. Saaf. Dhoya aur phir bhi us stree jaisi gandh jo kal chhodi gayi. Mujhe yeh achha lagta hai.” 








“Wahan sungho mat. Yeh ghrinit hai. Aahhhh—chehra hatao—” 

“Ghrinit nahi. Namkeen aur garam aur tumhari soch se saaf. Tum ghar ko mandir ki tarah rakhti ho aur is gude ko bhi waisa. Sakht. Dhula. Uske intezaar mein jo itna rude ho ki notice kare.” 

“Main intezaar nahi kar rahi. Uuuhhh—khade hone ko keh rahi hoon.” 

Usne guda chaata. 

Awaz geeli, chhoti aur nirlajj thi shant atithi-kaksh mein. 

Jeebh ki lambi, dheemi lehar kasi hui chhalle par, phir ek aur, jaise yoni se parichay ho chuka ho aur yeh agli vandana ho. Woh unglion par uthi aur phir bhi dwar ki taraf nahi daudi. 

“Aahhhh—yeh jeebh—ruko—wahan nahi chaat sakte—” 

“Sakhta hoon. Chaat raha hoon. Kholo. Guda mat kaso.” 

Phir bhi kasa. Shareer tab yahi karta hai jab ungli ya jeebh us chhed par aaye jo vivah ka hissa kabhi nahi raha. Chhalla band hota hai. Gaal chehre par band hone ki koshish karte hain. Usne uske khilaf woh shor kiya jo aadha hasi aadhi bhookh tha. 

Usne ungli aazmayi. 

Dekha beech wali ungli ka guda geele, chaate gude par daba. Chhed nahi chahta tha. Guda kasa. Ungli us thook par bagal khisak gayi jo wahan chhoda tha. 

“Kholo, Shobha. Darr gayi ladki ki tarah mat kaso. Thoda bahar dhakelo. Ungli ka sir andar aane do.” 

“Wahan ungli nahi aane de sakti. Aahhhh—woh ungliyon ki jagah nahi. Tumhari jagah nahi.” 

“Hogi. Bahut jaldi ungli bhi nahi lagani padegi. Is gude ko ling se kholunga. Pehle dheere. Phir dheere nahi. Yeh sakht chhalla mera aakaar seekhega jaise yoni seekh chuki.” 

“Kabhi nahi. Sun rahi ho? Kabhi nahi. Uuuhhhhhh—ungli hatao—gambhir hoon.” 

“Kabhi nahi woh shabd tha jo kal munh ke liye istemal kiya. Aaj munh aadat hai. Yeh bhi waisa hoga.” 

“Mera pati so raha hai tum sun kyun nahi rahe aaahh uuuuhhhh.” 

“Jaanta hoon. Isliye imandaar baat ho sakti hai. Kya usne yeh istemal kiya? Chehra yahan rakha? Ungli, jeebh, ling, kuch?” 

Pehle sir hilaaya, jo us jaise purush ko uttar nahi maanta. 

“Kaho. Sir mat hilaao. Vaakya chahiye.” 

“Uttar nahi dena chahti. Aahhhh—ungli abhi wahan hai—” 

“Uttar do.” 

“Nahi. Nahi kiya. Us jagah ki baat bhi nahi karta. Hum yeh nahi karte. Uuuhhh—khush? Ab ruko.” 

“Khush hoon. Matlab pehla main hounga. Barish mein munh mein pehla. Dhoop mein peechhe aangan mein pehla. Is chhed mein pehla jab apne nitamb se jhoot bolna band karogi.” 

“Woh nahi dungi. Pehle hi bahut de chuki.” 

Woh ek minat aur wahi raha, chaatta, gaal kaat-ta, ungli dabaata bina zor se andar kiye, maanspeshi ko sikhata ki ek purush ko ruchi hai. Woh shringar-mez ki lakdi mein karahi, aahh aur uuhhh mein rukne-ki-binti mili, binti usi saans par aati jo karahna, jaisa dvandvit shareer bolta hai. 

Phir khada hua. 

Kamar se ghumaaya jab tak saamne na ho. Deepak ne chehra theek dikhaya: lal, chirchiri, munh din se pehle se naram. Do ungliyan thoodi ke neeche rakhkar neeche ishara kiya. 

“Jhukao.” 

“Ghutne aangan se khatam hain.” 

“Phir bhi jhukao. Woh munh phir chahiye. Use chhodna pasand hai. Pichhli raat pasand aaya. Aaj dopahar pasand aaya jab pati naali poochh raha tha. Ab chahiye jab kharrate le.” 

Woh baithi. Suruchi se nahi. Thaki. Atithi-kaksh ki chatai ne bojh liya. Stan khuli blauz mein aage latke. Ling ko us tarah dekha jaise stree us kaam ko dekhe jisse pehle se nafrat ho aur pehle se jaanti ho karegi. 

“Kripya munh nahi. Dard hai. Aangan mein tab tak choosa jab tak jabda na atke. Kone phate hain. Bolte khichav mehsoos hoti hai. Aaj raat phir mat karwao.” 

“Binti nahi sunni. Binti un striyon ke liye hai jo abhi sochti hain chunav hai. Pehle malo agar jabda thaka ho. Haath lagao. Woh nirlajj hissa dikhao jo deepak aur dhatu ki thaliyon ke neeche rakhhti ho.” 

“Mujhe woh mat kaho.” 

“Atithi-kaksh mein ho, nitamb abhi meri jeebh se geela, pati vivah-palang par soya. Agar yeh kulta nahi to behtar shabd do, sochunga.” 

Usne bhaun tedhi keen. Bhaun maathe par rahi jab haath uske aas-paas band hue. 

Dandi dono hatheliyon se mali, pehle dheere, phir us kasi lehar se jo naksha seekh chuki ho. Mutthiyon mein mota hua. Ek baar dwar dekha, kharrate sune, aur malti rahi. 

“Dekho. Bhaun bhi kaam karti hai. Gusse wale haath bhi kathor karte hain. Munh mein lo.” 

“Kaha dard hai.” 

“Phir sirf shir se shuru karo. Chumo. Chaato. Geela karo taaki baaki sarak jaye. Bhashan nahi maang raha. Woh munh maang raha hoon jo pehle se jaanta hai.” 

Usne shir se shuru kiya. 

Yahi se jaana shareer chahta tha, kam-se-kam. Jo stree sirf ghabrahat mein maane, munh thap-thap kaam ki tarah lagati-hatati hai. 

Honth shir se lagaakar ruki, saans li, phir shir munh ke garam geele chhalle mein aane diya aur wahi thaama, jeebh dhaar ke neeche hilti, jaise pehli ungal uska faisla hona chahiye. 

Chaahna hamesha muskaan nahi dikhta. Kabhi us stree jaisa dikhta hai jo shuruat theek se karne ka samay le. 

“Yahi. Shir chooso. Khud dekho. Koi lajja nahi. Pati kharrate, putra ghar mein, aur tum doosre purush ka ling chamka rahi ho jaise yahi raat ki asli prarthana ho.” 

Uske aas-paas woh shor kiya jo virodh ho sakta tha. Woh bolna nahi ruka. 

“Atithi-kaksh ki veshya. Vivahit munh. Vishwasghat wali jeebh. Kulta kehte bhaun tedhi keen aur phir thook se phislan di jaise peshewar. Mere ling par honth liye sir mat hilaao. Woh hilaav jhoot hai.” 

Usne phislan diya phir aur liya. 

Dandi geeli hote sarak aasan ho gayi. Ummeed se tez hili. Isliye nahi ki achanak ghamand ho. Isliye ki tez munh cheez khatam karta hai, aur isliye bhi ki tez munh woh hota hai jo shareer karta hai jab rekha paar ho chuki ho aur baatchit ke bina ehsaas chahe. 

Sir uchla. Thook ikattha hua. Geeli awaz chhote kamre mein us taal se bhari jo pita ke kharrate se nahi milti aur isliye kharrate aur saaf karti, jaise do ghadiyan alag samay par. 

“Koi lajja nahi,” Vivek ne kaha, haath phir baal mein. “Woh sarrak suno. Ijjatdar stree yeh shor nahi karti. Tum karti ho. Pavitra natak band karo to tumhari vidhi lalchi hai. Neeche wale hisse par jeebh aur lagao. Haan. Aise. Us stree ke liye jisne kaha munh dard karta hai, aise choos rahi ho jaise dopahar se yaad aayi ho.” 

Woh sunti rahi. Yeh maayne rakhta hai. Har vaakya ladne ko nahi hatayi. Bure shabd us par baithe rahe jab munh kaam karta raha. Lajja-baat us tarike ka hissa hai jisse woh use thaamta hai. Shabd se nafrat karti hai aur unke neeche karti rehti hai. 

 

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Is baar woh uske munh mein nahi girna chahta tha. 


Maine faisla us tarike mein dekha jaise usne use hataaya usse pehle ki aangan wala karahna dohraaye. Ling uske honthon se nikalte chamakta. Woh hansphi aur thoodi hatheli ke peeche se ponchi, pehle se dwar ki taraf dekh rahi. 

“Palang par,” usne kaha. “Tumhe sawari karni hai. Aaj raat gale mein nahi samapt karna. Chahta hoon yeh vivahit yoni is anupayogi palang par mujh par baithhe.” 

Usne mana karne ka socha bhi nahi. 

Seedhi bhasha mein samjhaata hoon kyun. Mana karne ke liye indhan chahiye. Usne indhan khidki par, aangan par, nitamb ki ungli par, “kabhi nahi” ke vaakya par kharch kar diya. 

Jo bacha woh thaka, geela, pehle se chhoda hua shareer tha us kamre mein jahan doosra vikalp tha master-shayankaksh mein lautkar thook aur jeebh ki gandh liye kharrate lete pati ke bagal letna. Us par sawari karna us garmi se guzarne ka chhota rasta tha jiska naam woh nahi leti. 

Woh us bindu se aage thi jahan khade hokar kapde theek karne se woh phir nirdosh ban jaati. Ek baar stree ne atithi-kaksh mein apna guda purush ke munh ko de diya, to uske ling par chadna naya desh nahi. Agli gali hai. 

Dono ashuddh the. Uski patloon khuli thi. Uski choli ek kandhe se latki. Munh geela tha. Nitamb abhi halka chamakta jahan usne chaata tha. Atithi-kaksh ki chadar, jo rishtedaron ke liye mojhi thi, iske liye ban gayi. 

Woh peeth ke bal leta. Woh us par chadhii, bhaari jaanghen khulti, aur neeche haath lejakar use samaane lagi. Jab dhasii to awaz ghanii aur parichit thi. 

“Aahhhh—mujhe mat dekho.” 

“Mujhe mat dekho,” usne kaha. Awaz pehle se ghanii thi. “Aahhhh… chehra deewar ki taraf karo. Agar ghooro to nahi kar sakti.” 

“Main ghoorunga. Yahi poora uddeshya hai tumhe upar baithane ka.” 

“Phir aankhein band karo. Uuuhhhhhh… jab tum mera chehra dekhte ho to aisi nangi mehsoos hoti hoon jo nange se bhi buri hai.” 

“Tum nangi ho. Tumhari sadi fars h par hai. Choli khuli hai. Yoni mujhse bhari hai. Dekhna isme sabse kam hai.” 

“Yoni mat kaho. Un shabdon mein se koi mat kaho jab main… aahhhh… jab main aisi hoon.” 

“Tum atithi-kaksh mein mujh par sawari kar rahi ho jab tumhara pati kharrate le raha hai. Jo chaahunga kahunga.” 

Uske paas koi saccha saaf chunav nahi bacha tha, aur dono jaante the. Woh utth sakti thi, saya neeche kheench sakti thi, master-shayankaksh laut sakti thi aur kharrate lete purush ke bagal let sakti thi jaise kuch hua hi na ho. 

Usne nahi kiya. Ulte Vivek par straddle karti rahi, jaanghen uski kamar ke dono taraf bhaari, aur jis tarah usne apna bojh baithaya woh kisi bhashan se zyada saaf sach batata tha. Usne theek kiya, kon paya, aur hilne lagi jaise faisla munh se neeche kahin ho chuka ho. 

Dwar ki daar se aisa dikha jaise woh khud us par sawari karna chahti ho. Us gaurav se nahi jaise stree anand ko khulkar daava kare, balki us shant, ziddi tarike se jaise shareer jo rekha paar kar chuka ho aur wapas nahi chadna chahta. Thoda uthi aur phir dhasii. 

Uski geeli awaz chhote kamre mein bhari. Yahi vishwasghat apne sabse saaf roop mein tha: pita bees kadam door soya, deewaron par vishwas, vivah par vishwas, us stree par vishwas jo abhi doosre purush ke ling se woh khali-pan bhar rahi thi jise usne kabhi notice nahi kiya. Woh ruk sakti thi. 

Woh nahi ruki. Yahi use sabse bure tarah ka vishwasghat banata tha. Sirf yeh nahi ki purush uske andar tha. Yeh ki woh ruki aur hili. 

“Khud dekho,” Vivek ne kaha. “Mujh par aise baithi jaise ghar ke chup hone ka wait kar rahi thi. Pehle malo agar zaroorat ho. Aur geela karo.” 

Usne kiya. Itna uthi ki sirf shir usse laga rahe, phir dandi haath mein li aur shir ko apne cheer par oopar-neeche malne lagi. 

Kaaran seedha aur ganda tha. Woh pehle ke chaatne, dar aur varjita se pehle se chipchipi thi, par chahti thi pehli poori dhakel sarak jaye, zor na lage. 

Stree tab aisa karti hai jab faisla kar chuki ho andar jaana hai, tab nahi jab abhi vichaar se lad rahi ho. Kartee hue dwar ki taraf dekhati rahi, kharrate mein toot, kadmon, ya raat mein mutra-ashay se jagne wale pati ki awaz sunti. 

“Tum pehle se bheeg rahi ho,” usne kaha. “Mehsoos kar raha hoon mere ling par beh raha hai aur tumne abhi poora nahi liya. Matlab shareer ne munh se pehle faisla kiya. Matlab achhi-patni wala bhashan sirf galeyare ke liye hai.” 

“Main nahi… aahhhh… main tumhare liye geeli nahi. Yeh bas… yeh bas hota hai.” 

“Yeh tab hota hai jab vivahit yoni yaad karti hai use theek se istemal kiya ja sakta hai. Inkaar band karo. Khud andar le jaao. Dekhna chahta hoon tum mujhe andar rakhti ho.” 

Woh yeh bhi kiya. Ek haath se use tikaya, nitamb neeche kiye, aur bhadda shir apne dwar ko dhoondhne diya. Phir dhasii. Pehle dheere. Khichav ne uski saans ek lambe, toote shor mein nikaal di. 

“Aahhhh… uuuhhhhhh… yeh mota hai… ruko…” 

“Koi rukna nahi. Tumne wahan rakha. Ab lo.” 

Usne liya. Ungal-ungal jab tak nitamb uski jaanghon par baithhe aur woh poori tarah baithi. Uski yoni ne use aise nigala jaise bhookha munh nigalta hai. 

Vishwasghat sabse bure tarike se meetha laga. Meetha kyunki khichav ne kuch pal ke liye dosh ko mitaya. 

Meetha kyunki kharrate lete purush ke jokhim ne har hilaav ko teekha banaya. Meetha kyunki usne atithi-kaksh ke palang ko us saaf kahaani se oopar rakha jo woh subah khud se suna sakti thi. 






Vivek ke haath turant uske stanon par gaye. Unhe cup kiya, bhaari aur naram, aur chuchukiyon ko angoothe se dabaya jab tak woh khadi na ho jayein. 

“Yeh stan,” usne dabakar kaha. “Bade vivahit stan jo sirf andhere mein pati ke liye uchalte hain. Aaj raat mere liye uchalte hain. Dekho mere haathon mein kaise baithte hain. Dekho jab nichodta hoon chuchukiyan kaise kathor hoti hain.” 

“Inki baat mat karo. Aahhhh… mat.” 

“Bolunga. Kahunga yeh un ladkiyon se behtar hain jinko pehle paise deta tha kyunki yeh abhi shalinta ka natak karti hain jab mere pet par tapakti hain.” 

Usne dheere shuru kiya. Thoda oopar, thoda neeche, gehraai jaanchti, poore ehsaas ki aadi hoti. Phir taal bina kisi ghoshna ke badal gaya. Woh oonchi uthne aur zor se girne lagi. Nitamb uski kamar se thapakte. Stan uski pakad mein hilte. Palang-chaukhat ne gehli, niyamit shikayat ki. 

“Uuuhhhhhh… aahhhh… nahi kar sakti… agar tez jaun to sunenge…” 

“Phir sunein. Tum pehle se mujhe chhod rahi ho. Thoda shor use aur bura nahi banayega.” 

Woh tez ho gayi. Chhote, lalchi dhakelon mein us par uchalne lagi, waisi jo stree tab karti hai jab har neeche ragar par yoni-shikhar pakad raha ho aur dosh ne thodi der ke liye vivad haar diya ho. Karahne tez hue. 

“Aahhhh… aahhhh… Vivek… uuuhhhhhh…” 

“Yahi. Sawari karo. Woh mota nitamb istemal karo. Us par uchlo jaise ghante ki keemat di ho.” 

“Mujhe mat… aahhhh… mat…” 

“Jo ho wahi kahunga. Woh patni jo sir mein atithi-kaksh ka dwar sataati hai aur taangein kholti hai. Woh maa jo dopahar mein ling choosti hai aur raat ko us par baithhti hai. Tum woh kulta ho jo abhi naam-patte par patni shabd chahti hai.” 








Woh nahi ruki. Yahi hissa tha jisne uske andar kuch barbaad kiya, kaam se zyada. 

Woh jaam ho sakti thi. Utthkar kapde theek kar sakti thi. 

Ulte uthhti-girti rahi, yoni pakadti-sarakti, geeli awaz aur ghanii hoti. Usne dono haathon se uska bada nitamb pakda aur girane mein madad ki, gaal kholte hue dekhne ke liye ki woh usme kaise gayab hota hai. 

“Mehsoos ho raha hai?” usne kaha. “Tumhari yoni mujhe kha rahi hai. Koi ladayi nahi bachi. Sirf geela vivahit maas woh le raha hai jo chahta hai jab woh purush jiske liye tum pakati ho murkh ki tarah so raha hai.” 

“Aahhhh… samapt karo… kripya bas samapt… uuuhhhhhh…” 

“Abhi nahi. Mujhe chumo.” 

Usne sir hilaaya chahe nitamb hilte rahe. 

“Nahi. Nahi kar sakti. Chumma ise… aahhhh… alag tarike se sachcha bana deta hai.” 

“Chun sakti ho. Khamoshi mein sawari jaari rakho ya chhodte hue munh mera munh se lagaao. Parvah nahi kaun sa jhoot chuno.” 

Kuch dhakel sirf sawari ki. Phir, dheere, jaise faisla yoni se seene tak safar kare, woh neeche jhuki. Stan uske shareer se dabe. Munh uska munh mila. Chumma pehle be-dhaanga, phir gehra, jeebhein milti jab nitamb taal rakhte rahe. 








Maine iski chot apne pet mein mehsoos ki. Karahna sunna ek baat thi. Use dekhna jab woh usse bhari thi chumma chune, doosri. 

Matlab aakhiri vinamra doorii toot chuki thi. Har uchhal par stan unke shareeron ke beech hilte. Woh uske honthon ke khilaf bolta raha. 

“Kulta. Vishwasghat wali patni. Atithi-kaksh ki veshya. Lete hue mujhe chumo. Yahi roop maine snaangrih se chaaha tha.” 

Usne uttar ke bajay aur zor se chuma. 

Usne bina zyada suchna ke use latkaya. Kamar ka ek majboot ghumav aur woh atithi-kaksh ke gaddhe par haath-ghutnon par thi. 

Usne shikayat nahi ki. Jhuki, chhati neeche ki, aur nitamb peeche uski taraf dhakela jaise naya kon wohi ho jiska wait tha. 

Jab kandhe se peeche dekha to aankhon mein bhookh neechi roshni mein bhi saaf thi. Pal-bhar ke liye koi sharmili vaakya nahi. Sirf khuli, geeli zaroorat. 

“Jaanta tha tum mere liye kulta ban jaogi,” usne kaha. “Barish mein ek raat. Aangan mein ek dopahar. Ab yeh. Dekho kaise pesh kar rahi ho.” 

Is baar usne inkaar nahi kiya. Sirf kaha, awaz karari, 

“Samapt karo. Aahhhh… bas samapt karo ghar jagne se pehle.” 

Usne ling peeche se yoni mein wapas le gaya aur ek dhakel mein gehra baitha. Phir ek mutthi mein baal ikatthe karke sir peeche kheenchha taaki gala lamba ho aur chehra sirhane ki taraf majboor ho. 

“Uuuhhhhhh… aahhhh… Vivek… haan… aise…” 

Thap-thap sach mein shuru hui. Maas par maas, geela aur bhaari. Uski kamar ka uske bade nitamb se slap-slap-slap. 

Awaz aadhe-khule dwar se bhi saaf thi: us purush ki ghanii, taalmaya taal jo stree ko itni zor se chhod raha ho ki palang shikayat kare aur hawa chamdi ke shor se bhare. Main us awaz par tez sahlaata raha, mutthi kasi, saans rokii, wahi ganda taal. 








Usne nitamb par thappar maara. Gaal laharaya. Woh jhatki. 

“Thappar band… aahhhh… nishan pad jayega…” 

“Nishan padne do. Chahta hoon nashta par unke bagal baithhte mehsoos karo.” Ek aur thappar. “Yeh nitamb iske liye bana. Vivahit mota nitamb asli ling le raha hai jab pati relon ke sapne dekh raha hai.” 

“Tum aise baat kar rahe ho jaise main kuch nahi… uuuhhhhhh…” 

“Jab mere ling par ho to kuch nahi. Tum ek chhed ho jo karahata hai aur munh jo nigalta hai aur patni jo geeli hote hi vade bhool gayi. Kaho.” 

“Main… aahhhh… main patni hoon…” 

“Doosra shabd kaho.” 

“Main… uuuhhhhhh… aaj raat tumhari kulta hoon… lo… khush…” 

“Aur tez.” 

“Main tumhari kulta hoon… aahhhh… chhodo aur samapt karo… kripya…” 

Usne baal mutthi mein rakhe aur doosra haath kamar par, har dhakel par use peeche kheenchta taaki yoni use baar-baar jad tak nigale. Prashn aur gande hue. 

“Kya woh kabhi tumhe aise khichta hai?” 

“Nahi… aahhhh… kabhi aise nahi…” 

“Kya woh tumhari jaanghon se tapkane deta hai?” 

“Nahi… uuuhhhhhh… sirf tum…” 

“Kya tum unka nashta pakogi jab mera veerya abhi tumse beh raha hoga?” 

“Mat… aahhhh… yeh mat kahwao…” 

“Kaho.” 

“Haan… uuuhhhhhh… haan pakungi… Bhagwan madad kare…” 

Us sthiti mein, peeth kamani, munh khula, aankhein aadhi-band, woh us stree jaisi dikhi jisne paise ke liye chhabi banayi ho. Bhojan-mez ki sharmili maa gayab thi. Jo bacha woh shareer tha jisne taal seekh liya aur woh lajja jo ab rok ke bajay garmi mehsoos hone lagi thi. 

Uske andar kuch usi pal barbaad ho raha tha: woh hissa jo maanta tha woh hamesha sirf patni, sirf maa, sirf woh stree ban sakti hai jo deepak jalti hai aur kamiz mojhti hai. Har dhakel us hisse ko aur door dhakel raha tha. 

Main galeyare mein deewar se maathe lagaaye gir gaya, apni kalai kaat-ta taaki awaz unki awaz se na mile. Thap-thap jaari rahi. 

Kharrate jaari rahe. Atithi-kaksh mein Vivek ne use sthir, be-izzat dhakelon se barbaad kiya jab woh uske maange lajjit shabdon mein jawab deti rahi, aur ghar, ek aur ghante ke liye, unka bhed rakhta raha. 

 

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Woh peeche se use lamba, sthir dhakelon se chhodta raha jisse uska bada nitamb uchalta aur atithi-kaksh ka gadda shikayat karta. Ek haath uske baalon mein ghusa raha, sir uthaye rakhta taaki woh chehra takiye mein na chhupa sake. Doosra haath kamar se hata aur nitamb-gaalon ke cheer par sarak gaya. 


Maine dekha uski ungliyan us sakht saanwle chhalle ko dhoondhti jise pehle chaat chuka tha. Usne turant andar nahi dhakela. Sirf ghumaya, us geelapan ko failata jo yoni se beh raha tha jab tak chhota chhed neechi deepak ke neeche chamakne laga. 

“Aahhhh… Vivek… peeche kya kar rahe ho… uuuhhhhhh…” 

“Tumhara woh hissa chhu raha hoon jo abhi sochta hai sirf shauchalay aur snaan ka hai. Yeh chhota chhed har baar jab main gehra jata hoon aankh maarta hai. Ise dhyan chahiye.” 








“Ise dhyan nahi chahiye. Ungli hatao. Mujhe wahan kuch pasand nahi. Galat aur ganda lagta hai aur main pehle hi kaafi de chuki.” 

“Galat aur ganda isliye hi achha lagta hai. Tumhari yoni mujhse khichi hui hai aur yeh abhi band hai. Yeh asantulan hai. Main ise theek karne wala hoon.” 

“Kripya… aahhhh… sirf aage istemal karo… peeche chhodo… mera pati so raha hai… agar naya shor karun to jag jayega…” 

“Phir wahi shor karo aur mere liye kholo.” 

Usne kasne aur kohniyon par aage sarakne ki koshish ki. Baalon mein haath ne rok diya. Yoni mein ling uski taal se jakde rakhta raha. 

Usne beech wali ungli ka guda chhalle par dabaya aur dheere, dhairya wale gheron mein mala, uske hi chipchipe se lepte jab tak maanspeshi thodi naram padi. Shir andar sarak gaya. 

“Aahhhh… andar ja raha hai… nikaalo… uuuhhhhhh… jalan hai…” 

“Sirf shir. Mehsoos karo yahan kitni sakht ho. Tumhare kisi hisse se zyada sakht jo maine liya. Yeh vivahit stree ka kunwari guda us purush ke liye khul raha hai jo uska pati nahi. Abhi tum yahi ho. Ek vivahit veshya jiske dono dwar uplabdh hain.” 

“Veshya mat kaho… aahhhh…” 

“Woh kahunga jo ungli batati hai. Sakht-nitamb wali vishwasghat kulta. Atithi-kaksh ki kutiya jiska pati galeyare mein kharrate le raha hai. Shabdon ko kaho.” 

Main andhere galeyare mein apne aap ko sahlaata raha, mutthi geeli awazon ke taal mein hilti. 

Jaanna ki meri maa usi pal veshya banayi ja rahi hai—yoni mein ling, gude mein ungli kaam karti, gande naam us par girte jab woh ghutnon par rahi—lajja aur garmi ko itna ghuma diya ki pet khokhla laga. 

Yahi woh stree thi jo shaam ka deepak jalti thi aur poochhti thi khaya ya nahi. Ab woh rishtedaron ke liye rakhe kamre mein apne shareer ka naya istemal seekh rahi thi. 

Usne use chakit kiya. 

Swekaar tootkar, karahne se kheenchkar aaya, par aaya. 

“Main… aahhhh… main vivahit veshya hoon… uuuhhhhhh… bas doosri taraf mat ruko… kripya…” 

Vivek ki kamar aadhe pal ke liye atki. Dheemi roshni mein bhi uske chehre par chot dikhi. Usne zyada ladayi ummeed ki thi. Ummeed nahi thi ki woh shabd wapas khilaayegi jab uski ungli uske andar ho. 

“Phir.” 

“Main veshya hoon… aahhhh… aaj raat tumhari veshya… ungli ajeeb lagti hai… uuuhhhhhh… mat ruko…” 

“Bhali ladki.” Usne aur gehra dhakela. Doosra ganth gayab hua. Woh ghusav ke aas-paas aur ling ke aas-paas ek saath kasii. 

Usne wait kiya, ungli andar ghumata, uske shareer ko khichav samajhne diya, phir pehli ke bagal doosri ungli jodi. Chhalla aur chauda jala. Usne gaddhe mein cheekh maari, awaz dabi par phir bhi khatarnak. 

“Is saaf chhote gude mein do ungliyan jab yoni mera ling pi rahi hai. Ek aur to samajh aa jayega dono chhed kis liye hain.” 

Usne teesri ungli chhote, mardete dabavon se andar ki, har baar jab khichav use peeche kheenchne ko dilaya to kamar ke dhakel se dhyan bhatkaya. 

Jab teenon ungliyan aakhir jad tak baithin to usne woh shor kiya jo maine uski zindagi mein kabhi nahi suna: ooncha, asahay, lagbhag kritagyata-bhara, jaise dard kisi aur cheez mein tip gaya ho. 

“Aahhhh… uuuhhhhhh… yeh bahut zyada hai… bhara hua hai… swarg jaisa lagta hai… kisi se mat kehna maine yeh kaha… aahhhh… Bhagwan…” 

Swarg. Shabd atithi-kaksh mein doosre apraadh ki tarah latka. Stree apne gude mein teen ungliyan swarg nahi kehti jab tak wahan ke tantrika jag na jayein aur lajja se tez bolne lagen. Usne ungliyan gadi rakhin aur dheere ghere mein hilane laga jab ling yoni mein lambe dhakel jaari rakhta. 

Dohre bharav ne uski bahen kaanpane aur peeth aur gehrayi se kamani banayi. 

“Woh milavat mehsoos ho rahi hai? Yoni mein ling, guda ungliyon se khichta. Yahi tarika theek kulta barbaad hoti hai. Dono dwar khule. Ab koi shalinta wali patni nahi jo andhere mein sirf ek sthiti jaanti ho. Sirf chhed jo diya jaye le lete hain.” 

“Aahhhh… main kulta hoon… uuuhhhhhh… main tumhari kulta hoon… samapt karo… kripya samapt… main ise chup nahi rakh sakti…” 

Woh jokhim ke bawajood awaz uthane lagi, shabd karahnon ke beech girte. 

“Giro… aahhhh… Vivek, giro… mujhe chahiye tum giro… uuuhhhhhh… main nahi pakad sakti…” 

Phir ek cheez hui jiski na unhone yojana banayi thi. Jab usne gude mein teen ungliyan mudi aur yoni mein gehra dhakela, uska poora shareer jakad gaya. Achanak geelapan ka sakht jharna uske ling ke aas-paas beh nikla, jaanghen, chadar aur uski apni taangon ke andar bheegaya. Woh chhote, asahay dhakelon mein chhidak rahi thi jab woh use dono jagah khola rakhe tha. 

Awaz mamuli sambhog se zyada geeli aur teekhi thi, ek behna jiska mamuli uttejna se koi lena-dena nahi. Usne cheekh ko maarne ke liye chehra takiye mein dhasa diya, par takiya us tarike ko nahi chhupa saka jaise shareer aakunchit hota raha. 

Master-shayankaksh se pita ki awaz deewar paar kaati, neend aur uljhan se ghanii. 

“Shobha? Uthii ho? Laga kuch suna. Theek ho?” 

Main itna jaam gaya ki mutthi beech dhakel mein ruk gayi. Chot shareerik thi, seene se seedha thanda girna. Ek galeyara. Ek patla dwar. Ek purush jisne abhi uska naam liya jab doosre purush ki ungliyan abhi uske gude mein gadi thin aur ling abhi yoni mein ghada tha. 

Usne bhi suna. Shareer ek pal ke liye kasaa, phir sir itna phera ki kandhe se phusphusa sake, vyakul, neeche aur abhi ling se bhari. 

“Giro. Abhi. Aahhhh… kripya giro… woh jag gaya… uuuhhhhhh… mat ruko par samapt karo… jaldi…” 









Vivek ne yoni se nahi nikala. Usne use aur zor se chhoda, chhote kathor dhakel jo nitamb laharate the aur teen ungliyon ko gehra rahne majboor karte. Girne wale purush ka veg mamuli chudai se alag hota hai. Kamar savdhan taal khoti hai. Gehrai saja ban jati hai. 

Shareer galeyare mein pati ke jokhim ki sunna band karta hai aur sirf khud ko khali karne ki zaroorat sunta hai. 

“Dheela pad jao,” usne kaan ke kareeb gurraya. “Kholo aur lo. Main bilkul kareeb hoon. Mat kasna nahi to andar hi rahunga.” 

Maine kadam sune. 

Andhere mein shauchalay jaane wale purush ki naram sarak nahi. Bhaari, iradapurvak kadam kisi ke jo palang chhodkar, pair fars h par rakhkar, galeyare ki taraf chal raha hai jaanne ko patni theek se jawab kyun nahi de rahi. Pita aa rahe the. 

Us gyaan aur maa ka nazar, abhi ghutnon par jhuki, abhi Vivek ko samapt karne ki phusphusahat, abhi ling aur ungliyan lete hue jab kadam tez ho rahe the, ne mujhe poori tarah tod diya. Itna zor se gira ki ek pal ke liye nazar safed ho gayi. 

Veerya mutthi par beha aur atithi-kaksh ki deewar ke neeche hisse par lakir ban gaya usse pehle ki pakadta ya munh pherata. Pal ki gandagi ek saath lagi aur nahi chhodi. Putra apni hi maa ke chhodne aur gude mein ungli dene ki bilkul usi awaz aur nazar par khud ko kharch karta jab pita khoj ki taraf chal rahe the. 

Barbaad isse kam padta. Main tha jisne paudhe ke gamle ke neeche chaabi chhodi. Main tha jisne yatri-griha mein suna. Main tha jo abhi andhere mein khada tha apne veerya ke saath rang par. Barbaadi poori thi. 

Kamre ke andar usne mehsoos kiya Vivek phailta aur mota hota. Usne dar se uske ling aur ungliyon dono ke aas-paas kasa. 

“Andar nahi… aahhhh… aage andar nahi… nikaalo… uuuhhhhhh…” 

Usne aakhiri sambhav pal par yoni se jhatke se nikala, ungliyan geeli awaz ke saath gude se kheenchin, aur do baar uske failte nitamb-gaalon par khud ko sahlaaya. Veerya ki ghanii dor uske bade nitamb par girin, bhuri chamdi par safed, kuch seedha us cheer mein sarak gayi jise usne teen ungliyon se abhi khola tha. 

Woh kohniyon aur ghutnon par jhuki rahi, haanfati, mail thanda hota jab galeyare ke kadam ginne layak saaf ho rahe the. 

Maine pita ki parchaai raaste ki door deewar par hilti dekhi. 

Woh atithi-kaksh ki taraf chal rahe the. 

Maa abhi ghutnon par thi doosre purush ke veerya se nitamb ranga, yoni abhi khuli aur tapakti, sambhog, thook aur paseene ki gandh itni ghanii ki dwar tak pahunche. Deepak abhi jalta. Chadar barbaad. Dwar sirf aadha band. 

Agle kuch pal faisla karenge ghar khada rahega ya ek nazar mein toot jayega. 

Agla kya hua, uske liye jude raho… 




 

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Vivek maa ko bahut zor se chhodta raha, ab woh uske saath khadi bhi thi jab uske chhodne ke aakhiri minat the. 


Maa us pal jaam gayi jab usne sidi se pita ka apna naam bulana suna. Uski aankhein phailin, aur usne turant Chacha Vivek ki taraf mudi, jo abhi use itna zor se chhod raha tha. 







“Oh, bhagwan! Vivek, woh jag gaya!” usne teekhi phusphusahat se kaha, ek haath seene par dabate hue saans niyantran karne ki koshish karti. 

Uske baal bikhre the, unke chummon se uska honth-rang lepan, aur maathe aur gardan par paseene ki patli parat chamakti. 

“Bura, bura, bura! Ab main use kya kahun?” usne maanga, satae dwar ki taraf vyakul nazar se dekhti. 

Chacha Vivek ne sirf sir ke peeche takiye theek kiya aur gaddhe par taangein failayi jaise kuch ajeeb hua hi na ho. “Phir jaakar apne pati ko jawab do,” usne dheeme kaha, chehra atyant shaant. 

Uski poori beparwahi ne maa ko aur chirchaya, khaaskar jab galeyare se ek aur door ki pukar ghunji. Pita abhi maa dhoondh rahe the. 








“Tum gambhir ho? Tum wahan raja ki tarah lete ho jab main aise dikhkar pati ke saamne jaane wali hoon!” usne phunkara, chehre ki taraf ishara karti. 

Chacha Vivek ne dheere uski dhaat jaanchi phir kaha, “Baal thode bikhre hain, aur honth-rang theek karna hai. Uske alawa tum bilkul theek dikhti ho.” 

“Bilkul theek? Tum bilkul murkh!” maa ne phusphusaya, palang ke bagal se rumaal uthakar munh ke kone uttejit tarah ponchti. Lagta tha usne pehle Vivek ka veerya nigal liya tha. 

Chacha Vivek ne halki, vishwas-bhari muskaan se dekha, saaf anand lete hue ki sthiti ko kaise alag sambhal rahe hain. 

“Savdhan. Agar aisi ghabrahat jaari rakhi to pehle se zyada ghabraayi dikhogi,” usne kaha. Maa ne gusse se use dekha phir darpan ke kareeb gayi aur kaanpti ungliyon se baal jaldi chikne kiye. 

“Bas chup raho aur yahin raho, Vivek. Mat hilna, shor mat karna, aur Bhagwan ke liye yeh bura dwar mat kholna!” usne kaha usse pehle galeyare mein khisak gayi aur peeche se dwar savdhani se band kiya, Chacha Vivek andar chhodkar. 

Kai pal ke liye maa atithi-kaksh ke bahar khadi rahi, khud ko sambhalne ki koshish karti jab pita ke kadam tez ho rahe the. Usne hatheliyan gaalon par dabayin, maathe se paseena poncha, aur chehre ke aas-paas khule baal theek kiye. 








“Kahan ho, priye?” pita ne phir bulaya, ab sidi ke neeche kahin. “Aa rahi hoon, Ranveer! Aa rahi hoon!” usne jawab diya, gala kasti ghabrahat ke bawajood awaz ko mamuli sur mein dhakelti. 

Usne band atithi-kaksh ke dwar ko ek aakhiri nazar di phir sidi ki taraf chali, bechain ummeed se ki pita sirf oopar laut jayein bina zyada prashn kiye. 

Pita aakhiri sidi-kadam ke kareeb khade the jab maa galeyare se nikli, neendwali aankhon se idhar-udhar dekhti. “Arre, yahan to ho!” usne kaha, chirchiraahat se zyada rahat se. 

“Kahan thin? Main jaga to palang ka tumhara hissa khali paya, phir naam bulata raha bina uttar ke.” Maa ne kaan ke peeche khula baal sarkaaya aur kaha, 

“Oh, Ranveer, main bas thodi der neeche aayi thi. Neend theek nahi aayi, socha pani le aaun.” Pita ne maathe mala aur pal-bhar uska chehra jaancha. 

“Par bulane par jawab kyun nahi diya, priye? Main sidi se neeche tak tumhara naam cheekh raha tha.” 








Maa ne nigala aur beparwah dikhne ki koshish ki, chahe dil abhi tez dhadak raha tha. “Main atithi-ke kareeb thi—” usne shuru kiya, vaakya poora karne se pehle achanak ruk gayi. 

“Matlab, main atithi-kaksh ke aage se rasoi ki taraf chal rahi thi, aur pehle nahi suna. Jab main galeyare ke aur neeche thi tab tum bula rahe hoge.” 

Pita ne dheere sir hilaaya, lagta santusht, chahe abhi halki utsukta se use dekhte rahe. 

“Theek, par tumhe kya hua? Ajeeb thaki dikhti ho, priye. Chehra paseene se bhara, aur baal aise jaise ghanton palang par uchalti rahi ho.” 

Uski ungliyan turant baalon ki taraf gayin, aur andar ek aur ghabrahat ki lahar uthi. “Oh, yeh?” maa ne kaha, sahaj sunane ki koshish karti. 

“Aaj raat neeche bahut garam hai, Ranveer. Asahaj mehsoos ho raha tha, aur ghumkar shayad aur bura kar liya.” Pita ne kareeb pankhe ki taraf dekha aur kaha, 

“Phir pankha kyun nahi chalaya, priye? Jaanti ho ghar ghutan wala ho to kitni asahaj hoti ho.” Maa ne jaldi sir hilaaya gardan se ek aur paseene ki boond ponchti. 

“Haan, jaanti hoon. Sirf pani chahiye tha phir seedha oopar lautne ka irada tha.” 

Pita kareeb aaye aur narmi se maathe chhua, jaanchne ko beemar to nahi. “Pukka theek ho? Kaafi paseena aa raha hai, aur gaal garam hain,” usne dekha, chinta poori imandaar. 








“Main theek hoon, Ranveer,” maa ne jaldi vishwas dilaya, uska haath neeche karke ungliyon ke beech thaama. “Kuch gambhir nahi. Bas asahaj mehsoos ho raha tha, itna hi.” 

Phir uska dhyan munh ki taraf gaya, jahan honth-rang ka halka nishan mamuli rekha se bahar lepan tha. 

“Aur honth-rang ko kya hua? Neeche aane se pehle sajavat hatane ki koshish kar rahi thi?” usne nirdosh poocha. 

Maa ka pet kasa, par usne lagbhag sthir chehra banaye rakha. “Haan! Bilkul,” usne shayad thoda jaldi kaha, phir awaz naram ki. 

“Pehle chehra ponch rahi thi, aur shayad theek se saaf nahi kiya. Imandaari se, Ranveer, tum aise jaanch rahe ho jaise main kisi lambi yatra se lautii hoon.” 

Pita ne sneha se sir hilaaya, “Main nahi jaanch raha, priye. Bas jaga to patni gayab, aur ab yahan thaki khadi hai.” 

Uske naram uttar ne maa ko dhokhe ka aur bhaan karaya, par usne chehra sambhal rakha aur haath dabakar vishwas dilaya. 

Pita bolte, maa ki aankhein uske kandhe se galeyare ki taraf gayin jo atithi-kaksh tak jata tha. Woh abhi tasveer bana sakti thi Chacha Vivek palang par aaram se, shayad wahi chirchiraane wali atma-vishwas wali chehra liye. 

“Priye, sun rahi ho?” pita ne poocha, uska dhyan achanak wapas laate. “Hain? Haan, zaroor, Ranveer,” usne kaha, jaldi palak jhapkate. 

“Tum oopar jaane ki baat kar rahe the, na?” Usne uljhi par naram nazar di. “Main poochh raha tha kya tumne sach mein pani piya, kyunki lagta hai jo neeche aane aayi woh bhool gayi.” 

Aankh ke kone se maine dekha Chacha Vivek atithi-kaksh se jhaank raha tha. Woh harami muskara raha tha jab sun raha tha maa pita se jhoot kaise theek kar rahi hai. Chacha Vivek kitna chaalak tha. 








“Oh, bura,” maa ne saans ke neeche badbadaaya, turant jaan gayi bina pyale ke lautii. “Kya kaha, priye?” pita ne poocha, thoda kareeb jhukte kyunki theek nahi suna. 

“Kuch nahi, kuch nahi,” usne kaha, maathe se baal phir hataati. “Bas soch rahi thi kitna murkh hai ki itna neeche aayi aur piya hi nahi. Phir tumhari pukar suni, aur sab dimaag se nikal gaya.” 

Pita ne hamdardi se muskuraya, “Aadhi neend mein aisa hota hai, priye. Mujhe jaga dena chahiye tha aur pani laane ko kehna chahiye tha.” 

Maa ne pal-bhar phir atithi-kaksh ki taraf dekha, sochti Chacha Vivek bilkul wahi raha jahan chhoda tha. Pita ne uska sir ghumnna dekha aur dheemi roshni wale galeyare neeche uski nazar ka peecha kiya. 

“Neeche kuch chhoda?” usne poocha, koi khaas chinta ke bina. “Nahi, nahi, priye,” maa ne jaldi kaha. “Bas dekh rahi thi galeyare ka deepak jala chhoda ya nahi. Bijli anavashyak barbaad nahi karni chahiye, na?” 

Pita ne chamakte galeyare ki taraf dekha aur sir hilaaya. “Sahi kehti ho, par ab chinta mat karo. Oopar jaane se pehle bujha sakta hoon.” 

“Nahi!” maa ne chillaaya, irade se tez, uttar ki achanakta par turant pachtati. Pita ruke aur hairani se dekhe, shak nahi, sirf sochte itni tez pratikriya kyun. 

“Matlab, tumhe wahan tak wapas chalna zaroorat nahi, Ranveer,” usne samjhaya, chehra sambhalte. “Tum pehle se neend mein ho, aur main khud thaki. Deepak subah tak jalne do, bas is baar.” 

Pita ne pal-bhar socha phir kandha hilaaya. “Theek, priye, agar zid hai. Chalo phir. Ghar mein ghumne ke liye bahut der ho chuki.” 

Rahat maa par baha jab usne narmi se baazu pita ke baazu se ghusaya aur sidi ki taraf le chali. “Chalo, Ranveer. Tumhe neend chahiye, aur mujhe bhi,” usne narmi se kaha, yakeen karti ki woh galeyare se door chalte rahein. 








Pita ne uske haath par haath rakha, “Aaj raat tum kahan gayab hui sochta raha, priye. Agli baar kam-se-kam neeche jaane se pehle bata dena.” 

Maa ne aagya se sir hilaaya, sneha-bhara chehra savdhani se banaye. “Zaroor, Ranveer. Aise gayab nahi houngi,” usne wada kiya, chahe shabd woh matlab lete the jo woh kalpana nahi kar sakte the. 

Agli subah, main pichhli raat ki har baat soch raha tha. 

Sach chakit tha maa ne pita se kitni manne layak jhoot bola, seedha aankhon mein dekhte bina hichkichahat ke vyakhya gadhate. 

Pita hamesha poora vishwas karte the, maante the unhone wafadar, ijjatdar stree se vivah kiya jo kabhi vishwasghat nahi karegi. Ajeeb tarah, rahat thi unhe kuch nahi mila, chahe unke itne komal vyavhar se asahaj hua. 

Sabse zyada sataya yeh samajhna ki maa jab chahe Chacha Vivek se apna nisedh sambandh khatam kar sakti thi, phir bhi kuch use wapas kheenchta raha. 

Us subah baad, maine dekha maa shayankaksh ki khidki ke kareeb akeli baithi, doorbhash par dheeme baat karti. Chehra ajeeb gambhir, aur turant pehchana Chacha Vivek ki awaz vaani-yantra se dheemi aati. 

“Dhyan se suno, Vivek. Pichhli raat us atithi-kaksh mein jo hua bilkul galat tha,” usne mazbooti se phusphusaya. “Main vivahit stree hoon, Bhagwan ke liye! Pati oopar so rahe the jab hum gandi cheezen kar rahe the. Ise sochkar bilkul ashuddh mehsoos hoti hoon, aur tumne lagbhag pakadwa hi diya!” 

Chacha Vivek atyant beparwah sune. “Kehti ho sab kitna bura tha, par shikayat nahi thi jab mera ling tumhari sakht vivahit yoni mein gehra tha,” usne chhedte kaha. 

Maa ne turant virodh kiya, “Mere shabd mat mardao, Vivek! Tum theek se jaante ho matlab.” Woh pal-bhar chup raha phir poocha, “Imandaari se kaho. Kya tumhe pasand aaya main veshya ki tarah chhodun?” 

Maa ne aankhein giraayin, honth dabaaye, aur aakhir anichha se muskaan aane di. “Haan, Vivek,” usne narmi se maana. “Pasand aaya, par isse jo kar rahe hain sahi nahi ho jata.” 








“Dilchasp,” Chacha Vivek ne kaha, awaz mein saaf vinod. “Aur main soch raha tha tum itni wafadar, nirdosh patni ho jo doosre purush se sasti veshya ki tarah chhode jaane ka soch bhi nahi.” 

Maa ke gaal laal hue jab uttar dhoondhne lagi. “Vivek, kripya aisi baat band karo,” usne badbadaaya, chahe chehre par lajjit muskaan fail rahi thi. 

“Main savdhani se gambhir hoon. Agar phir us sthiti mein daalo to tumse milna band kar dungi.” Chacha Vivek ne sirf kaha, “Zaroor, Mahila. Jo kaho.” 

Main maa ke kareeb aaya jab woh abhi doorbhash thaame thi, jisse woh turant seedhi hui. “Maa, kis se baat kar rahi ho?” maine nirdosh poocha, dekhte kitni jaldi chehra badla. 

“Oh, bas ek purana mitra kuch parivaar ki baat poochh raha hai,” usne kaha, asani se mamuli matra-awaz apnati. “Kuch khaas nahi, priye. Nashta kiya?” 

Maine muskurakar kaha kiya, har shabd maante hue. Phir se hairan hua maa kitni swabhavik jhoot bol sakti hai, khaaskar jab sochti koi uska bhed nahi jaanta. 

Aane wale dinon mein dekha maa aur Chacha Vivek ek-doosre se badhti suvidha mein aa rahe hain. Unki baatein lambi, sandesh zyada, aur maa ajeeb dhyan deti jab doorbhash kaanpta. 

Kabhi ghar ke kaam mein doobi hoti, sirf patal par uska naam dekhkar jo kar rahi chhod deti. Samajhne laga aakarshan sirf sneha nahi. 

Chacha Vivek uttejna, dhyan, prashansa, aur guptata ka khatarnak romanch deta, jab maa un anubhavon se jo mehsoos karti usse badhti chipak dikhti. 

Ek dopahar, Chacha Vivek ne maa ke shareer ki kuch tasveeren maangi. Pehle usne poocha, “Achanak meri yoni aur nitamb ki tasveeren kyun chahiye? Unhe kai baar dekh chuke ho.” 

Usne kaha, “Kyunki tumhari sundar yoni dekhna pasand hai aur use chhodna bhi.” Maa ne chirchi dikhaya, use murkh kaha aur prashansa band karne ko kaha. 

Phir bhi dekha usne us raat kai tasveeren lene se pehle baal kitni savdhani se theek kiye, yoni aur nitamb ki. Usne pehle yoni ki ek tasveer li aur Chacha Vivek ko bheji. 

Usne har ek ko gambhirta se jaancha usse pehle jo sabse pasand us tasveer bheji. 




Par ek ghatna hui jisse mujhe bahut vinod aaya. Uske liye jude raho jaanne ko kya tha.... 

 

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

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

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










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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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








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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Usne zor se chumma shuru kiya.

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

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

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

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







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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Usne uska munh bahut tez chhodna shuru kiya.








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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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








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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Prasthaan se pehle ki shaam, ghar taiyariyon se vyast ho gaya. Maa ne kapde baandhe, woh peeli sadi aur topi pehni, komal, snaan-samagri, aur kai khane ke bartan, jab pita bar-bar avashyak samaan ki haath-likhit suchi jaanchta.

Chacha Vivek ne apna vishal camper-yan laane ki vyavastha ki, jise usne vishwas dilaya yatra ko suvidha-janak banayega.

Durabhagya se, pita ko Uttar Pradesh mein kuch parivaar-bhumi ke baare mein pareshan samachar mila, aur mamla uske jaane se pehle turant dhyan maangta tha.

Usne samjhaya use kuch sampatti-patra jaanchne aur sthal-pratinidhi se sampark karne ki zaroorat hai jo vivad suljhaane mein madad kar raha tha. Phir bhi, usne wada kiya jaise hi sab theek hoga woh shamil ho jayega.

“Ranveer, mera yaan kyun nahi lete?” Chacha Vivek ne udarta se sujhava diya jab usne pareshani jaani. “Tum apna kaam khatam karo aur baad mein seedha shivir-sthal chala jao. Yaatra dhoondhne ki pareshani se bachoge.”

Pita peshkash se sach mein chhua, khaaskar kyunki us samay hamare parivaar ke paas yaan nahi tha. “Yeh bahut dayalu hai, Vivek,” usne garmjosh se kaha.

“Par main tumhe asuvidha nahi dena chahta. Main bas se kaam chala sakta hoon, aur khaas baat yeh hai baaki sab yatra ka anand lein.”

Chacha Vivek ne kai baar zid ki, par pita ne aakhir use manaya jan-yaatra bilkul kaafi hogi.

Maa kareeb khadi rahi, dheeme sunti jab dono purush apni vyavastha baat karte. Kabhi-kabhi, woh Chacha Vivek ki taraf dekhti, phir turant apne uthae thailon par dhyan lauti.

“Shayad humein sab kuch tab tak tala dena chahiye jab Ranveer khali ho,” usne sujhava diya, chahe uski awaz mein asli vishwas nahi tha.







Pita ne sir hilaaya aur use vishwas dilaya uske kaagaj-kaam ke wajah se sabko apni yojana radd karne ki koi zaroorat nahi.

“Jao aur anand lo, priye. Vivek tumhara achha dhyan rakhega,” usne poore vishwas se kaha.

Un shabdon ne mujhe asahaj kiya, kyunki pita ne anjaan mein maa ko usi vyakti ke hawale kiya jisse woh gupt juda hui thi.

Maa alag vyavhar ki, yaatri-dwar ke bagal bahen jakadkar aur lagbhag udasinta-bhara chehra liye khadi. Usne Chacha Vivek ko lagbhag nahi maana jab tak pita ne use andar jaane aur suvidha se baithne ko prot sahit nahi kiya.

Main jaanta tha uski thandak aadha natak hai, tarika yakeen karne ka pita unke beech kuch ajeeb na dekhe. Phir bhi us niyantrit chehre ke neeche, shak hua woh apni prateeksha aur dosh se sangharsh kar rahi thi.

Maa camper-yan mein ghuse usse pehle, Chacha Vivek ne pal-bhar meri nazar pakdi aur mujhe dhyan-se aankh maari. Maine lagbhag swatah wapas diya, chahe badlav ne sochne par majboor kiya woh kitna shak karta hai main jaanta hoon.

Maa ne notice nahi kiya, kyunki woh pita ko vishwas dilaane mein vyast thi shivir-sthal pahunchte hi bulaegi. “Mere baare mein chinta mat karo, Ranveer,” usne kaha, uttariya theek karti.

“Bas apna kaam theek se khatam karo aur jab aa sako aao.” Pita ne sneha se uska kandha chhua aur anand lene ko kaha.

Usne use itni manne-layak garmi se muskuraya ki main sochne laga woh apni do zindagiyon ko kitni poori tarah alag kaise karti hai.

Phir maine ghoshit kiya main unke saath turant yatra nahi karunga. “Maa, Chacha Vivek, tum do aage jao,” maine samjhaya. “Mujhe pehle ek mitra se milna hai, aur baad mein shivir-sthal bas pakadunga.”

Maa hairan dikhi aur poocha kya main rasta jaanta hoon. Maine vishwas dilaya main pehle se sthan jaanch chuka hoon aur rasta dhoondhne mein koi kathinai nahi hogi.

Chacha Vivek vyavastha se poori tarah santusht laga aur kaha disha chahiye to bulao. Pita zyada chintit tha, zid ki main bahut der yatra se bachun aur yatra bhar doorbhash charjit rakhu.

Maa aur Chacha Vivek ke prashthan ke baad, pita aur main bache patra vyavasthit karne ghar laute. Maine use bhumi se judi kai patra alag karne mein madad ki, purane abhilekh, patrachar, aur pehchan-patra ki nakal samet.

Usne samjhaya mamla jatil ho gaya kyunki alag log kuch seemaon ke baare mein virodhi daave kar rahe hain. “Yeh chirchiraane wala hai,” usne maana, sab kuch apne folde ke andar savdhani se vyavasthit karta.

Kaam karte, pita ne achanak ek prashn poocha jo mujhe poori tarah anapekshit pakda. “Kuch kaho,” usne soch-bhari shuruat ki. “Kya tumne apni mata ko aajkal thoda alag vyavhar karte dekha?”

Main patra se upar dekha, na samajhne ka natak karta.

“Alag? Matlab kya, pita?” Woh hichkichaaya usse pehle samjhaya maa haal ki yatra se lautne ke baad ajeeb vyasta dikhti.

Kabhi soch mein khoi, kabhi chhoti baaton par adheer, aur kabhi sandesh par muskurati bina samjhaye kisne bheje.

Pita use kisi baat ka aarop nahi laga raha tha; woh bas soch raha tha kya kuch use pareshan kar raha hai.

Main theek se jaanta tha maa ke ajeeb vyavhar ke peeche kya hai, par main khud ko kholne ke liye nahi laa saka. Pita sach mein chintit laga, gusse ya shak mein nahi, aur isne baatchit khaas kathin banayi.

“Shayad woh bas thaki hai,” maine sujhava diya, sahaj sunane ki koshish karta. “Woh ghar ke aas-paas bahut kuch sambhal rahi hai, aur shayad use thoda aaram ka samay chahiye.” Pita ne meri vyakhya sochi aur sir hilaaya.

“Tum shayad sahi ho,” usne kaha. “Main bas chahta hoon woh khush rahe. Woh mere liye ajeeb patni rahi hai, aur mujhe use pareshan dekhna pasand nahi.” Uske shabd ne mujhe pehle se zyada sangharsh mein daal diya.

Jab hum kaagaj-kaam vyavasthit khatam kiye, pita ne madad ke liye dhanyavad diya aur yaad dilaya aakhiri bas na chhootne do. Maine mitra se milne ki apni vyakhya dohrayi, vishwas dilaya sab theek hoga.

Jab maine use apne patra par lauta dekha, socha uski chinta poori tarah meri suraksha ki taraf hai, jab maa ka gupt sambandh uski samajh se bilkul bahar raha.

Maine chaaha woh apni raksha ke liye kaafi jaane, par maine abhi bhi maun chuna.

Sach yeh tha mera mitra se milne ka koi irada nahi tha. Main jaanna chahta tha maa aur Chacha Vivek kya karenge jab unhe yakeen ho koi nahi dekh raha.

Pehle, maine gupt maa ke doorbhash se judi sthan-sanket vyavasthit ki aur Chacha Vivek ke camper-yan ke andar chhota shravya-yantra chhupaya. Main jaanta tha unki niji baatchiton par jaasoosi galat hai, aur main anyatha natak nahi kar saka.

Phir bhi, meri utsukta har jhoot se mazboot hoti gayi jo maine maa ko pita se bolte suna. Maine apna skootar uthaya, doorbhash par rasta jaancha, aur unhi raste ka peecha karne taiyar hua.

Yatra karte, shravya-sambandh ne mujhe camper-yan ke andar unki baatchit ke tukde sunne diya. Maa ki awaz gambhir lagi, aur Chacha Vivek ke uttar charitra-gat dheele.

“Vivek, mujhe dhyan se sunna chahiye,” usne kaha. “Main nahi chahti hum Ranveer ke peeche yeh gandi chhoti guptata jaari rakhein. Us atithi-kaksh mein jo hua galat tha, aur main thak gayi hoon har baar pati ko dekhkar dosh mehsoos karne se.”

Chacha Vivek ne shaanti se kaha, “Aaj tum bahut nishchit sunti ho, Shobha. Kya mujhe darna chahiye?” Maa ne turant uttar diya, “Mazaak mat banao. Main tumse gambhir baatchit karne ki koshish kar rahi hoon.”







Kuch der, maa samjhati rahi kitni asahaj mehsoos karti hai Chacha Vivek ke saath akeli hone se jab pita kahin aur vyast hai. “Samajhte ho yeh kitna bura dikhta hai?” usne maanga.

“Mera pati hamari parivaar-sampatti ki pareshaniyon se nipat raha hai, aur yahan main doosre purush ke saath akeli yatra kar rahi hoon jisse main gupt yaun-sambandh rakhti hoon.” Chacha Vivek asthir nahi hua.

Maa hichkichayi usse pehle uttar deti sab kuch phir se mamuli ho jaye.

Aakhir, Chacha Vivek ne vishay badla aur poocha kya woh use munh ka kaam degi. Maa ne turant pratikriya di, yaad dilati unhone abhi kai minat baat ki kyun unka sambandh khatam hona chahiye.

“Bilkul nahi, Vivek. Tum chala rahe ho, bhagwan ke liye, aur main woh sab bakwas phir shuru nahi karna chahti,” usne mazbooti se kaha.

Chacha Vivek ne poocha kya uska inkaar isliye hai kyunki woh use ab pasand nahi karti ya kyunki maanne se darti hai woh karti hai.

“Dono nahi,” maa ne zid ki. “Main bas nahi chahti hum uttardayi logon jaisa vyavhar karein, khaaskar jab Ranveer dono par vishwas karta hai.”

Chacha Vivek use chhedta raha, par maa ka uttar ajeeb gambhir raha. Usne use kaha use pasand nahi jab bhi woh uske prati sneha-bhari hota woh kitni asani se vyast ho jati hai.

“Aur main nahi jaanti tum mujhse apna ling choosne kyun maangte rehte ho,” usne shikayat ki.

Thodi der baad, Chacha Vivek ne kinare khinchne ka sujhava diya kyunki woh kuch samay se yatra kar rahe the. Maine yaan dheema hota suna, phir uske sanket-chinh aur injan shant hone ki awaz.

“Lo,” usne kaha. “Ab hum surakshit khade hain, aur koi humein jaldbazi nahi kar raha. Tum bata sakti ho sach mein kya chahti ho.” Maa ne use aarop lagaya jaan-bujhkar use chhodne ka mauka banane ka, par uski awaz ne pehle ki mazbooti ka bahut hissa kho diya.

Usne use apni patloon ki kari kholne aur apna vishal ling nikaalne ko kaha phir narmi se uska haath liya. “Tumhe mujhe kuch saabit karne ki zaroorat nahi,” usne use kaha.

Jo aaya ne mujhe chakit kiya, kyunki maa ke agle shabd ne yatra ke dauran usne jo kuch kaha uska lagbhag poora virodh kiya. “Yeh aakhiri baar hai, Vivek,” usne phusphusaya.

“Main matlab. Aaj ke baad, humein theek chalna hai.” Chacha Vivek ne poocha kya woh nishchit hai, aur usne shant par saaf haan se uttar diya.

Maine hilaav ki sarsarahat suni jaise woh kareeb jhuke, phir kai pal ki khamoshi.

Maa ne baad mein uske vishal ling ke baare mein kuch badbadaaya usse pehle uska ling choosna shuru kiya. Usne yatra sambandh ki ninda karte bitayi, phir bhi woh phir se usmein bhag lene ka chunav kar rahi thi.






Usne uska ling choosa jab woh chalana shuru kiya. Maine yakeen nahi kiya meri maa aisa kuch karegi. Main apne skootar ke bagal kai pal raha, Chacha Vivek ke camper-yan ko sunsaan sarak-kinare par shant khada dekhta.

Aas-paas ke pedon ne mujhe bina dhyan khinche kareeb aane ke liye kaafi dhak diya, aur manda shaam ki roshni ne andar kisi ke liye khidkiyon se saaf dekhna kathin banaya.

Main kareeb aaya aur bade ped ke kareeb apne aap ko rakha, jahan se kabhi-kabhi yaan ke andar hilaav dekh saka. Maa aur Chacha Vivek ko bilkul andaza nahi tha main unhe dekh raha hoon. Pehle sthapit shravya-sambandh se, main unki baatchit bhi sun sakta tha, jo badhti dilchasp ho rahi thi.

“Yahan aao, meri kulta. Kuch aur suvidha-janak jagah baithen,” Chacha Vivek ne achanak sujhava diya, aage ki seedhiyon ke peeche gaddiwali aaram-jagah ki taraf ishara karta. Maa turant prashn-bhari chehre se uski taraf mudi. “Kyun, Vivek? Yahan baithne mein kya galat?” usne maanga.

“Pehle, apna ling apni patloon ke andar rakho. Hum pehle hi anavashyak ruke hain, aur Ranveer kisi bhi pal mujhe bula sakta hai.” Chacha Vivek pita ke baare mein poori tarah beparwah laga, sahaj uttar deta, “Tumhara murkh pati apni bhumi-pareshaniyon mein vyast hai, Shobha. Woh kahin se achanak nahi aayega.” Maa ne uske laaparwah ravaie par bhaun tedhi keen aur use pati ke baare mein itna khariz-bhari baat na karne ko chetavani di.

Phir bhi, Chacha Vivek khada hua aur uska haath pesh kiya, use camper-yan ke peeche shamil hone ko prot sahit karta. “Aao, meri veshya. Main tumse kuch bura karne ko nahi keh raha. Hum wahan baithkar suvidha se baat kar sakte hain,” usne zid ki. Maa hichkichayi, bar-bar khidkiyon ki taraf dekhti jaise koi achanak bahar aaye.

“Vivek, mujhe yeh sach mein pasand nahi,” usne phusphusaya, chahe aakhir uska haath swikar kiya. Woh vishal aaram-jagah ki taraf badhe, jahan camper-yan ke bagal lambi gaddiwali bench phaili thi. Maa uske bagal baithi, sadi theek karti aur kai ghabraayi saansen leti jab Chacha Vivek gaddiyon ke viruddh suvidha se baitha.





Kuch der, dono mein se kisi ne baat nahi ki, aur maa sthiti se ajeeb atyadhik ho gayi dikhi. Usne bar-bar zid ki unka sambandh khatam hona chahiye, phir bhi usne man se Chacha Vivek ka peecha doosre niji sthan mein kiya.

“Aise kyun ghoor rahe ho?” usne aakhir poocha, uski aankhon se bachti. Chacha Vivek ne sir jhukaaya aur kaha, “Kyunki tum sundar ho, Shobha, tum apni aankhon se hi kulta jaisi dikhti ho, aur kyunki mujhe tumhare saath hona pasand hai.” Maa ne honth dabaaye, uski prashansa par bahut garmi se pratikriya na karne ki koshish karti.

“Tum hamesha yeh buri baatein kehte ho, Vivek. Kabhi sochti hoon kya tum sach mein matlab rakhte ho ya bas mujhe pareshani mein dalne ka anand lete ho.”

Chacha Vivek thoda kareeb jhuka, bolte awaz giraata. “Main har shabd matlab. Tum rajkumari jaisa vyavahar pane ke yogya ho, prashansit, kadr-daan, aur yaad dilaya jaye tum kitni sundar ho.” Maa ne soch-bhari use dekha, saaf uske dhyan se prabhavit khud ke bawajood.

“Ranveer mujhe achha vyavahar deta hai, Vivek,” usne dheeme kaha. “Woh achha pati hai, aur main nahi chahti tum anyatha natak karo.” Chacha Vivek ne kandha hilaaya, samjhata woh pita ki dayalu ko prashn nahi kar raha balki apna sneha vyakt kar raha hai. Chahe maa jaanti thi uske shabd unke gupt sambandh ko uchit nahi karte, woh badhti taiyar dikhi sunne ko.

“Samajhti ho tumne mujhe kya bana diya?” maa ne achanak poocha, chehra gambhir hota. “Main pehle yakeen karti thi main apne pati se aisa kuch kabhi nahi chhupaungi. Ab main doosre purush ke camper-yan mein baithi hoon, chinta karti kya woh mujhe phir chhodega.”

Chacha Vivek ne use kareeb se dekha usse pehle uttar diya, “Maine tumhe apni khud ki veshya bana diya, tumhe natak karne ki zaroorat nahi Shobha.” Maa ne aankhein giraayin, lagta us nireekshan ko vivad karna kathin. Woh jaanti thi woh ek baat mein sahi hai: apni saari chetavaniyon ke bawajood, usne bar-bar uske kareeb rehne ka chunav kiya.

Chacha Vivek ne narmi se kandhe par haath rakha aur poocha kya woh use chum sakta hai. “Nahi, Vivek. Phir nahi,” maa ne turant uttar diya, sir hilati. “Hum pehle hi bahut seemaen paar kar chuke hain, aur main nahi chahti yeh dopahar ek aur cheez ban jaye jise main pachtaun.”


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Ek aur khamoshi usse pehle maa aakhir seedha Chacha Vivek ki aankhon mein dekhi. “Dekho tumne mere saath kya kiya,” maa ne phusphusaya, sir hilati. “Main wahi tarah ki stree ban rahi hoon jise maine ek baar apne aap se wada kiya main kabhi nahi banungi.” Chacha Vivek ne uttar diya sneha apne aap kisi ko bura vyakti nahi banata, par maa ne turant uske tark ko chunauti di.

“Sneha pareshani nahi, Vivek. Ranveer se jhoot bolna pareshani hai. Tumhare saath chhupkar ghumna pareshani hai.” Usne aage ki hawa-khidki ki taraf dekha, achanak yaad karte mera pita bula sakta hai ya unki pragati ke baare mein soch sakta hai. “Aur kisi tarah, har baar jab saath hote hain, main un baaton ko baad tak bhool jati hoon.”

Chacha Vivek ek pal chup raha usse pehle maana uske paas kuch aur hai jo woh usse poochhna chahta tha. Maa turant uski taraf mudi, shak se aankhein sankochti. “Oh, Bhagwan ke liye, Vivek. Ab kya? Kya tumne ek shaam ke liye kaafi pareshani nahi ki?”

Woh muskuraya aur samjhaya usne dekha jab bhi woh uske chehre aur gardan ki prashansa karta woh hamesha sharmati hai. “Kuch hai jo maine pehle kabhi nahi kiya,” usne kaha. “Main aaj raat is camper-yan mein tumhara bada nitamb chhodna chahta hoon.” Maa ghoori, lagta sujhav se chakit.

“Mera nitamb?” usne dohraya, swatah uski taraf haath uthati. “Vivek, bilkul nahi! Jaanti ho maine Ranveer ko bhi wahan istemal karne nahi diya?” Chacha Vivek hairan laga aur poocha kya use vichaar bas pasand nahi.

Maa hichkichayi, samjhati woh ise ajeeb ghanisht ishara maanti hai aur iske baare mein baat karne se asahaj mehsoos karti hai.

Phir usne uska chehra jaancha aur sookhi chirchahat se joda jab chacha Vivek ne patloon se apna ling nikaala, “Woh ling andar rakho Vivek, apne ling ke aakar dekho! Tum us vishal sir ko mere gude ke kareeb kahin samaane ki ummeed kaise karte ho?” Chacha Vivek ne anapekshit alochana par bhaunhen uthayin par shaant raha.

“Meri kulta Shobha, tumne poori dopahar mere bade ling ki ninda karte bitayi,” usne uttar diya, ghayal sunane ka natak karta. “Pehle tumne shikayat ki chooste hue gala-ghuta, phir main ne kitna zor se chhoda, aur ab lagta mera ling tumhare gude mein ghusne ke liye bahut bada hai?”

Maa ne use kathor nazar di, chahe chehra naram hua jab usne vishwas dilaya use kisi baat se sahmat hone ki zaroorat nahi. “Main tumhara bada nitamb ghoor raha hoon Shobha aur aaj raat mujhe use chhodna hi hai,” usne samjhaya. Maa ne use shant adhyayan kiya, lagta hairan ki usne itni der chhedna band kiya seedha uttar dene ke liye.

Kai pal, maa ne uske bade ling neeche dekha, usne jo kaha uske baare mein savdhani sochti. “Tum nahi samajhte, Vivek,” usne aakhir phusphusaya. “Har baar jab main tumhe apne saath zyada sneha-bhari hone deti hoon, mujhe apne aap ko manana kathin hota hai humein rukna chahiye.”

Usne bina tokte suna jab usne jaari rakha guptata pehle se uski man-shanti prabhavit kar rahi hai. “Agar main tumhe apna nitamb chumna doon, to main shayad tumse door rehne mein aur badi veshya ban jaungi,” usne maana. “Aur yahi mujhe darata hai, kyunki main theek se jaanti hoon yeh sambandh mujhe kya daam chuka sakta hai.”

Chacha Vivek ne narmi se uska nitamb dabaaya aur use kaha use us shaam kuch faisla karne ki zaroorat nahi. Maa rahat dikhi par soch-bhari rahi, uski pehli khel-bhari vishwas anishchitata ko jagah deti.

Bahar, main ped ke peeche chhupa raha, jo kuch dekha us par sochta. Jo sabse zyada laga woh sirf yeh nahi tha ki maa ne Chacha Vivek ko phir chuma, balki woh kitni jaldi dosh, sneha, pratirodh, aur naya komalta ke beech hili.

Woh samajhti thi uske kaam pita ko barbaad kar sakte hain, phir bhi woh us bhav-uttejna ki taraf khinchi lagi jo Chacha Vivek use pesh karta tha.