Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

Dosto, aaj main ek kahaani likhne jaa raha hoon ki kaise meri Mummy ne mere Papa ko pehli baar dhokha diya aur chacha ke saath soyi.

Mera naam abhi zaroori nahi hai. Jo baat mahatva rakhti hai woh parivaar hai jismein main bada hua. Meri Mummy, Shobha, pachalis saal ki hain—abhi bhi bahut sundar, komal kaali aankhein, ek shaant muskaan jo adhik chhupati hai, aur ek shareer jo samay ne sirf aur adhik stri-sundari bana diya hai. Mere Papa, Ranveer, chhappan saal ke hain, ek mazboot, mehnati purush jinki kanpattiyaan dhauli ho rahi hain aur unmein woh shaant abhimaan hai jo hamesha pala-posha karne walon mein hota hai. Hum ek saral, sammanit madhyavargiya jeevan jeete the. Bahar se hum aadarsh dikhte the: Mummy, Papa, aur unka baccha ek chhat ke neeche. Andar, lekin, hawa mein bahut din se ankahi doori, raat ke maun, aur aisi tanhai thi jo logon ko galat jagahon mein sukh dhoondne par majboor karti hai

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Chacha Vivek usi shaant gali mein sirf do ghar aage rehte the. Woh mere Papa se lagbhag do saal bade the, karib athavan saal ke, kandhon aur chhati mein abhi bhi mazboot, geehri awaaz wale aur aise aadmi ka asaan vishwas jise kabhi kisi ki anumati ki zarurat nahi padi. Unhone kabhi shaadi nahi ki. Mohalle ke sabhi unhe sirf Chacha kehte the, aur main unke ghar lagbhag har doosre shaam ko padhai ya kaam ke baad jaata tha, kabhi-kabhi raat der tak rukta tha. 

Unka ghar mera doosra ghar ban gaya tha. Mere liye darwaza kabhi band nahi hota tha. Main seedha andar ghus jaata, apna thaila phenk deta, aur jahan marzi baith jaata. 

Andar sabse pehle jo cheez lagti thi woh khushbu thi. Poora ghar sambhog ki bhaari, chipchipi mahak se bhara hua tha jo kabhi poori tarah nahi jaati thi—paseena, sasti khushbu, latex, aur kharch hue shareeron ki teekhi dhatu-si gandh. Yeh pardaon, sofa ke gaddiyon, aur rasoi ke tiles tak chipki rehti thi. Vivek ise kabhi chhupate nahi the. 

Baithak aur soye kamre ki deewaron par nangi auraton ke kai bade, chamakdaar tasveerein aur posters lage the. Bhaari chuchiyon ke close-up jinke kaale nok dikhte the, khuli chut jo tej roshni mein chamakti thi, gol gaand jo khuli faili hui thi, kabhi-kabhi ungliyan ya lund abhi bhi unke andar. 

Kuch tasveerein itni detail wali thin ki har siilkari, har boond dikhti thi. Unhone kuch zyada ati-uttejak wali ko frame karke aankhon ke level par laga rakha tha taaki jahan bhi baitho, chut ya chuchi hi dikhe. 

Woh tasveerein hi sirf yaadgaar nahi thin. Jo auratein woh ghar laate the—paise dekar bulayi hui vaishyaayein—subah se pehle jaldi nikalne ki daud mein aksar cheezein chhod jaati thin. Har tarah ki panty: patli kaali lace, daag wali cotton, bina crotch wali jo abhi bhi geeli ho. Main unhe palaang ke neeche, bathroom ke farsh par, ek baar to kursi ke peeche latki hui paata tha. 

Yeh mera niji shauk ban gaya tha. Jab bhi Vivek shower mein hote ya cigarette lene baahar jaate, main unhe uthata, crotch ko naak se sata kar gehri saans leta. Khushbu hamesha wahi milti thi—chut, paseena, aur jo bhi lotion woh lagati thin uski chemical meethas. Kabhi kapda abhi bhi garam hota. Main lambi der tak khada reh kar saans leta, aankhein aadhi band, jab tak paani band hone ki awaaz na aaye. 

Vivek ki taaqat aisi thi jiska woh khuleaam fakhr karte the. Unhone mujhe ek se zyada baar bataya ki woh regularly ek hi raat mein do auraton ko lete hain, ek ke baad doosri, aur subah bhi lund khada uthte hain.

 “Ek raat mein do chut kuch nahi,” woh kehte, baahen faila kar. “Shareer abhi bhi tees saal jaisa kaam karta hai.” Woh auraton ke baare mein aise baat karte jaise doosre aadmi auzaron ke baare mein—kaam aane wali, phenkne layak, aur kisi bhi zaroori cheez ke liye bharosa na karne wali. “Neeche se sabhi randiyaan hain,” woh kehte. “Farq nahi padta sari pehni ho ya chhoti skirt. Mej par paise rakh do to taangein khul jaati hain.” 

Ek shaam main ek bade poster ko dekh raha tha jismein ek aurat chaar taangon par thi, uski chut mote lund ke aas-paas khichi hui. Vivek rasoi se do glass le kar nikle aur mujhe dekhte pakad liye. 

“Yeh pasand aayi?” unhone poocha, ek glass dete hue. 

Maine sar hilaya. “Uski gaand bahut badi hai.” 

Woh hansse. “Yahi to baat hai. Badi gaand, geeli chhed, koi sawal nahi. Us raat usko teen hazaar diye the. Woh mere lund par do baar jhali aur phir bhi poocha ki kya uski saheli ko bhi bulaun.” 

“Dono liye?” 

“Bilkul. Ek mere chehre par baithi to doosri mujhe sawaar hui. Main doosri mein khatam kiya aur phir bhi pehli ko deewar se sata kar phir choda. Yeh kuttiyaan isi ke liye bani hain. Aur kuch nahi.” 

Main tasveer dekhte raha. “Kya woh hamesha apni underwear chhod jaati hain?” 





Unhone muskura kar kaha. “Aksar. Itna chudi jaati hain ki bhool jaati hain. Main dino baad tak panty paata hoon. Kabhi geeli wali rakh leta hoon.” 

“Main unki khushbu leta hoon,” maine dheere se maan liya. 

Unhone bhaun uthayi, phir muskuraye. “Chalak ladka. Woh khushbu sab bata deti hai. Chut jhooth nahi bolti. Auratein pyaar aur samman ki baat karti hain, lekin unki taangon ke beech ki mahak pure jaanwar ki hai. Woh itna hi hain.” 

Kuch hafte baad baat aur gehri ho gayi. Hum sofa par the, wahi posters neeche dekh rahe the. Vivek ne ek aur drink daala aur peeche jhuk gaye. 

“Tum jaante ho main pehle sirf ek-raat ki vaishyaayon se zyada chalaata tha,” unhone kaha. 

“Matlab?” 

“Paanch saal pehle mera chhota network tha. Teen flat, chhe ladkiyaan, kabhi aath. Main poora sambhalta tha. Client aate, paise dete, chodte, chale jaate. Main saath percent leta tha. Ladkiyaan sab ek jaisi thin—kuch college chhodne wali, kuch talaq-shuda, kuch sirf lalchi. Main unhe sakhti se istemaal karta tha. Unhe yaqeen dila diya tha ki unki sirf keemat unki taangon ke beech ka chhed hai.” 

Main unhe takta raha. “Tumne vaishyaavritti ka network chalaaya tha?” 

“Maalik bhi tha aur chalaata bhi. Jab tak security officer bhaankne lagi aur ek ladki ne blackmail karne ki koshish ki. Main band kar diya, flat bech diye, aur phir se niji calls par aa gaya. Is tarah saaf. Ab bhi wahi dhandha, bas chupchaap.” 

“Kya tumne khud un ladkiyon ko choda?” 

“Har ek ko. Maal check karna kaam ka hissa hai. Kuch pehli baar jab main unhe desk par jhukata to ro padti thin. Teesre hafte tak woh maangne lagti thin. Paise kisi bhi aurat ko randi bana dete hain. Yeh yaad rakhna.” 

“Aur tum bas chhod kar chale gaye?” 

“Padna pada. Lekin sabak reh gaye. Auratein chodne aur paise dene ke liye hain. Aur kuch nahi. Unhe bhaav do to khatarnak ho jaati hain. Sirf cash aur chut rakho to zindagi saral rehti hai.” 

Us raat ke baad unhone mujhe DVD dene shuru kiye. Purani kharochi hui discs saade plastic ke cases mein. “Yeh dekh,” unhone kaha. “Sahi shiksha.” Film hardcore thin—lamba scenes jismein auratein kai aadmiyon dwara istemaal ho rahi thin, chehre virya se dhake, chhed khiche hue, auratein har gandi gaali sunte hue aur maangti hui. Main unhe apne kamre mein akele dheemi awaaz mein dekhta. 

Scene ke baad scene wahi sandesh: auratein bharni, thappad maarne, paise dene aur phenkne ke liye hain. Jitna dekhta, utna yeh vichar dimag mein baithta gaya. Padhai, naukri, shaadi—kuch bhi matter nahi karta. Aurat ka asal uddeshya uski taangon ke beech ki geeli garmi hai. Baaki sab sirf sajawat hai. Yahi soch woh DVD har raat dimag mein baithati aur seenchti thin. Auratein sirf sambhog ke liye bani hain. Aur kuch nahi 

 

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CHAPTER 3



Vivek jo DVD mujhe dete rahe the, unhone sirf meri raaton ko khuli taangon aur geeli chhedon ke drishyon se nahi bhara. Unhone har aurat ko dekhne ka mera tarika hi badal diya, aur pehli aurat jise un film ne sirf maans bana diya, woh meri apni Mummy thin. 


Un lambi, gandi sceneon ko hafte bhar dekhne ke baad—auratein gag karti hui, auratein jhuki hui, auratein sirf chhed samajh kar istemaal hoti hui—main apni Mummy Shobha ko naye nazar se dekhne laga. 

Woh pachalis saal ki hain, abhi bhi mazboot, sahi jagahon par naram, aur jitna main screen par paise dekar aayi vaishyaayon ko istemaal hote dekhta, utna hi main us shareer ko bina kapdon ke dekhna chahta tha jisne mujhe pala tha. 

Yahi wajah thi. Porn ne mujhe sikhaya tha ki aurat ki keemat uski jaanghon ke beech aur blouse ke neeche baithti hai, aur kuch nahi. Isliye main usko nahaate dekhne ke mauke dhoondne laga. 

Maine unki routine aise seekhi jaise shikari jaanwar ka rasta seekhta hai. Subah jab Papa kaam ke liye jaldi nikal jaate, woh saat baje ke aas-paas bathroom ka darwaza band kar leti thin. 

Main intezaar karta jab tak paani chalne ki awaaz aati, phir patli corridor mein ghus kar purane keyhole par aankh laga deta jo kabhi theek nahi kiya gaya tha. 

Kabhi bhaap se woh dheer dhundhla jaata to mujhe ungli se saaf karna padta. Kabhi darwaza thoda khula chhod deti thin kyunki chitkani atak jaati thi. 

Woh din sabse acche hote. Main wahan shaant saans lete khada rehta, lund shorts ke andar pehle se hi sakht hota, aur dekhta. 

Unke baal kaale aur naram blonde dhaariyon ka mishran the jo jab bhi woh shower ke neeche sar jhukati thin toh roshni pakad lete. Gehile baal peeth par latakte, jild se chipke hue. 





 


Unki aankhein badi aur kaali thin, jo logon ke saamne komal dikhti thin lekin jab unhe lagta koi nahi dekh raha to aadhi-band aur door si ho jaati thin. Honth bharpur the, paani un par bahte waqt hamesha thode khule rehte. 

Unki chuchiyaan bhaari thin, poori C-cup, umar ke hisaab se oopar baithi hui, nok kaale aur mote, thande paani se sakht ho jaate. Lekin unki gaand hi sab kuch chhaa jaati thi. 

Gol, moti, bhaari, aisi gaand jo khadi hone par bhi hilti. Jab woh ghar mein ya gaon mein saree pehen kar chalti thin to kapda har kadam par tan kar uchhalta, do bhaari gaal patle kapde ke neeche aise hilte jaise unki apni zindagi ho. 









Woh gaand pehli cheez thi jo kisi ki nazar pakadti, wahi pehchaan thi jis se sadak ke aadmi sar ghumate, chahe dikhawa karte ki nahi dekh rahe. Unhone kabhi anal nahi kiya tha; mujhe pata tha kyunki saal pehle maine unhe phone par ek saheli se kehte suna tha ki yeh soch hi ghinoni hai. 

“Woh jagah uske liye nahi hai,” unhone kaha tha. Yeh soch meri porn wali soch ko aur ganda bana deti—sochna ki agar koi zabardasti kare to kaisa dikhega. 

Unhe purple pasand tha. Unke almari mein lagbhag har saree mein uska koi na koi rang tha—gehra baingani, naram lavender, ameer wine-purple sone ke kinaron ke saath. 

Nahaane ke baad geele jild par kapda chipak jaata, bhaari gaand ke golai aur chuchiyon ke naram bojh ko line karta jab tak woh khud ko sukhati nahi thin. 

Vivek ki lagataar baaton ki wajah se, wahi neeche wale vichar jo main unke ghar ki vaishyaayon ke baare mein rakhta tha, ab meri Mummy par bhi baithne lage. 









Woh bhi sirf ek aurat thin. Naram, chodne layak, bilkul un DVD ki ladkiyon jaisa hi uddeshya liye. Jo samman pehle tha woh raat-raat kar patla hota gaya jab tak lagbhag khatm nahi ho gaya. 

Raat mein patli deewaron se unke soye kamre ki har awaaz aati. Main jaagta rehta aur sunta. Papa bedsheet ki aam si sarsarahat se shuru karte, chhote karahte, gadda char-paanch minute tak chichakta. Mere Papa unhe chodte. 

Phir khamoshi. Woh kabhi karahte nahi thin. Ek baar bhi nahi. Koi lamba saans, koi naram chill, kuch nahi. 

Hamesha wahi: jaldi, sukha, shuru hone se pehle hi khatm. Papa ki taaqat kam thi; ghar ke sab bina bole jaante the. 

Woh latak kar so jaate, minuteon mein kharraate, aur woh andhere mein jaakar khud ko dho leti thin. Phir bhi woh wafaadaar rahi thin. Jitne saal main us chhat ke neeche raha, maine unhe kabhi kisi doosre aadmi ko dilchaspi se dekhte nahi dekha, na koi aisa sandesh ya raat ka call mila jo parivaar ka na ho. 

Woh kabhi kisi aur ke saath nahi thin. Meri Mummy kisi doosre aadmi ke neeche—yeh soch mere dimag mein thi hi nahi. 

Woh Papa ki thin, aur yahi ant tha—jab tak porn aur Vivek ki awaaz ne sab kuch dubara likhna shuru nahi kiya. 

Holi ek garm shaam ko aayi jab hawa pehle se hi gulal aur dhuen ki mahak le kar aa rahi thi. Suraj dhalte tak poori gali logon se bhar gayi. 

Holika dahan ki aag mandir ke paas khule maidan mein thi, lakdi aur sookhe patton ka ooncha dher pehle se jalta, narangi laatein oopar chaat rahi thin jab bacche uske aas-paas chillate daud rahe the. 

Rang-biranga pauder hawa mein chamakte dhool ki tarah latka tha—laal, hara, peela, neela—kapde, chehre, baal sab range hue. 

Kahin dhol baj rahe the, kisi ne loudspeaker laga kar purane Holi geet chala rakhe the, aur padosiyon ke jhund dheele gheron mein naach rahe the, ek doosre par rang ki mutthi phenkte aur has-has kar girte. 

Aag ke dhuen mein bhune moongphali ki meethi mahak aur kuch budhe aadmiyon ke cup mein bhang ki teekhi gandh mil rahi thi. 

Mujhe Mummy bheed ke kinare mili. Unhone reshmi safed saree pehni thi jo pehle se hi gulabi aur peele pauder se dagmaga rahi thi. Baal khule the, kuch blonde-kaali lathein gaal se chipki hui. 

“Tum der se aaye,” unhone kaha jab mujhe dekha, wohi naram muskaan jo hamesha logon ke saamne lagati thin. “Main soch rahi thi tum rangon mein madad karne jaldi aaoge.” 

“Kuch kaam khatm kar raha tha,” maine jawab diya. “Tumhe dekh kar lagta hai tumne pehle hi yudh shuru kar diya.” 

Woh hansin aur apne hi baazu se hari dhaar saaf ki. 

“Tumhare Papa ne aag jalte hi mujhe bahar kheencha. Kehte hain Holi hi ek din hai jab poori gali phir se parivaar jaisi lagti hai.” 

“Woh galat nahi. Sabko dekho.” 

“Haan. Phir bhi mujhe tumhare phepdon mein dhuen ki chinta rehti hai. Aag ke bahut paas mat khade hona.” 

“Main baccha nahi hoon, Mummy.” 

“Tum hamesha mere bacche ho. Aao, yeh gulal ka packet lo. Sharma ke ladke par phenko usse pehle ki woh tum par phenke.” 

Maine packet le liya. “Papa ab kahan hain?” 

“Us chacha se baat kar rahe hain jo dhol laaya. Unke baalon mein pehle se rang hai. Jab aise hanste hain to das saal chhote dikhte hain.” 

“Tum un par bhi phenko. Unhe aur chhota bana do.” 

Unhone sar hilaya, abhi bhi muskurati hui. 

“Main pehle hi phenk chuki. Do baar. Unhone mujhe mandir tak bhagaya. Meri saree kharab ho gayi, lekin mujhe parwah nahi. Meri safed saree dagon ko behtar nahi chhupati.” 

“Tumhari safed saree, aahh.” 

“Yeh mera rang hai. Tum jaante ho. Lekin purple mera sabse pasandida hai.” Unhone haath badha kar mere gaal se laal ka dag apne anguthe se saaf kiya. 

“Jao, maza lo.” 

Vivek abhi tak nahi aaye the. Intezar karte main aag ke paas naachte ghere mein shaamil ho gaya. Bacchon par pauder phenka, buain ne mere baalon mein baingani aur peela ragar diya, aur jab kisi ne mere peeth par rangila paani ki baalti daal di to main has pada. 

Har baar jab main paas jata to aag ki garmi chehre se takrati. 

Log aate rahe, aur dhol judte gaye, geet tez hote gaye. Main gali ki taraf dekhte rehta, Vivek ke chaure kandhon ka intezar karta. 

Baad mein mujhe Papa moongphali bechne wale ke paas khade mile, unka safed kurta pehle se hi har rang ka nasha ban chuka tha. Unka chehra aisi khushi se chamak raha tha jo ghar mein kam dikhti. 

“Yeh saal ka sabse accha din hai,” unhone kaha jab main unke paas pahuncha. “Na daftar, na tension, sirf aag aur rang aur log jo ek raat ke liye apne jhagde bhool jaate hain.” 

“Tum har Holi yahi kehte ho.” 

“Kyunki har Holi sach hota hai. Jab main tumhari umar ka tha to poora saal is shaam ka intezar karta tha. Aag, geet, dhuen ki mahak jo gulal se milti hai—kuch aur iske kareeb nahi aata.” 

“Diwali se bhi behtar?” 

“Diwali roshni aur mithai hai. Holi azaadi hai. Apni Mummy ko naachte dekho. Ghar mein aakhri baar kab unhe aise hilte dekha tha?” 

Maine nazar daali. Mummy auraton ke jhund ke beech thin, purple saree ghumti hui, unke haathon se rang ka pauder udta jab woh ghumti thin. 








Unki badi gaand geele kapde ke neeche har kadam par hilti, bhaari aur nazar andaz karna namumkin. 

“Woh khush hain,” maine kaha. 

“Unhe yeh milna chahiye. Hum dono ko. Zindagi chhoti hai, beta. Ek raat rang aur shor humein yaad dilati hai.” Unhone meri kandhe par haath rakha, mere shirt par neela dag chhodte hue. 

“Aao, mujh par bhi phenko. Apne Papa ko indradhanush bana do.” 

Maine kiya. Hum hanse, pauder ki mutthiyan badli, aur kuch minute ke liye ghar, raaton ka maun sambhog, patli deewarein—sab door lag raha tha. 

Phir maine Vivek ko dekha. Woh bheed ke kinare khade the, der se, shirt ka collar pehle se khula, chehre par chhoti muskaan. Main seedha unki taraf dauda aur chamakti gulabi pauder ki mutthi phenki jo unki chhati par phoot padi. 

Unhone gaali di, hanse, aur hari pauder ki bhaari mutthi se jawab diya jo seedha mere chehre par lagi. 

Hum ek doosre ke aas-paas ghoomte, phenkte, ek doosre ke baalon mein rang ragarate, jab tak dono chalte-phirte tyohaar nahi lagne lage. 

“Tum der se aaye,” maine kaha, abhi bhi has-has kar, papkon se hara saaf karte hue. 

“Haan, haan.” 

“Kya hua? Tumne kaha tha aag jalte hi yahan hoge.” 

Woh paas jhuke taaki dhol unki baat na nigal le. “Main vyast tha. Poori tarah bhool gaya tha kaun sa din hai jab tak us ladki ne yaad nahi dilaya.” 

“Kaun si ladki?” 

“Jo aaj dopahar mere paas thi. Jawaan, tight, jab jhali to tez. Main usko do baar choda, ek baar sofa par aur ek baar deewar se sata kar. Jab main khatm hua aur woh chali gayi, tab tak suraj doob chuka tha. Main Holi tab yaad kiya jab bahar nikla aur dhuen ko dekha.” 

Main zor se hansa. “Tum Holi bhool gaye kyunki tumhara lund kisi randi mein gehra tha?” 

“Ssshh dheere bolo. Lekin haan! Bilkul. Aur yeh keemat ke laayak tha. Usne mujhe acchi tarah khali kiya. Main ander tak santusht hoon, ladke. Taangein abhi bhi thodi kamzor. Yahi wajah hai ki main der se aaya.” 

“Tum ajeeb ho.” 

“Main sthalit hoon. Pehle chut, baad mein tyohaar. Tumhe yeh kram seekhna chahiye.” 

“Main pehle se seekh raha hoon, tumhare wajah se.” 

Woh muskuraye, rangile chehre par daant safed. “Accha. Ab baat band karo aur aur rang phenko. Main yahan saaf khade rehne nahi aaya.” 

Uske baad hum saath rahe, bheed ke saath hilte. Log dheele jhundon mein naachte, aag oonchi hoti jaati jaise aur lakdi daali jaati. Rang ka pauder hawa mein bhar gaya jab tak har saans uska swad na le. 

Mummy abhi bhi auraton ke ghere mein thin, purple saree ab laal aur peele paraton ke neeche lagbhag pehchaan se bahar, unki bhaari gaand hilti jab woh ghumti aur gulal ki mutthiyan oopar phenkti. 

Aag ki roshni geele kapde aur unke shareer ki harkat pakad leti. 

Vivek lambi der tak chup rahe. Maine dekha unki aankhein khule maidan ke paar kisi cheez par atki hui thin. Woh tezi se ghoor rahe the, bilkul usi tarah jaise apne deewaron ke posters ko ghoorte hain. 

Maine unki nazar ka peecha kiya lekin bheed hilti rahi—naachne wale, bacche, dhuen—aur main pakka nahi keh sakta tha kis par unka dhyan atka tha. 

Meri Mummy abhi bhi naach rahi thin, has rahi thin, unka shareer kharab purple saree ke neeche azaad hil raha tha, lekin unke paas aur auratein bhi thin. Mainne khud se kaha shayad koi aur ho. 

Phir Vivek ka haath mere oopar ke baazu par band ho gaya. 

Unhone mujhe ek kadam aur kheencha aur doosra haath uthaya, naachte ghere ke paar us jagah ki taraf ishara karte hue jahan auratein hil rahi thin. 

“Woh dekha?” unhone kaha, awaaz dhol ke neeche dheemi. “Jis par main baar-baar dekh raha hoon. Batao woh aurat kaun hai. Kya tum use jaante ho?” 

Unki ungli hilte shareeron ki taraf atki rahi, us peele chamak ki taraf jo doosre shareeron ke beech dikhti aur gayab ho jaati. 

Main abhi bhi pakka nahi tha. 

Aag lambi chhayaen phenk rahi thi, rangili dhool gehri latki thi, aur meri Mummy ki hanshi ek baar sangeet ke oopar uth kar phir bheed hilte hi dab gayi. 

Vivek mujhse kis ke baare mein pooch rahe the?? Agle episode mein pata chalega....... 

 

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CHAPTER 4





Main wahan ghumti rangili dhool aur Holika dahan ki aag ki garmi mein khada tha jab Mummy naachti rahi. 


Main zor se soch raha tha ki Vivek itni tezi se kis par ghoor rahe hain. Unki aankhein naachte ghere ke paar kisi cheez par atak gayi thin aur chhodne se inkaar kar rahi thin. 

Safed saree ki peeli chamak hilte shareeron ke beech dikhti aur gayab ho jaati thi, lekin bheed gehri thi aur aag ka dhuen sab kuch chamakta bana raha tha. Main abhi tak pakka nahi tha. 

“Tum itni tezi se kis ko dekh rahe ho?” maine poocha, dhol ke oopar awaaz uthate hue. 

Vivek ne sar nahi ghumaaya. “Woh aurat. Jo safed mein hai. Dikhi?” 

“Kai auratein safed mein hain lekin main nahi dekh pa raha tum kis ki baat kar rahe ho.” 

“Woh wahan! Dekho! Is tarah nahi. Dekho woh kaise hilti hai. Us saree ka us par kaise baithta hai. Mainne is poori gali mein itni sexy cheez kabhi nahi dekhi.” 

“Tum har acche shareer wali aurat ke baare mein yahi kehte ho.” 

“Nahi. Yeh alag hai. Mujhe yakeen nahi aa raha woh kitni sexy hai. Jab ghumti hai to uske hips kaise hilte hain, uske chalne mein jo bojh hai, jab rang phenkne ke liye baahen uthati hai to kapda kaise chipakta hai. 

Yeh asambhav hai. Main ghoorta rehta hoon kyunki meri aankhein kahin aur jaane se inkaar karti hain.” 

Woh ghoorte rahe. Rang ka pauder humare beech hawa mein latka tha, aur phir bhi unki nazar atki rahi. 

Main unke chehre ka kinara dekh raha tha, har baar jab purple saree phir dikhti to unki aankhein thodi sikud jaati thin. 

“Tumhe aise ghoorna band karna chahiye,” maine kaha. “Inmein se kuch auratein shaadi-shuda hain. Tum khud ko musibat mein daal loge.” 






Vivek ne aakhir mein meri taraf nazar daali, phir wapas bheed par. “Shaadi kuch nahi. Ek kaagaz ka tukda aur kuch rasmein. Yeh kapdon ke neeche jo hai use nahi badalti. Shaadi-shuda chut bhi chut hi hai. Kabhi-kabhi to aur behtar hoti hai kyunki woh itni bhookhi hoti hain jo unke pati unhe ab nahi dete.” 

“Yeh sochne ka khatarnak tarika hai.” 

“Yeh sochne ka ekmatra imandaar tarika hai. Mainne pehle bhi shaadi-shuda auraton ko choda hai. Jab unhe pata hota hai ki unhe wahan nahi hona chahiye to woh zyada tezi se jhalti hain. Shaadi ek taala hai jo aasani se khul jaata hai agar tumhe tareeka pata ho.” 

Unhone jeb se cigarette nikali, rangili hawa mein match se jalayi jo thodi der chamki, aur gehri saans li. 

Dhuen aag ki mahak aur gulal se mil gaya. 

Smoke karte waqt bhi unki nazar nahi hati. Har saans par cigarette ki nok chamakti, lekin aankhein bheed mein usi jagah par atki rahi. 

“Use dekho,” unhone lambi kheench ke baad kaha. “Woh kaise hasti hai. Purple kapde ke neeche uska shareer kaise hilta hai. Woh chuchiyaan, unka baithna, jab ghumti hai to uski gaand ka bhaari golai.” 








Woh meri Mummy ko dekhte rahe jo har taraf naach rahi thin. Woh samjhate rahe. 

“Mainne sau-sau auraton ko nanga dekha hai aur paise dekar liya hai, lekin yeh… yeh kuch aur hai. Agar ek raat uske saath ho to mujhe ek mahine kisi aur ki zarurat nahi padegi.” 

Woh meri Mummy ki taarif kar rahe the bina jaane ki woh meri Mummy hain. 

Har shabd unhone usi aakar par giraya jise mainne bathroom ke keyhole se dekha tha, wahi shareer jise unke DVD ki wajah se main sirf maans ke roop mein dekhne laga tha. 

Mere seene mein ajeeb sa tanaav mahsoos hua, lekin maine unhe theek nahi kiya. 

“Tum pehle se hi paagal se lag rahe ho.” 

“Haan. Mujhe kuch batao. Woh aadmi jis se woh pehle baat kar rahi thin, baalon mein dhooli jiske, kya woh unka pati hai?” 

“Kaun sa aadmi?” 

“Jo unke saath moongphali bechne wale ke paas has raha tha. Bada, mazboot shareer.” 

“Haan. Woh unka pati hai.” 

“Kya use pata hai ghar mein kya hai? Aise aadmi aksar nahi jaante. Woh ghar aate hain, paanch minute mein khatm karte hain, aur so jaate hain. Aisi auratein behtar ke laayak hain. Unhe sahi tarike se istemaal kiye jaane ka haq hai.” 

Tab maine ubhaar dekha. Nazar andaz karna namumkin tha. Unke patloon ka saamna moti, bhaari ridge ban kar kapde se saaf dhakel raha tha. Unhone chhupane ya muh pherne ki koi koshish nahi ki. 

Woh thodi taangein faila kar khade the, ek haath mein cigarette, aankhein abhi bhi naachte ghere par atki, unke lund ki line rangile pauder se dhake kapdon ke neeche saaf dikh rahi thi. 

Unhe parwah nahi thi kaun dekhe. Woh aise hi the. 

Jab kuch unhe uttejit karta to shareer dikhane dete. 

Main poori tarah pakka nahi tha ki woh ubhaar meri Mummy ne paida kiya tha. 

Unke paas aur auratein thin, aur purple chamak, aur hilte hips. Lekin jitni der woh ghoorte rahe, jitna meri Mummy ki safed saree unki aankhein kheenchti rahi, utna mujhe shak hone laga. 

“Main abhi aata hoon,” maine unse kaha. 

Main bheed mein ghus gaya, ek stall se thanda drink kharida, aur kuch minute alag kone se aag ko dekhta raha. Jab main wapas aaya toh woh bilkul usi jagah khade the, cigarette filter tak jal chuki thi, aankhein abhi bhi usi jagah par atki thin. 

Ab mujhe pata chal gaya. Har baar jab meri Mummy ki safed saree hilti unka sar uska peecha karta, unki nazar har doosri aurat ko thukra deti, unke patloon ka ubhaar abhi bhi nahi utra tha—woh wahi thin. 

Meri Mummy. Aur ajeeb baat yeh thi ki mujhe isse koi takleef nahi hui. 

DVD ke baad, unki deewaron ke posters ke baad, un mahinon ke baad jab main un vaishyaayon ki chhodi panty ki khushbu leta tha, meri Mummy ab sirf ek aur garam, sexy shareer ban gayi thin dekhne ke liye. 

Meri Mummy ab aag ke paas thin aur jhund ek geet par naach raha tha aur meri Mummy bhi naach rahi thin. Unki peeth humari taraf thi. 








Mere saath baitha aadmi uski badi gaand dekhte hue sakht tha—yeh baat lagbhag swabhavik lag rahi thi. 

Holi ka tyohaar hamesha ki tarah dheere-dheere khatm hua. Aag neeche girne lagi, dhol dheeme pade, gulal ke packet khali ho gaye, aur log rangile chehre aur thaki hansi ke saath ghar ki taraf bhatakne lage. 

Hawa abhi bhi dhuen, cheeni aur kharch hue phatakon ki mahak le kar thi. Mujhe Mummy maidan ke kinare mili, unki safed saree bachane layak nahi rahi thi, baal har rang se bhar e hue. 

“Main ek dost ke saath thoda samay bitane ja raha hoon,” maine unse kaha. 

Woh wahi naram muskaan ke saath muskurayi. “Theek hai. Bahut der mat rukna. Aur sone se pehle woh rang dho lena.” 

Woh hamesha mujhe jaane deti thin. Unka mujh par bharosa tha. Unhe bilkul nahi pata tha Vivek asal mein kaun hain ya unke ghar mein kya hai. Unke liye woh sirf ek padosi the, ek kunwara aadmi jo do ghar aage rehta tha aur kabhi-kabhi jab woh guzarti thin to haath hila deta tha. 

Unhone kabhi unke ghar ke andar kadam nahi rakha, kabhi un deewaron se chipki sambhog ki mahak nahi sunghi, kabhi khuli chut aur bhaari chuchiyon ke posters nahi dekhe. 

Wahi anjaanpan hi wajah thi ki woh un shaamon par kabhi sawal nahi karti thin jo main wahan bitata tha. 

Main Vivek ke ghar ki chhoti doori taak gaya. Gali ab shaant thi, sirf kuch der se aaye log apne aakhri pauder phenk rahe the. Unka darwaza hamesha ki tarah khula tha. 

Andar jaate hi sambhog aur purani khushbu ki wohi bhaari mahak mujhe lapet li. 

Nangi auraton ke posters abhi bhi deewaron se neeche dekh rahe the. Vivek pehle se wahan the, sofa par baithe, nayi cigarette ke saath, farsh ko ghoorte hue. Woh alag dikh rahe the. 

Woh aam asaan vishwas nahi. Unke kandhe kas e hue the, aankhein door si, jaise unka dimag abhi bhi pehle aag ke rangile dhuen mein atka ho. 

“Tumhara dimag kisi cheez se bhara lag raha hai,” maine kaha, sofa ke doosre chhor par baithte hue. 

Unhone dhuen ki lambi dhaar chhodi. “Haan hai.” 

“Kya hua? Tyohaar par to tum theek the.” 

“Aaj raat mainne ek aurat dekhi. Sabse sexy aurat jo mainne saalon mein dekhi. Shayad kabhi.” 

“Tum har baar jab sakht hote ho tab yahi kehte ho.” 

“Yeh alag hai. Main usko chodunga. Bahut jaldi. Har aurat jise mainne kabhi chaha, aakhir mein usko choda. Yeh bhi alag nahi hogi.” 

Main hansa. “Tum pehle se usko chodne ke baare mein soch rahe ho aur uska naam bhi nahi jaante.” 

“Mujhe uska naam nahi chahiye. Mujhe woh mere neeche chahiye. Woh kaise hili, woh shareer saree ke andar kaise baitha… main pehle se mehsoos kar sakta hoon woh mera lund kaise legi.” 

“Tum hasyaaspada ho. Sirf sochne se itne chup ho gaye?” 

“Sochne se main phir se sakht ho gaya hoon.” Unhone sofa par hilkar baithne ki koshish ki, aur ubhaar abhi bhi wahan tha, abhi bhi saaf. “Main usko lunga. Yeh khwahish nahi hai. Yeh tathya hai.” 

Main abhi bhi nahi jaanta tha ki woh meri Mummy ki baat kar rahe hain. Safed saree, meri Mummy ki bhaari chuchiyaan aur gaand, unka naachna—mere dimag mein dono ko jodne ki soch kabhi nahi aayi. 

Vivek ne woh dheemi muskaan di jo woh purane vaishyaavritti network ke dinon ki baat karte waqt lagate the. “Mujhe auraton ko sambhalna aata hai. Shaadi-shuda ho ya na ho. Tum naram jagah dhoondte ho, akeli jagah, woh jagah jise unka pati chhoona band kar chuka hai. Phir dabaav daalte ho. Paise madad karte hain. Dhyan zyada madad karta hai. Jab unhe phir se chaha jaana mehsoos hota hai to woh taangein khol deti hain aur shukriya karti hain. Mainne pehle kiya hai. Phir karunga.” 

Hum is baare mein lambi der tak baat karte rahe. Maine unse kaha ki unhe ek aurat ke saath bas kar lena chahiye aur doosri randiyon ko chhod dena chahiye. Woh lagbhag saath ke the; paise dekar aane wali ladkiyon ka lagataar juloos aakhir mein thakaan paida karega hi. 

“Maine woh aurat pehle se dhoond li hai jiske saath rahunga,” unhone kaha. 

“Kya?” 

“Aaj raat wali. Wohi hai. Main mehsoos kar sakta hoon. Doosri sirf samay kaatne ke chhed thin. Yeh alag hai. Main usko lunga aur tab tak rakhunga jab tak uske saath khatm nahi ho jaata.” 

Main phir hansa. “Itni jaldi kyun? Aur aaj hi kyun? Tumne usko aag ke paar das minute dekha aur pehle se uski chut ke saath poora bhavishya bana rahe ho?” 

“Kyunki kabhi-kabhi tum kuch dekhte ho aur tumhara lund tumhare liye faisla kar leta hai. Aaj aisa hi din tha. Jab mainne us par nazar atkai, tabhi jaan gaya. Shaadi, umar, jo bhi humare beech khada hai—main hata dunga. Woh jaldi hi mere liye peeth ke bal hogi. Jab tum dikhawa karna band kar dete ho ki auratein usse zyada kuch hain jo woh hain, to yahi hota hai.” 

Unhone ek aur cigarette jalayi aur peeche jhuk gaye, faili taangon aur khule munhon ke posters deewaron se hum dono ko dekh rahe the. Ghar ki bhaari mahak mere kapdon mein aur gehri baith gayi. Bahar, Holi ka aakhri shor aam raat mein ghul gaya. 

Lekin mujhe pata tha ki Vivek bilkul meri Mummy mein dilchaspi rakhte the, isliye unka dimag seedha nahi soch pa raha tha. Jo hone wala tha woh bahut bada hone wala tha 

 

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