Adultery Ak CUCKOLD KI DIARY ( revenge)

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introduction
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
introduction 2
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 10
chapter 11 page 9
chapter 12 page 10
chapter 13 page 10
chapter 14 page 10
important introduction upadate page 11
chapter 15 page 12
chapter 16 page 12

Chapter 17 page 13 ​

Chapter 18 page 14 ​

Chapter 19 page 15 ​

Chapter 20 page 15 ​

Chapter 21 page 16
Chapter 22 page 16
Chapter 23 page 16 page 16latest​

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Ak CUCKOLD KI DIARY ( revenge)

Adultery - Ak CUCKOLD KI DIARY ( revenge)

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Mere do story running he aur me ak shaat dono ki update nahe de sakta hu

Mujhe kafe problem hote he ak taraf Tarun aur dusare taraf imran dono ki life alag he aur story bhu alag he me ak shaat dono ko image nahe kar sakta hu


is leye me 4-9 tak ahaat ak cuckold ki snk part 2 ka update doga

Is ki baad 11-16 tak

Ak CUCKOLD KI DIARY

Us ki bad dobara se 18-24 tak
ahaat ak cuckold ki snk part 2 ka update doga

Is tarah me ak story ko image kar paoga nahe to dono story me maja nahe ayega aur dono he bekar ho jayege

Bahut se write story Start karte he aur pher update Dena band kar dete he par me in dono story ko complete karna chata hu kese bhi kar ke

Okk to phele ek story poori complete karo phir dusri likho taki jayda focus 1 story par rahe

 

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Chapter 21

Bejjati ka Badla
Day 13

Main Manager ke cabin ke bahar chal rahe us ghinone khel se rahat ki saans lekar office ki building se bahar nikal aaya. Dimaag mein abhi bhi bohot saare sawal the, par ek baat saaf thi ki Harseerat wahan us gandi halat mein nahi thi. Mujhe ye bhi nahi pata tha ki aaj site visit kahan par ho rahi hai, isliye poore sheher mein bhatakne ka koi fayda nahi tha. Maine wapas apne ghar lautne ka faisla kiya.

Jaise hi main office ke main gate se bahar nikal raha tha, wahan khade watchman ne mujhe dekha aur hamesha ki tarah 'Salaam' kiya. Uske chehre par aaj ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi—thodi shaitaani, thodi rahasyamayi. Main thoda aage badha hi tha ki achanak maine palat kar dekha. Wo watchman jaldi se apna phone nikal kar kisi ko call laga raha tha, aur uske chehre par wahi ajeeb si muskurahat abhi bhi tair rahi thi.

Us waqt ek second ke liye mere andar खतरे (danger) ki ghanti baji. Mujhe laga shayad kuch gadbad hai, jaise wo meri hi khabar kisi ko de raha ho. Par phir maine is khayal ko jhatak diya. Main us watchman ko theek se jaanta tak nahi tha, na kabhi meri usse koi khaas baatcheet hui thi. Wo hamesha aate-jaate mujhe salaam karta tha, isliye maine uski is ajeeb harkat par zyada dhyan nahi diya aur apni gaadi ghar ki taraf badha li.



Main drive karte hue ghar ke kareeb pahunch hi raha tha ki achanak mera phone baj utha. Screen par naam dekhte hi mere chehre par ek badi si raunak aa gayi—Harseerat.

Maine turant phone uthaya, uski aawaz kano mein padte hi mere seene ka sara bojh jaise hawa ho gaya.
Harseerat:"Hello Tarun..."

Mera thoda sa gussa aur bohot saari fikr bahar aa gayi.
Main:"Harseerat! Kahan thi tum? Maine kitne calls kiye tumhe, tumne ek ka bhi jawab nahi diya. Pata hai main kitna pareshan ho gaya tha?"

Usne aage se bohot hi pyar se, thoda manate hue aur naram aawaz mein kaha,
Harseerat:"Sorry baby... bataya tha na ki aaj site visit hai, isiliye toh jaldi nikal gayi thi. Aur site par phone silent par tha, isliye tumhare phone calls ka pata hi nahi chala. Jaise hi thodi free hui aur phone dekha, waise hi sabse pehle tumhe call kar diya... Sorry honey."

Uske in meethay shabdon—'baby', 'honey'—ne mere dimaag ka saara tension aur gussa ek pal mein thanda kar diya. Manager ke cabin wala wo bhayanak khayal ab poori tarah se mit chuka tha.
Main:"Theek hai... ab kahan par ho tum?"

Harseerat:"Main wapas office ja rahi hoon. Aisa karo, tum bhi office aa jao. Saath mein hi project ki kuch khaas details discuss karni hain. Akele manage karne mein thodi problem ho rahi hai."

Main:"Haan, bas aa raha hoon sweet heart."
Maine khushi-khushi call cut kar diya. Mera din jo itne bhayanak twist ke saath shuru hua tha, ab wapas track par aata lag raha tha.


Kyunki main baat karte-karte apne ghar ke theek bahar pahunch hi gaya tha, toh maine socha ki office wapas jaane se pehle kyu na ek baar Mom (Parminder Kaur) se milta chalun. Aakhir ghar tak aa hi gaya hoon toh unhe dekhta jaoon. Subah se mahaul wese hi thoda heavy tha, unse mil loon toh unhe bhi achha lagega aur mujhe bhi.

Main gaadi se utra aur main door ke paas gaya. Darwaza andar se band tha. Maine 2-3 baar bell bajayi, par andar se koi aahat nahi aayi. Mom ne darwaza nahi khola. Mujhe thodi hairani hui kyunki Mom hamesha ek hi bell mein darwaza khol deti hain. Khair, main pareshan nahi hua kyunki mere paas ghar ki spare key (chabi) hamesha hoti hai. Mere aur meri behen Simran, dono ke paas hamesha ek-ek spare key rehti hai taaki kabhi aisi emergency mein bahar na rukna pade.

Maine jeb se chabi nikali, lock khola aur andar entry li. "Mom? Main aa gaya hoon!" maine aawaz lagayi.

Par ghar mein ek ajeeb sa, kaat khaane wala sannata chhaya hua tha.
Main kitchen mein gaya—wahan koi nahi tha, gas band thi aur bartan wese hi rakhe the.
Hall mein dekha—wahan bhi koi nahi tha. Subah wala typewriter table par wese hi rakha tha.

Mujhe laga shayad Mom upar apne room mein aaraam kar rahi hongi. Main tezi se seedhiyan chadh kar unke bedroom mein gaya, par wahan ka bister bhi poori tarah saaf aur khali pada tha. Mom wahan bhi nahi thin.

"Shayad garden mein hongi..." maine khud ko dilasa diya. Mom jab bhi akeli hoti hain, toh unhe piche wale garden mein ped-paudhon ke saath waqt bitana bohot pasand hai. Main jaldi se ghar ke piche garden ki taraf gaya.

Par jab maine garden ka darwaza khol kar wahan dekha, toh mere pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. Garden poori tarah sunsaan tha. Wahan par bhi koi nahi tha!




Maine jaise hi Mom ko call lagaya, pehli ring mein hi unhone phone utha liya. Par sabse hairan karne wali baat ye thi ki main niche hall mein khada tha aur mujhe Mom ke phone ki ringtone ki aawaz theek upar se aayi! Main turant chauk gaya kyunki main abhi-abhi toh upar unka kamra check karke aaya tha.

"Hello beta... kaise call kiya?" Mom ki naram aur thodi haanpti hui aawaz mere kano mein padi.

"Aap kahan par ho?" maine thodi bechaini aur ghabrahat ke saath pucha. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki aawaz kahan se aa rahi hai.

"Main ghar par hi hoon beta," Mom ne aaram se jawab diya.

"Ghar par kahan par?" Main phone par baat karte-karte hi tezi se dobara seedhiyon ki taraf bhaga.

"Upar chhat (terrace) par aayi hoon beta. Dhoop bohot tez hai aaj, toh socha sookhe hue kapde utaar laaun warna dhoop se unka rang udd jayega," Mom ne samjhate hue kaha.

Meri jaan mein jaan aayi. Mera dimaag bhi kitna ajeeb hai! Pata nahi kya-kya sochne lagta hoon. Ganganagar ki dhoop aur garmi mein kapde jaldi sookh jate hain, toh Mom bas apna roj ka kaam kar rahi thin.

"Oh acha..." maine ek lambi rahat ki saans li, call cut kiya aur tezi se chhat ki seedhiyon ki taraf aage badh gaya.

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Jaise hi maine chhat ka bhari lohe wala darwaza khola, dopahar ki tez roshni aur lu (hot wind) ke ek jhonke ne mere chehre par dastak di. Aur jab meri nazrein thodi saaf hui, toh saamne ka nazara dekh kar mere badhte hue kadam wahi ruk gaye.

Mom wahan taar ke paas khadi thin. Unhone wahi pavitra aur shaant lagne wali White Saree aur matching White Blouse pehna hua tha jo maine subah unke kamre mein dekha tha. Par chhat ki us tez dhoop aur April ki chubhney wali garmi ne us saadgi bhare roop mein ek ajeeb si kashish (attraction) aur aag paida kar di thi.
Paseene ka Nasha: Tez dhoop mein kapde utaarne ki wajah se Mom ko kaafi paseena aa gaya tha. Paseene ki wajah se unka wo safed blouse unki peeth aur unke bhari chuchiyon (boobs) ke aas-paas thoda transparent aur chipchipa sa ho gaya tha. Andar ke undergarments ka halka-halka aakaar us paseene se bheege kapde ke aar-paar jhalak raha tha.

Hawa aur Pallu: Chhat par chal rahi garam hawa ke jhonko se unki saree ka pallu unke kandhe se thoda sarak gaya tha.

Pallu hatne ki wajah se unki gori aur bhari kamar theek dopahar ki dhoop mein kisi sange-marmar (marble) ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Paseene ki kuch boondein unki kamar par aisi lag rahi thin jaise subah ki oos ki bunde ho.
Bhara Hua Jism: Wo taar par se ek-ek karke kapde utaar rahi thin. Unka har ek movement—haath upar karke kapde khinchna, pairo ke bal thoda unch hona—unke bhari aur gadeele (curvy) jism ko aur bhi zyada ubhaar kar mere saamne pesh kar raha tha. Jab wo haath upar karti, toh unki saree ka palla aur khisak jata aur unki kamar ka ek bada hissa mere samne nanga ho jata.

Main darwaze par khada bas unhe nihar raha tha. Mera dimaag jo kuch der pehle tak tension, darr aur shaq se bhara tha, ab ek baar phir se apni Mom ke is haseen, paseene se bheege hue, aur mehnat karte hue roop ko dekh kar pighalne laga tha. Unke lambe kaale baal thode bikhre hue the aur paseene ki ek boond unke maathe se hote hue unke gale ki gehri ghaati (cleavage) mein jaakar gayab ho gayi.

Meri saansein ek baar phir se bhari hone lagi thin. Mujhe office jana tha, Harseerat se milna tha, project par baat karni thi, par apne hi ghar ki chhat par apni Mom ko is garmi mein is tarah dekh kar mere pairo ne aage badhne se inkaar kar diya tha.

Tabhi, Mom ne taar se aakhiri towel utara aur use fold karte hue achanak palat kar meri taraf dekha...

"Arre Tarun, tu yahan kab aaya? Aur tu office se itni jaldi wapas kaise aagaya?" Unhone hairani se pucha, aur pallu ko theek karne ki koshish ki.



Maine muskura kar Mom (Parminder Kaur) ki taraf dekha aur kaha, "Bas Mom, paas mein hi ek kaam tha aur ghar raste mein hi tha, toh socha kyun na apni sweet Mom se milta chalun." Mere ye bolte hi unke chehre par ek behad pyari aur mamta bhari muskurahat aa gayi. Unhone badi saadgi se mujhse madad maangi aur sookhe hue kapdon ki ek balti mujhe thama di.


Wahan do baltiyan rakhi thin—ek kapdon se poori tarah bhari hui aur dusri thodi khali. Halaki main ek bodybuilder type ka ladka hoon aur mera sharer kaafi mazboot hai, par Mom ke liye main hamesha wahi chota baccha hi rahunga. Unhone mujhe jaan-bujhkar kam kapdon wali balti pakdayi taaki mujh par bojh na pade. Maine unse dusri bhari hui balti maangne ki koshish ki, par unhone sakhti se mana kar diya. Ye unka wahi purana dulaar tha jo har baar mera dil jeet leta hai.

Jab hum niche bedroom mein aaye, toh Mom ne mujhse kapde bed par rakhne ko kaha. Maine apni balti khali ki aur phir Mom ne bhi apni balti wahan ulat di. Wo kaafi thak chuki thin aur Ganganagar ki dhoop ki wajah se unhe behad paseena aa raha tha. Unhone thakaan mitane ke liye bed ka sahara liya aur thoda aage ki taraf jhuk kar haat rakha.

Mom ke jhukte hi unki bade size ki gand white saree ke piche se buri tarah ubhar kar saamne aa gayi. Unki body ka wo curve itna bhaari aur akarshak tha ki Harseerat ka figure bhi unke saamne aadha lag raha tha.
Ye nazara dekh kar mera dimaag sunn ho gaya aur mera land pant ke andar hi jhatke khane laga. Maine turant use adjust kiya taaki Mom ki nazar na pade.
Mom ab ek-ek karke kapdon ki ginti kar rahi thin aur lagatar usi jhuki hui avastha mein thin. Paseene ki wajah se unki white saree aur blouse unke jism se chipak gaye the, jisse unki gori skin saaf jhalak rahi thi. Us nazare ne saaf kar diya ki garmi ki wajah se unhone andar panty tak nahi pehni thi, jo mere liye kisi qayamat se kam nahi tha.

Main wahan khada unhe nihar raha tha, aur mera mann phir se usi gunah ki taraf khich raha tha jise main subah dining table par kar chuka tha.

Main apni hawas par qabu nahi rakh paaya. Jab Mom bed par jhuki hui thin aur unki bade size ki gand mere theek samne thi, toh mere andar ka jaanwar jaag utha. Maine ek kadam aage badhaya aur apne pant mein jhatke khaate hue sakht land ko unki gand ke beech dabaate hue unse bilkul chipak gaya.

Mom ek dum se shock ho gayin aur unki aawaz mein hairani thi, "Tarun! Kya kar raha hai?"

Main wahi freeze ho gaya. Mera land unki gand ke beech kaafi gehra dhas chuka tha aur mujhe poora yakeen tha ki unhe mere tanav (erection) ka poora ehsaas ho gaya hai. Mom turant seedhi khadi huin aur dobara thodi sakhti se pucha, "Tarun... kya kar raha hai?"

Darr ke maare meri halat kharab ho gayi. Us darr ki vajah se mera land turant dheela pad gaya aur apna sara tanav kho kar soft ho gaya. Maine haklaate hue kaha:

"Mom... aah... wo main..."

Mom ne pucha, "Kya? Bol..."

Hum dono abhi bhi behad kareeb khade the. Unke chehre par halka gussa dikh raha tha. Maine turant baat palatne ke liye door hote hue kaha, "Mom, main bas ye soch raha tha ki aap humare liye kitni mehnat karti hain... humara kitna dhyan rakhti hain. Bas wahi soch kar main emotional ho gaya."

Mom ne mujhe sar se paon tak ek baar gaur se dekha, jaise wo meri aankhon mein sach dhoond rahi hon. Phir thoda sahaj (normal) hote hue boli, "Ek maa ka kaam hi apne baccho ka dhyan rakhna hota hai, beta."

Maine turant maafi maangi, "Sorry, maine aapko aise achanak hug kiya."

Mera ye "hug" wala bahana kaam kar gaya. Mom ke chehre par dobara wahi mamta bhari muskurahat aa gayi. Unhone naram lehje mein kaha, "Isme sorry ki kya baat hai? Teri mom hoon, tu jab chahe mujhe gale laga sakta hai."

Maine rahat ki saans li. Aaj meri shamat aane hi wali thi par maine mamla sambhal liya. Mom ne mujhse kaha ki main niche chal kar intezar karun, wo mere liye coffee bana kar la rahi hain. Par mera dimaag abhi bhi us darr aur guilt se bhara tha. Mujhe lag raha tha ki agar main thoda aur ruka, toh shayad meri pakad ho jaye.

Maine jaldi se bahana banaya, "Nahi Mom, coffee phir kabhi. Mujhe office mein bohot zaroori kaam hai aur Harseerat mera intezar kar rahi hogi. Mujhe nikalna chahiye."

Mom ne mujhe rokne ki koshish ki, par main bina ruka wahan se nikal gaya. Main seedha apni gaadi ki taraf bhaga, mera dil abhi bhi zor se dhadak raha tha.



Main gaadi mein baitha aur tez speed mein office ki taraf nikal pada. Gaadi ka steering wheel maine itni zor se pakda hua tha ki meri ungliyan safed padh gayi thin. Mera dimaag kisi bhayanak toofan ki tarah ghoom raha tha. "Mujhe kya ho raha hai?" main baar-baar khud se yahi sawal kar raha tha. Jo harkat maine abhi ki, aisa toh main apne sabse bure sapne mein bhi nahi soch sakta tha. Apni hi Mom ko gandi nazron se dekhna aur unke saath aisi ghatiya harkat karna? Main itna neech kaise ho gaya?

Mujhe achhe se pata tha ki Mom ko ehsaas ho gaya tha ki maine wahan kya karne ki koshish ki thi. Unhone jab mujhe upar se niche tak dekha, toh wo meri sachayi hi dhoondh rahi thin. Shukar hai ki darr ke maare mera land us waqt poori tarah soft ho gaya tha aur unhe kapdon ke upar se kuch waisa mehsoos nahi hua. Par soch kar hi meri rooh kaanp rahi thi ki agar wo us waqt hard hota... toh Mom kya sochti? Wo kya karti? Shayad unka dil wahi toot jata ye soch kar ki unke apne khoon ne unke gaurav aur mamta ka kya sila diya.

"Kaise tu ek pavitra Maa-Bete ke rishte ko kalankit kar sakta hai?" meri aatma mujhe andar tak kachot rahi thi. Mom ne mere liye kya kuch nahi kiya. Apna poora astitva, apni saari khushiyan meri parwarish ke liye mita din. Main hamesha badi-badi baatein karta hoon ki main har aurat ki izzat karta hoon, aur Mom... Mom toh mere liye kisi Devi (goddess) se kam nahi hain. Aur maine unhi ko...

"Chee! Chee Tarundeep Randhawa!" maine rear-view mirror mein apne aapse aankhein milate hue gusse mein khud ko gaali di. Meri aankhon mein apne hi liye nafrat bhari thi. "Tu toh apni family ko bahar ke gande logon se bachana chahta tha na? Tu Harseerat aur Simran ki dhaal banna chahta tha. Aur khud kya kar raha hai? Apne hi ghar ki sabse izzatdaar, sabse acchi aurat ko... apni hi maa ko apni hawas ki nazar se dekh raha hai? Kaise Tarundeep... kaise gir gaya tu itna?"

Aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chubhan ho rahi thi. Mom ne mujhe kuch nahi kaha. Wo itni bholi aur mamta se bhari hain ki meri har badi se badi galti, har chori maaf kar deti hain. Unhone mere us jhoote "hug" wale bahane ko bhi sach maan liya kyunki unka dil sheeshe ki tarah saaf hai. Par mujhe toh mera sach pata tha.

"Tune sahi nahi kiya Tarundeep Randhawa..." maine bhari aawaz mein khud se kaha. "Bhale hi unhone mamta mein aakar kuch na bola ho, par tujhe toh pata hai tune kya kiya hai. Tune apne andar ke us janwar ko apni maryada aur izzat par haavi kaise hone diya?"

Gaadi sadak par lagatar aage badh rahi thi, par mera poora astitva piche usi bedroom ke farsh par pada tadap raha tha. Aaj ke is ek pal ne mujhe meri hi nazron mein mitti mein mila diya tha. Mera dil kar raha tha ki main apne dono hath kaat loon, par jo paap dimaag ne kiya tha, uski saza toh ab mujhe andar hi andar zindagi bhar bhugatni thi.

 

[butcher]

Chapter 21

Bejjati ka Badla
Day 13

Main Manager ke cabin ke bahar chal rahe us ghinone khel se rahat ki saans lekar office ki building se bahar nikal aaya. Dimaag mein abhi bhi bohot saare sawal the, par ek baat saaf thi ki Harseerat wahan us gandi halat mein nahi thi. Mujhe ye bhi nahi pata tha ki aaj site visit kahan par ho rahi hai, isliye poore sheher mein bhatakne ka koi fayda nahi tha. Maine wapas apne ghar lautne ka faisla kiya.

Jaise hi main office ke main gate se bahar nikal raha tha, wahan khade watchman ne mujhe dekha aur hamesha ki tarah 'Salaam' kiya. Uske chehre par aaj ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi—thodi shaitaani, thodi rahasyamayi. Main thoda aage badha hi tha ki achanak maine palat kar dekha. Wo watchman jaldi se apna phone nikal kar kisi ko call laga raha tha, aur uske chehre par wahi ajeeb si muskurahat abhi bhi tair rahi thi.

Us waqt ek second ke liye mere andar खतरे (danger) ki ghanti baji. Mujhe laga shayad kuch gadbad hai, jaise wo meri hi khabar kisi ko de raha ho. Par phir maine is khayal ko jhatak diya. Main us watchman ko theek se jaanta tak nahi tha, na kabhi meri usse koi khaas baatcheet hui thi. Wo hamesha aate-jaate mujhe salaam karta tha, isliye maine uski is ajeeb harkat par zyada dhyan nahi diya aur apni gaadi ghar ki taraf badha li.



Main drive karte hue ghar ke kareeb pahunch hi raha tha ki achanak mera phone baj utha. Screen par naam dekhte hi mere chehre par ek badi si raunak aa gayi—Harseerat.

Maine turant phone uthaya, uski aawaz kano mein padte hi mere seene ka sara bojh jaise hawa ho gaya.
Harseerat:"Hello Tarun..."

Mera thoda sa gussa aur bohot saari fikr bahar aa gayi.
Main:"Harseerat! Kahan thi tum? Maine kitne calls kiye tumhe, tumne ek ka bhi jawab nahi diya. Pata hai main kitna pareshan ho gaya tha?"

Usne aage se bohot hi pyar se, thoda manate hue aur naram aawaz mein kaha,
Harseerat:"Sorry baby... bataya tha na ki aaj site visit hai, isiliye toh jaldi nikal gayi thi. Aur site par phone silent par tha, isliye tumhare phone calls ka pata hi nahi chala. Jaise hi thodi free hui aur phone dekha, waise hi sabse pehle tumhe call kar diya... Sorry honey."

Uske in meethay shabdon—'baby', 'honey'—ne mere dimaag ka saara tension aur gussa ek pal mein thanda kar diya. Manager ke cabin wala wo bhayanak khayal ab poori tarah se mit chuka tha.
Main:"Theek hai... ab kahan par ho tum?"

Harseerat:"Main wapas office ja rahi hoon. Aisa karo, tum bhi office aa jao. Saath mein hi project ki kuch khaas details discuss karni hain. Akele manage karne mein thodi problem ho rahi hai."

Main:"Haan, bas aa raha hoon sweet heart."
Maine khushi-khushi call cut kar diya. Mera din jo itne bhayanak twist ke saath shuru hua tha, ab wapas track par aata lag raha tha.


Kyunki main baat karte-karte apne ghar ke theek bahar pahunch hi gaya tha, toh maine socha ki office wapas jaane se pehle kyu na ek baar Mom (Parminder Kaur) se milta chalun. Aakhir ghar tak aa hi gaya hoon toh unhe dekhta jaoon. Subah se mahaul wese hi thoda heavy tha, unse mil loon toh unhe bhi achha lagega aur mujhe bhi.

Main gaadi se utra aur main door ke paas gaya. Darwaza andar se band tha. Maine 2-3 baar bell bajayi, par andar se koi aahat nahi aayi. Mom ne darwaza nahi khola. Mujhe thodi hairani hui kyunki Mom hamesha ek hi bell mein darwaza khol deti hain. Khair, main pareshan nahi hua kyunki mere paas ghar ki spare key (chabi) hamesha hoti hai. Mere aur meri behen Simran, dono ke paas hamesha ek-ek spare key rehti hai taaki kabhi aisi emergency mein bahar na rukna pade.

Maine jeb se chabi nikali, lock khola aur andar entry li. "Mom? Main aa gaya hoon!" maine aawaz lagayi.

Par ghar mein ek ajeeb sa, kaat khaane wala sannata chhaya hua tha.
Main kitchen mein gaya—wahan koi nahi tha, gas band thi aur bartan wese hi rakhe the.
Hall mein dekha—wahan bhi koi nahi tha. Subah wala typewriter table par wese hi rakha tha.

Mujhe laga shayad Mom upar apne room mein aaraam kar rahi hongi. Main tezi se seedhiyan chadh kar unke bedroom mein gaya, par wahan ka bister bhi poori tarah saaf aur khali pada tha. Mom wahan bhi nahi thin.

"Shayad garden mein hongi..." maine khud ko dilasa diya. Mom jab bhi akeli hoti hain, toh unhe piche wale garden mein ped-paudhon ke saath waqt bitana bohot pasand hai. Main jaldi se ghar ke piche garden ki taraf gaya.

Par jab maine garden ka darwaza khol kar wahan dekha, toh mere pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. Garden poori tarah sunsaan tha. Wahan par bhi koi nahi tha!




Maine jaise hi Mom ko call lagaya, pehli ring mein hi unhone phone utha liya. Par sabse hairan karne wali baat ye thi ki main niche hall mein khada tha aur mujhe Mom ke phone ki ringtone ki aawaz theek upar se aayi! Main turant chauk gaya kyunki main abhi-abhi toh upar unka kamra check karke aaya tha.

"Hello beta... kaise call kiya?" Mom ki naram aur thodi haanpti hui aawaz mere kano mein padi.

"Aap kahan par ho?" maine thodi bechaini aur ghabrahat ke saath pucha. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki aawaz kahan se aa rahi hai.

"Main ghar par hi hoon beta," Mom ne aaram se jawab diya.

"Ghar par kahan par?" Main phone par baat karte-karte hi tezi se dobara seedhiyon ki taraf bhaga.

"Upar chhat (terrace) par aayi hoon beta. Dhoop bohot tez hai aaj, toh socha sookhe hue kapde utaar laaun warna dhoop se unka rang udd jayega," Mom ne samjhate hue kaha.

Meri jaan mein jaan aayi. Mera dimaag bhi kitna ajeeb hai! Pata nahi kya-kya sochne lagta hoon. Ganganagar ki dhoop aur garmi mein kapde jaldi sookh jate hain, toh Mom bas apna roj ka kaam kar rahi thin.

"Oh acha..." maine ek lambi rahat ki saans li, call cut kiya aur tezi se chhat ki seedhiyon ki taraf aage badh gaya.

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Jaise hi maine chhat ka bhari lohe wala darwaza khola, dopahar ki tez roshni aur lu (hot wind) ke ek jhonke ne mere chehre par dastak di. Aur jab meri nazrein thodi saaf hui, toh saamne ka nazara dekh kar mere badhte hue kadam wahi ruk gaye.

Mom wahan taar ke paas khadi thin. Unhone wahi pavitra aur shaant lagne wali White Saree aur matching White Blouse pehna hua tha jo maine subah unke kamre mein dekha tha. Par chhat ki us tez dhoop aur April ki chubhney wali garmi ne us saadgi bhare roop mein ek ajeeb si kashish (attraction) aur aag paida kar di thi.
Paseene ka Nasha: Tez dhoop mein kapde utaarne ki wajah se Mom ko kaafi paseena aa gaya tha. Paseene ki wajah se unka wo safed blouse unki peeth aur unke bhari chuchiyon (boobs) ke aas-paas thoda transparent aur chipchipa sa ho gaya tha. Andar ke undergarments ka halka-halka aakaar us paseene se bheege kapde ke aar-paar jhalak raha tha.

Hawa aur Pallu: Chhat par chal rahi garam hawa ke jhonko se unki saree ka pallu unke kandhe se thoda sarak gaya tha.

Pallu hatne ki wajah se unki gori aur bhari kamar theek dopahar ki dhoop mein kisi sange-marmar (marble) ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Paseene ki kuch boondein unki kamar par aisi lag rahi thin jaise subah ki oos ki bunde ho.
Bhara Hua Jism: Wo taar par se ek-ek karke kapde utaar rahi thin. Unka har ek movement—haath upar karke kapde khinchna, pairo ke bal thoda unch hona—unke bhari aur gadeele (curvy) jism ko aur bhi zyada ubhaar kar mere saamne pesh kar raha tha. Jab wo haath upar karti, toh unki saree ka palla aur khisak jata aur unki kamar ka ek bada hissa mere samne nanga ho jata.

Main darwaze par khada bas unhe nihar raha tha. Mera dimaag jo kuch der pehle tak tension, darr aur shaq se bhara tha, ab ek baar phir se apni Mom ke is haseen, paseene se bheege hue, aur mehnat karte hue roop ko dekh kar pighalne laga tha. Unke lambe kaale baal thode bikhre hue the aur paseene ki ek boond unke maathe se hote hue unke gale ki gehri ghaati (cleavage) mein jaakar gayab ho gayi.

Meri saansein ek baar phir se bhari hone lagi thin. Mujhe office jana tha, Harseerat se milna tha, project par baat karni thi, par apne hi ghar ki chhat par apni Mom ko is garmi mein is tarah dekh kar mere pairo ne aage badhne se inkaar kar diya tha.

Tabhi, Mom ne taar se aakhiri towel utara aur use fold karte hue achanak palat kar meri taraf dekha...

"Arre Tarun, tu yahan kab aaya? Aur tu office se itni jaldi wapas kaise aagaya?" Unhone hairani se pucha, aur pallu ko theek karne ki koshish ki.



Maine muskura kar Mom (Parminder Kaur) ki taraf dekha aur kaha, "Bas Mom, paas mein hi ek kaam tha aur ghar raste mein hi tha, toh socha kyun na apni sweet Mom se milta chalun." Mere ye bolte hi unke chehre par ek behad pyari aur mamta bhari muskurahat aa gayi. Unhone badi saadgi se mujhse madad maangi aur sookhe hue kapdon ki ek balti mujhe thama di.


Wahan do baltiyan rakhi thin—ek kapdon se poori tarah bhari hui aur dusri thodi khali. Halaki main ek bodybuilder type ka ladka hoon aur mera sharer kaafi mazboot hai, par Mom ke liye main hamesha wahi chota baccha hi rahunga. Unhone mujhe jaan-bujhkar kam kapdon wali balti pakdayi taaki mujh par bojh na pade. Maine unse dusri bhari hui balti maangne ki koshish ki, par unhone sakhti se mana kar diya. Ye unka wahi purana dulaar tha jo har baar mera dil jeet leta hai.

Jab hum niche bedroom mein aaye, toh Mom ne mujhse kapde bed par rakhne ko kaha. Maine apni balti khali ki aur phir Mom ne bhi apni balti wahan ulat di. Wo kaafi thak chuki thin aur Ganganagar ki dhoop ki wajah se unhe behad paseena aa raha tha. Unhone thakaan mitane ke liye bed ka sahara liya aur thoda aage ki taraf jhuk kar haat rakha.

Mom ke jhukte hi unki bade size ki gand white saree ke piche se buri tarah ubhar kar saamne aa gayi. Unki body ka wo curve itna bhaari aur akarshak tha ki Harseerat ka figure bhi unke saamne aadha lag raha tha.
Ye nazara dekh kar mera dimaag sunn ho gaya aur mera land pant ke andar hi jhatke khane laga. Maine turant use adjust kiya taaki Mom ki nazar na pade.
Mom ab ek-ek karke kapdon ki ginti kar rahi thin aur lagatar usi jhuki hui avastha mein thin. Paseene ki wajah se unki white saree aur blouse unke jism se chipak gaye the, jisse unki gori skin saaf jhalak rahi thi. Us nazare ne saaf kar diya ki garmi ki wajah se unhone andar panty tak nahi pehni thi, jo mere liye kisi qayamat se kam nahi tha.

Main wahan khada unhe nihar raha tha, aur mera mann phir se usi gunah ki taraf khich raha tha jise main subah dining table par kar chuka tha.

Main apni hawas par qabu nahi rakh paaya. Jab Mom bed par jhuki hui thin aur unki bade size ki gand mere theek samne thi, toh mere andar ka jaanwar jaag utha. Maine ek kadam aage badhaya aur apne pant mein jhatke khaate hue sakht land ko unki gand ke beech dabaate hue unse bilkul chipak gaya.

Mom ek dum se shock ho gayin aur unki aawaz mein hairani thi, "Tarun! Kya kar raha hai?"

Main wahi freeze ho gaya. Mera land unki gand ke beech kaafi gehra dhas chuka tha aur mujhe poora yakeen tha ki unhe mere tanav (erection) ka poora ehsaas ho gaya hai. Mom turant seedhi khadi huin aur dobara thodi sakhti se pucha, "Tarun... kya kar raha hai?"

Darr ke maare meri halat kharab ho gayi. Us darr ki vajah se mera land turant dheela pad gaya aur apna sara tanav kho kar soft ho gaya. Maine haklaate hue kaha:

"Mom... aah... wo main..."

Mom ne pucha, "Kya? Bol..."

Hum dono abhi bhi behad kareeb khade the. Unke chehre par halka gussa dikh raha tha. Maine turant baat palatne ke liye door hote hue kaha, "Mom, main bas ye soch raha tha ki aap humare liye kitni mehnat karti hain... humara kitna dhyan rakhti hain. Bas wahi soch kar main emotional ho gaya."

Mom ne mujhe sar se paon tak ek baar gaur se dekha, jaise wo meri aankhon mein sach dhoond rahi hon. Phir thoda sahaj (normal) hote hue boli, "Ek maa ka kaam hi apne baccho ka dhyan rakhna hota hai, beta."

Maine turant maafi maangi, "Sorry, maine aapko aise achanak hug kiya."

Mera ye "hug" wala bahana kaam kar gaya. Mom ke chehre par dobara wahi mamta bhari muskurahat aa gayi. Unhone naram lehje mein kaha, "Isme sorry ki kya baat hai? Teri mom hoon, tu jab chahe mujhe gale laga sakta hai."

Maine rahat ki saans li. Aaj meri shamat aane hi wali thi par maine mamla sambhal liya. Mom ne mujhse kaha ki main niche chal kar intezar karun, wo mere liye coffee bana kar la rahi hain. Par mera dimaag abhi bhi us darr aur guilt se bhara tha. Mujhe lag raha tha ki agar main thoda aur ruka, toh shayad meri pakad ho jaye.

Maine jaldi se bahana banaya, "Nahi Mom, coffee phir kabhi. Mujhe office mein bohot zaroori kaam hai aur Harseerat mera intezar kar rahi hogi. Mujhe nikalna chahiye."

Mom ne mujhe rokne ki koshish ki, par main bina ruka wahan se nikal gaya. Main seedha apni gaadi ki taraf bhaga, mera dil abhi bhi zor se dhadak raha tha.



Main gaadi mein baitha aur tez speed mein office ki taraf nikal pada. Gaadi ka steering wheel maine itni zor se pakda hua tha ki meri ungliyan safed padh gayi thin. Mera dimaag kisi bhayanak toofan ki tarah ghoom raha tha. "Mujhe kya ho raha hai?" main baar-baar khud se yahi sawal kar raha tha. Jo harkat maine abhi ki, aisa toh main apne sabse bure sapne mein bhi nahi soch sakta tha. Apni hi Mom ko gandi nazron se dekhna aur unke saath aisi ghatiya harkat karna? Main itna neech kaise ho gaya?

Mujhe achhe se pata tha ki Mom ko ehsaas ho gaya tha ki maine wahan kya karne ki koshish ki thi. Unhone jab mujhe upar se niche tak dekha, toh wo meri sachayi hi dhoondh rahi thin. Shukar hai ki darr ke maare mera land us waqt poori tarah soft ho gaya tha aur unhe kapdon ke upar se kuch waisa mehsoos nahi hua. Par soch kar hi meri rooh kaanp rahi thi ki agar wo us waqt hard hota... toh Mom kya sochti? Wo kya karti? Shayad unka dil wahi toot jata ye soch kar ki unke apne khoon ne unke gaurav aur mamta ka kya sila diya.

"Kaise tu ek pavitra Maa-Bete ke rishte ko kalankit kar sakta hai?" meri aatma mujhe andar tak kachot rahi thi. Mom ne mere liye kya kuch nahi kiya. Apna poora astitva, apni saari khushiyan meri parwarish ke liye mita din. Main hamesha badi-badi baatein karta hoon ki main har aurat ki izzat karta hoon, aur Mom... Mom toh mere liye kisi Devi (goddess) se kam nahi hain. Aur maine unhi ko...

"Chee! Chee Tarundeep Randhawa!" maine rear-view mirror mein apne aapse aankhein milate hue gusse mein khud ko gaali di. Meri aankhon mein apne hi liye nafrat bhari thi. "Tu toh apni family ko bahar ke gande logon se bachana chahta tha na? Tu Harseerat aur Simran ki dhaal banna chahta tha. Aur khud kya kar raha hai? Apne hi ghar ki sabse izzatdaar, sabse acchi aurat ko... apni hi maa ko apni hawas ki nazar se dekh raha hai? Kaise Tarundeep... kaise gir gaya tu itna?"

Aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chubhan ho rahi thi. Mom ne mujhe kuch nahi kaha. Wo itni bholi aur mamta se bhari hain ki meri har badi se badi galti, har chori maaf kar deti hain. Unhone mere us jhoote "hug" wale bahane ko bhi sach maan liya kyunki unka dil sheeshe ki tarah saaf hai. Par mujhe toh mera sach pata tha.

"Tune sahi nahi kiya Tarundeep Randhawa..." maine bhari aawaz mein khud se kaha. "Bhale hi unhone mamta mein aakar kuch na bola ho, par tujhe toh pata hai tune kya kiya hai. Tune apne andar ke us janwar ko apni maryada aur izzat par haavi kaise hone diya?"

Gaadi sadak par lagatar aage badh rahi thi, par mera poora astitva piche usi bedroom ke farsh par pada tadap raha tha. Aaj ke is ek pal ne mujhe meri hi nazron mein mitti mein mila diya tha. Mera dil kar raha tha ki main apne dono hath kaat loon, par jo paap dimaag ne kiya tha, uski saza toh ab mujhe andar hi andar zindagi bhar bhugatni thi.

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[malikarman]

Chapter 21

Bejjati ka Badla
Day 13

Main Manager ke cabin ke bahar chal rahe us ghinone khel se rahat ki saans lekar office ki building se bahar nikal aaya. Dimaag mein abhi bhi bohot saare sawal the, par ek baat saaf thi ki Harseerat wahan us gandi halat mein nahi thi. Mujhe ye bhi nahi pata tha ki aaj site visit kahan par ho rahi hai, isliye poore sheher mein bhatakne ka koi fayda nahi tha. Maine wapas apne ghar lautne ka faisla kiya.

Jaise hi main office ke main gate se bahar nikal raha tha, wahan khade watchman ne mujhe dekha aur hamesha ki tarah 'Salaam' kiya. Uske chehre par aaj ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi—thodi shaitaani, thodi rahasyamayi. Main thoda aage badha hi tha ki achanak maine palat kar dekha. Wo watchman jaldi se apna phone nikal kar kisi ko call laga raha tha, aur uske chehre par wahi ajeeb si muskurahat abhi bhi tair rahi thi.

Us waqt ek second ke liye mere andar खतरे (danger) ki ghanti baji. Mujhe laga shayad kuch gadbad hai, jaise wo meri hi khabar kisi ko de raha ho. Par phir maine is khayal ko jhatak diya. Main us watchman ko theek se jaanta tak nahi tha, na kabhi meri usse koi khaas baatcheet hui thi. Wo hamesha aate-jaate mujhe salaam karta tha, isliye maine uski is ajeeb harkat par zyada dhyan nahi diya aur apni gaadi ghar ki taraf badha li.



Main drive karte hue ghar ke kareeb pahunch hi raha tha ki achanak mera phone baj utha. Screen par naam dekhte hi mere chehre par ek badi si raunak aa gayi—Harseerat.

Maine turant phone uthaya, uski aawaz kano mein padte hi mere seene ka sara bojh jaise hawa ho gaya.
Harseerat:"Hello Tarun..."

Mera thoda sa gussa aur bohot saari fikr bahar aa gayi.
Main:"Harseerat! Kahan thi tum? Maine kitne calls kiye tumhe, tumne ek ka bhi jawab nahi diya. Pata hai main kitna pareshan ho gaya tha?"

Usne aage se bohot hi pyar se, thoda manate hue aur naram aawaz mein kaha,
Harseerat:"Sorry baby... bataya tha na ki aaj site visit hai, isiliye toh jaldi nikal gayi thi. Aur site par phone silent par tha, isliye tumhare phone calls ka pata hi nahi chala. Jaise hi thodi free hui aur phone dekha, waise hi sabse pehle tumhe call kar diya... Sorry honey."

Uske in meethay shabdon—'baby', 'honey'—ne mere dimaag ka saara tension aur gussa ek pal mein thanda kar diya. Manager ke cabin wala wo bhayanak khayal ab poori tarah se mit chuka tha.
Main:"Theek hai... ab kahan par ho tum?"

Harseerat:"Main wapas office ja rahi hoon. Aisa karo, tum bhi office aa jao. Saath mein hi project ki kuch khaas details discuss karni hain. Akele manage karne mein thodi problem ho rahi hai."

Main:"Haan, bas aa raha hoon sweet heart."
Maine khushi-khushi call cut kar diya. Mera din jo itne bhayanak twist ke saath shuru hua tha, ab wapas track par aata lag raha tha.


Kyunki main baat karte-karte apne ghar ke theek bahar pahunch hi gaya tha, toh maine socha ki office wapas jaane se pehle kyu na ek baar Mom (Parminder Kaur) se milta chalun. Aakhir ghar tak aa hi gaya hoon toh unhe dekhta jaoon. Subah se mahaul wese hi thoda heavy tha, unse mil loon toh unhe bhi achha lagega aur mujhe bhi.

Main gaadi se utra aur main door ke paas gaya. Darwaza andar se band tha. Maine 2-3 baar bell bajayi, par andar se koi aahat nahi aayi. Mom ne darwaza nahi khola. Mujhe thodi hairani hui kyunki Mom hamesha ek hi bell mein darwaza khol deti hain. Khair, main pareshan nahi hua kyunki mere paas ghar ki spare key (chabi) hamesha hoti hai. Mere aur meri behen Simran, dono ke paas hamesha ek-ek spare key rehti hai taaki kabhi aisi emergency mein bahar na rukna pade.

Maine jeb se chabi nikali, lock khola aur andar entry li. "Mom? Main aa gaya hoon!" maine aawaz lagayi.

Par ghar mein ek ajeeb sa, kaat khaane wala sannata chhaya hua tha.
Main kitchen mein gaya—wahan koi nahi tha, gas band thi aur bartan wese hi rakhe the.
Hall mein dekha—wahan bhi koi nahi tha. Subah wala typewriter table par wese hi rakha tha.

Mujhe laga shayad Mom upar apne room mein aaraam kar rahi hongi. Main tezi se seedhiyan chadh kar unke bedroom mein gaya, par wahan ka bister bhi poori tarah saaf aur khali pada tha. Mom wahan bhi nahi thin.

"Shayad garden mein hongi..." maine khud ko dilasa diya. Mom jab bhi akeli hoti hain, toh unhe piche wale garden mein ped-paudhon ke saath waqt bitana bohot pasand hai. Main jaldi se ghar ke piche garden ki taraf gaya.

Par jab maine garden ka darwaza khol kar wahan dekha, toh mere pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. Garden poori tarah sunsaan tha. Wahan par bhi koi nahi tha!




Maine jaise hi Mom ko call lagaya, pehli ring mein hi unhone phone utha liya. Par sabse hairan karne wali baat ye thi ki main niche hall mein khada tha aur mujhe Mom ke phone ki ringtone ki aawaz theek upar se aayi! Main turant chauk gaya kyunki main abhi-abhi toh upar unka kamra check karke aaya tha.

"Hello beta... kaise call kiya?" Mom ki naram aur thodi haanpti hui aawaz mere kano mein padi.

"Aap kahan par ho?" maine thodi bechaini aur ghabrahat ke saath pucha. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki aawaz kahan se aa rahi hai.

"Main ghar par hi hoon beta," Mom ne aaram se jawab diya.

"Ghar par kahan par?" Main phone par baat karte-karte hi tezi se dobara seedhiyon ki taraf bhaga.

"Upar chhat (terrace) par aayi hoon beta. Dhoop bohot tez hai aaj, toh socha sookhe hue kapde utaar laaun warna dhoop se unka rang udd jayega," Mom ne samjhate hue kaha.

Meri jaan mein jaan aayi. Mera dimaag bhi kitna ajeeb hai! Pata nahi kya-kya sochne lagta hoon. Ganganagar ki dhoop aur garmi mein kapde jaldi sookh jate hain, toh Mom bas apna roj ka kaam kar rahi thin.

"Oh acha..." maine ek lambi rahat ki saans li, call cut kiya aur tezi se chhat ki seedhiyon ki taraf aage badh gaya.

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Jaise hi maine chhat ka bhari lohe wala darwaza khola, dopahar ki tez roshni aur lu (hot wind) ke ek jhonke ne mere chehre par dastak di. Aur jab meri nazrein thodi saaf hui, toh saamne ka nazara dekh kar mere badhte hue kadam wahi ruk gaye.

Mom wahan taar ke paas khadi thin. Unhone wahi pavitra aur shaant lagne wali White Saree aur matching White Blouse pehna hua tha jo maine subah unke kamre mein dekha tha. Par chhat ki us tez dhoop aur April ki chubhney wali garmi ne us saadgi bhare roop mein ek ajeeb si kashish (attraction) aur aag paida kar di thi.
Paseene ka Nasha: Tez dhoop mein kapde utaarne ki wajah se Mom ko kaafi paseena aa gaya tha. Paseene ki wajah se unka wo safed blouse unki peeth aur unke bhari chuchiyon (boobs) ke aas-paas thoda transparent aur chipchipa sa ho gaya tha. Andar ke undergarments ka halka-halka aakaar us paseene se bheege kapde ke aar-paar jhalak raha tha.

Hawa aur Pallu: Chhat par chal rahi garam hawa ke jhonko se unki saree ka pallu unke kandhe se thoda sarak gaya tha.

Pallu hatne ki wajah se unki gori aur bhari kamar theek dopahar ki dhoop mein kisi sange-marmar (marble) ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Paseene ki kuch boondein unki kamar par aisi lag rahi thin jaise subah ki oos ki bunde ho.
Bhara Hua Jism: Wo taar par se ek-ek karke kapde utaar rahi thin. Unka har ek movement—haath upar karke kapde khinchna, pairo ke bal thoda unch hona—unke bhari aur gadeele (curvy) jism ko aur bhi zyada ubhaar kar mere saamne pesh kar raha tha. Jab wo haath upar karti, toh unki saree ka palla aur khisak jata aur unki kamar ka ek bada hissa mere samne nanga ho jata.

Main darwaze par khada bas unhe nihar raha tha. Mera dimaag jo kuch der pehle tak tension, darr aur shaq se bhara tha, ab ek baar phir se apni Mom ke is haseen, paseene se bheege hue, aur mehnat karte hue roop ko dekh kar pighalne laga tha. Unke lambe kaale baal thode bikhre hue the aur paseene ki ek boond unke maathe se hote hue unke gale ki gehri ghaati (cleavage) mein jaakar gayab ho gayi.

Meri saansein ek baar phir se bhari hone lagi thin. Mujhe office jana tha, Harseerat se milna tha, project par baat karni thi, par apne hi ghar ki chhat par apni Mom ko is garmi mein is tarah dekh kar mere pairo ne aage badhne se inkaar kar diya tha.

Tabhi, Mom ne taar se aakhiri towel utara aur use fold karte hue achanak palat kar meri taraf dekha...

"Arre Tarun, tu yahan kab aaya? Aur tu office se itni jaldi wapas kaise aagaya?" Unhone hairani se pucha, aur pallu ko theek karne ki koshish ki.



Maine muskura kar Mom (Parminder Kaur) ki taraf dekha aur kaha, "Bas Mom, paas mein hi ek kaam tha aur ghar raste mein hi tha, toh socha kyun na apni sweet Mom se milta chalun." Mere ye bolte hi unke chehre par ek behad pyari aur mamta bhari muskurahat aa gayi. Unhone badi saadgi se mujhse madad maangi aur sookhe hue kapdon ki ek balti mujhe thama di.


Wahan do baltiyan rakhi thin—ek kapdon se poori tarah bhari hui aur dusri thodi khali. Halaki main ek bodybuilder type ka ladka hoon aur mera sharer kaafi mazboot hai, par Mom ke liye main hamesha wahi chota baccha hi rahunga. Unhone mujhe jaan-bujhkar kam kapdon wali balti pakdayi taaki mujh par bojh na pade. Maine unse dusri bhari hui balti maangne ki koshish ki, par unhone sakhti se mana kar diya. Ye unka wahi purana dulaar tha jo har baar mera dil jeet leta hai.

Jab hum niche bedroom mein aaye, toh Mom ne mujhse kapde bed par rakhne ko kaha. Maine apni balti khali ki aur phir Mom ne bhi apni balti wahan ulat di. Wo kaafi thak chuki thin aur Ganganagar ki dhoop ki wajah se unhe behad paseena aa raha tha. Unhone thakaan mitane ke liye bed ka sahara liya aur thoda aage ki taraf jhuk kar haat rakha.

Mom ke jhukte hi unki bade size ki gand white saree ke piche se buri tarah ubhar kar saamne aa gayi. Unki body ka wo curve itna bhaari aur akarshak tha ki Harseerat ka figure bhi unke saamne aadha lag raha tha.
Ye nazara dekh kar mera dimaag sunn ho gaya aur mera land pant ke andar hi jhatke khane laga. Maine turant use adjust kiya taaki Mom ki nazar na pade.
Mom ab ek-ek karke kapdon ki ginti kar rahi thin aur lagatar usi jhuki hui avastha mein thin. Paseene ki wajah se unki white saree aur blouse unke jism se chipak gaye the, jisse unki gori skin saaf jhalak rahi thi. Us nazare ne saaf kar diya ki garmi ki wajah se unhone andar panty tak nahi pehni thi, jo mere liye kisi qayamat se kam nahi tha.

Main wahan khada unhe nihar raha tha, aur mera mann phir se usi gunah ki taraf khich raha tha jise main subah dining table par kar chuka tha.

Main apni hawas par qabu nahi rakh paaya. Jab Mom bed par jhuki hui thin aur unki bade size ki gand mere theek samne thi, toh mere andar ka jaanwar jaag utha. Maine ek kadam aage badhaya aur apne pant mein jhatke khaate hue sakht land ko unki gand ke beech dabaate hue unse bilkul chipak gaya.

Mom ek dum se shock ho gayin aur unki aawaz mein hairani thi, "Tarun! Kya kar raha hai?"

Main wahi freeze ho gaya. Mera land unki gand ke beech kaafi gehra dhas chuka tha aur mujhe poora yakeen tha ki unhe mere tanav (erection) ka poora ehsaas ho gaya hai. Mom turant seedhi khadi huin aur dobara thodi sakhti se pucha, "Tarun... kya kar raha hai?"

Darr ke maare meri halat kharab ho gayi. Us darr ki vajah se mera land turant dheela pad gaya aur apna sara tanav kho kar soft ho gaya. Maine haklaate hue kaha:

"Mom... aah... wo main..."

Mom ne pucha, "Kya? Bol..."

Hum dono abhi bhi behad kareeb khade the. Unke chehre par halka gussa dikh raha tha. Maine turant baat palatne ke liye door hote hue kaha, "Mom, main bas ye soch raha tha ki aap humare liye kitni mehnat karti hain... humara kitna dhyan rakhti hain. Bas wahi soch kar main emotional ho gaya."

Mom ne mujhe sar se paon tak ek baar gaur se dekha, jaise wo meri aankhon mein sach dhoond rahi hon. Phir thoda sahaj (normal) hote hue boli, "Ek maa ka kaam hi apne baccho ka dhyan rakhna hota hai, beta."

Maine turant maafi maangi, "Sorry, maine aapko aise achanak hug kiya."

Mera ye "hug" wala bahana kaam kar gaya. Mom ke chehre par dobara wahi mamta bhari muskurahat aa gayi. Unhone naram lehje mein kaha, "Isme sorry ki kya baat hai? Teri mom hoon, tu jab chahe mujhe gale laga sakta hai."

Maine rahat ki saans li. Aaj meri shamat aane hi wali thi par maine mamla sambhal liya. Mom ne mujhse kaha ki main niche chal kar intezar karun, wo mere liye coffee bana kar la rahi hain. Par mera dimaag abhi bhi us darr aur guilt se bhara tha. Mujhe lag raha tha ki agar main thoda aur ruka, toh shayad meri pakad ho jaye.

Maine jaldi se bahana banaya, "Nahi Mom, coffee phir kabhi. Mujhe office mein bohot zaroori kaam hai aur Harseerat mera intezar kar rahi hogi. Mujhe nikalna chahiye."

Mom ne mujhe rokne ki koshish ki, par main bina ruka wahan se nikal gaya. Main seedha apni gaadi ki taraf bhaga, mera dil abhi bhi zor se dhadak raha tha.



Main gaadi mein baitha aur tez speed mein office ki taraf nikal pada. Gaadi ka steering wheel maine itni zor se pakda hua tha ki meri ungliyan safed padh gayi thin. Mera dimaag kisi bhayanak toofan ki tarah ghoom raha tha. "Mujhe kya ho raha hai?" main baar-baar khud se yahi sawal kar raha tha. Jo harkat maine abhi ki, aisa toh main apne sabse bure sapne mein bhi nahi soch sakta tha. Apni hi Mom ko gandi nazron se dekhna aur unke saath aisi ghatiya harkat karna? Main itna neech kaise ho gaya?

Mujhe achhe se pata tha ki Mom ko ehsaas ho gaya tha ki maine wahan kya karne ki koshish ki thi. Unhone jab mujhe upar se niche tak dekha, toh wo meri sachayi hi dhoondh rahi thin. Shukar hai ki darr ke maare mera land us waqt poori tarah soft ho gaya tha aur unhe kapdon ke upar se kuch waisa mehsoos nahi hua. Par soch kar hi meri rooh kaanp rahi thi ki agar wo us waqt hard hota... toh Mom kya sochti? Wo kya karti? Shayad unka dil wahi toot jata ye soch kar ki unke apne khoon ne unke gaurav aur mamta ka kya sila diya.

"Kaise tu ek pavitra Maa-Bete ke rishte ko kalankit kar sakta hai?" meri aatma mujhe andar tak kachot rahi thi. Mom ne mere liye kya kuch nahi kiya. Apna poora astitva, apni saari khushiyan meri parwarish ke liye mita din. Main hamesha badi-badi baatein karta hoon ki main har aurat ki izzat karta hoon, aur Mom... Mom toh mere liye kisi Devi (goddess) se kam nahi hain. Aur maine unhi ko...

"Chee! Chee Tarundeep Randhawa!" maine rear-view mirror mein apne aapse aankhein milate hue gusse mein khud ko gaali di. Meri aankhon mein apne hi liye nafrat bhari thi. "Tu toh apni family ko bahar ke gande logon se bachana chahta tha na? Tu Harseerat aur Simran ki dhaal banna chahta tha. Aur khud kya kar raha hai? Apne hi ghar ki sabse izzatdaar, sabse acchi aurat ko... apni hi maa ko apni hawas ki nazar se dekh raha hai? Kaise Tarundeep... kaise gir gaya tu itna?"

Aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chubhan ho rahi thi. Mom ne mujhe kuch nahi kaha. Wo itni bholi aur mamta se bhari hain ki meri har badi se badi galti, har chori maaf kar deti hain. Unhone mere us jhoote "hug" wale bahane ko bhi sach maan liya kyunki unka dil sheeshe ki tarah saaf hai. Par mujhe toh mera sach pata tha.

"Tune sahi nahi kiya Tarundeep Randhawa..." maine bhari aawaz mein khud se kaha. "Bhale hi unhone mamta mein aakar kuch na bola ho, par tujhe toh pata hai tune kya kiya hai. Tune apne andar ke us janwar ko apni maryada aur izzat par haavi kaise hone diya?"

Gaadi sadak par lagatar aage badh rahi thi, par mera poora astitva piche usi bedroom ke farsh par pada tadap raha tha. Aaj ke is ek pal ne mujhe meri hi nazron mein mitti mein mila diya tha. Mera dil kar raha tha ki main apne dono hath kaat loon, par jo paap dimaag ne kiya tha, uski saza toh ab mujhe andar hi andar zindagi bhar bhugatni thi.

Sexy update

 

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Chapter 22

Bejjati ka Badla
Day 13

Mera dimaag khud se ladaai kar raha tha, aur gaadi hawa se baatein kar rahi thi. Tabhi achanak mere phone ki ringtone ne is bhayanak khamoshi ko cheer diya. Screen par Harseerat ka naam chamak raha tha.

Main chauk gaya. Maine phone uthaya aur dabi hui aawaz mein bola, "Hello..."

Harseerat ki aawaz mein bechaini aur fikr thi: "Tarun! Kahan ho tum? 2 ghante ho gaye hain, tum abhi tak office kyun nahi aaye? Main kab se tumhara intezar kar rahi hoon."

2 ghante?

Harseerat ki baat sunte hi jaise mere dimaag par kisi ne thande pani ki balti daal di ho. Mujhe achanak hosh aaya. Maine hadbada kar gaadi ki speed kam ki aur apni khidki se bahar dekha. Main office ki taraf nahi tha. Meri gaadi toh kisi anjaan, dhool bhare highway par daud rahi thi. Guilt aur dimaagi uljhan mein mujhe pata hi nahi chala ki main kab steering ghumata hua city ki haddon ko paar kar gaya.

Maine turant khud ko sambhala aur ek jhoota bahana banaya: "Harseerat... wo actually main thoda busy ho gaya tha. Ek zaroori kaam yaad aagaya toh mujhe out of city aana pad gaya. Mujhe thoda waqt lagega."

Harseerat ne badi masoomiyat se meri baat par yakeen kar liya aur boli, "Okay baby, apna dhyan rakhna aur kaam khatam karke jaldi aana. I love you."

"Love you too..." bol kar maine call cut kar diya. Uska 'Love you' mere seene mein kisi meethi chhuri ki tarah chubha. Ek taraf Harseerat ka itna sacha pyar aur dusri taraf mera wo ghatiya harkat jo main abhi apni Mom ke kamre mei kar aaya tha.

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Maine gaadi ko sadak ke kinare kacchi mitti par rok diya. Aas-paas dekha toh dhoop aur dhool ke alawa kuch nahi tha. Maine jaldi se apne phone mein map khola aur location check ki. Mera hosh udd gaya—main Sri Ganganagar se lagbhag 20 kilometer door nikal aaya tha!

Main steering par sarr rakh kar khud ko kos hi raha tha ki tabhi meri nazar gaadi ke aage thodi doori par bani ek basti par padhi. Kache tamboo (tents), baans aur fate-purane kapdon se bani hui jhuggiyaan wahan dikh rahi thin. Wahan ka mahaul kaafi ajeeb tha. Tabhi meri nazar ek tamboo ke bahar khadi ek aurat par padi, aur jo nazara maine dekha, usne mere dimaag ke saare fuse uda diye.

Wo aurat kareeb 30-40 saal ki hogi. Usne ek purana, maila par kaafi bhadkeela ghaghra-choli pehna hua tha. Uski skin dusky (sanwali) thi aur jism kaafi bhara-bhara tha. Hairani ki baat ye thi ki wahan 2-3 anjaan ladke uske aage-peeche khade the, aur unme se ek ladka khule aam us aurat ki gardan aur gaalon par kiss kar raha tha. Wo aurat virodh karne ke bajaye muskura rahi thi aur us ladke ki jeb mein haath daal kar paise nikal rahi thi.


Ye dekhte hi mere dimaag mein doston ki batayi hui puraani baatein flash hone lagin. Mujhe yaad aaya ki ye wahi jagah hai jiske baare mein mere dost aksar baatein kiya karte the.

Ye log Banjare the, jo khana-badosh (nomads) ki tarah idhar-udhar ghoomte hain. Par pichle ek saal se unhone is highway ke kinare apna dera jama liya tha. Mere doston ne bataya tha ki is basti ki aurtein—jinhe log 'Banjaran' kehte the—wo khule aam prostitution karti hain. Jab inke mard subah majdoori ya kabaad batorne ke liye nikal jate hain, toh piche se inki aurtein highway par aane-jaane wale mardon aur truck drivers ko apna jism bechti hain.

Sabse ajeeb baat ye thi ki inke mardon ko is baat se koi aitraaz nahi tha. Unhe bas dimaag mein paise dikhte the. Doston ne bataya tha ki yahan 500 se 1000 rupaye mein 1 shot mil jata hai. Aur yahan choice ki koi kami nahi thi—18 saal ki kamsin ladki se lekar 50 saal tak ki auratein yahan har waqt available rehti thin, jiske paas jaise paise hon, use waisi aurat mil jati thi.


Main gaadi ke AC mein baitha tha, par mera poora sharer achanak ek ajeeb si garmi se jalne laga. Mera wo "janwar" jise main abhi kuch der pehle Mom ke kamre mein jaga chuka tha, wo abhi mara nahi tha. Mom ke samne darr ke maare wo dab zaroor gaya tha, par uski bhookh abhi bhi baaki thi. Mere jism ke andar jo aag lag chuki thi, use bujhane ke liye mujhe ek rasta chahiye tha.

Maine khud se kaha, "Tarundeep... tune aaj apni hi Mom ko gandi nazar se dekha. Tera jism hawas se pagal ho raha hai. Agar tune apne andar ki is aag ko bahar nahi nikala, toh tu ghar jaakar phir se koi aisi galti kar baithega jiska pashchatap tu zindagi bhar nahi kar payega. Ye Banjaran... ye jagah... yahi wo jagah hai jahan tu apni saari garme nikal sakta hai."

Maine us 30-40 saal ki aurat ko gaur se dekha. Uske choli ka gala itna deep tha ki uske bhari chuche khule aam dikh rahe the.

Wo muskurati hui wahan se tamboo ke andar chali gayi aur wo ladke bhi uske piche chale gaye. Mujhe mehsoos hua ki mera land pant ke andar phir se tight hone laga hai.


Gaadi ke pahiye jaise hi us kachche, dhool bhare raste par aaye, basti ki hawa mein ek ajeeb si sasti aur kachi mehek mere naak se takrayi—paseene, saste powder aur kacchi mitti ki mehek. Gaadi ka sheesha niche karte hi mujhe ehsaas hua ki main kis gandi aur bhayanak duniya mein aa gaya tha. Yahan ki aurtein meri chamakti hui car aur mere saaf-suthre kapdon ko aise ghoor rahi thin jaise bhookhi bhediyan kisi taze maas ke tukde (ghost/meat) ko dekhti hain. Unki nazron mein koi sharam nahi thi, sirf ek bhookh thi—paise ki aur jism ki.


Main gaadi rok kar bahar nikalne hi wala tha ki meri nazar paas ke ek tambu (tent) par padi. Tambu ka parda hata aur andar se ek kaafi bada aur bhari-bharkam Sardar bahar nikla. Usne sirf ek suti lungi lapeti hui thi aur chalte hue besharmi se apni moochon ko taav de raha tha, jaise abhi-abhi koi bada shikaar karke aaya ho.

Uske theek piche ek aurat bahar aayi. Us aurat ki halat dekh kar kisi ka bhi dimaag kharab ho jaye. Uski umar yahi koi 35 ke aas-paas hogi.

Uske baal poori tarah bikhre hue the. Maang mein bhara hua lal sindoor aur mathe ki bindi, dono paseene aur andar ki us "mehnat" ki wajah se beh kar uske mathe aur naak tak aagaye the. Uski saansein abhi bhi tez chal rahi thin aur wo buri tarah thaki-hari lag rahi thi. Uske gale mein pahan hua sasta sa mangalsutra paseene ki chipchipahat ki wajah se uske ubhre hue seene aur gehri cleavage ki ghati mein chipak gaya tha. Usne jo choli pehni thi, wo aage se itni khuli aur ast_vyast thi ki uski bhari-bharkam, paseene se bheegi hui chuchiyaan mujhe gaadi ke andar baithe-baithe door se hi saaf nazar aa rahi thin.

Sardar ne mud kar us aurat ki chuchiyon ko ek gandi nazar se dekha, apni lungi ki girah theek ki, aur ek 1000 rupaye ka note us aurat ki taraf phenkte hue, uske hath mein thapthapa kar wahan se nikal gaya. Aurat ne wo note jaldi se apni cleavage ke andar thusa aur parde ke piche gayab ho gayi.


Main car se utar kar basti ke kachche raaste par paidal chalne laga. Mera land (land) jo subah Mom ki gusse se shant ho gaya tha, ab is gandi hawa mein aate hi dobara patthar ki tarah sakht aur khada hone laga tha. Pant ke andar uska fann poori tarah uth chuka tha.

Main jaise-jaise aage badh raha tha, mujhe har tambu ke bahar ek aurat ya ladki khadi mili. Jin tambuon ka parda band tha, unke andar ka nazara aur bhi bhayanak tha. Bahar chalte hue mujhe andar bichi khatiya (charpoy) ki "char-char" aawazein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Uske saath hi mardon ke gurrane (grunting) aur aurton ki besharm siskiyaan hawa mein goonj rahi thin. Wahan pyar jaisa kuch nahi tha, andar se dono ek doosre ko gandi-gandi gaaliyan de rahe the—*"Aah... chod... aur zor se chod kutiya... "* aisi aawazein mujhe andar tak kaanpne par majboor kar rahi thin. Par is darr ke saath ek bhayanak excitement bhi thi.

Thoda aage badhte hi meri nazar ek kachche tambu ke bahar khadi ek ladki par padi. Uski umar mushkil se 18 saal hogi. Wo kaafi dubli-patli thi, par uski aankhon mein aisi besharmi thi jo kisi tawaif mein hoti hai. Usne ek kaale rang ka jali-dar salwar kameez pehna hua tha.

Kameez ka gala itna bada aur aage ki taraf jhuka hua tha ki uske dono chote, par aakarshak aur sakht boobs (chuchiyaan) poori tarah bahar jhaank rahe the. Mujhe dekhte hi usne kameez ko hath se thoda aur khich kar apne boobs mujhe dikhaye aur ek bohot hi gandi, uksane wali smile pass ki. Sabse ajeeb baat ye thi ki us 18 saal ki kamsin ladki ke gale mein bhi ek mangalsutra latak raha tha, jo shayad yahan ke dark reality ko bata raha tha aur. Mere dimaag ne ek jhatka khaya.

Main us 18 saal ki ladki ko ghoor hi raha tha ki tabhi do kadam aage ek doosri aurat ne mera dhyan apni taraf khinch liya. Uski umar lagbhag 25-30 saal ke beech hogi. Jaise hi usne dekha ki ek acha-khasa, paise wala aur mazboot sharer wala mard uski taraf aa raha hai, usne bina kisi sharam-lihaaz ke apne seene se dupatta poori tarah hata kar niche gira diya.

Us aurat ka badan behad bhara-poora aur gadeela tha. Ek perfect, jawan aur garam jism. Uski chuchiyaan itni badi aur ubhri hui thin ki lag raha tha jaise wo us tight suit ki sili hui silai aur kameez ko phaad kar kisi bhi waqt bahar nikal aayengi. Uski aankhon mein ek hawas thi, usne apne honton ko jeebh se geela kiya aur apna ek hath apni kamar par rakh kar apne bhari seene ko meri taraf aur aage kar diya.

Mera dimaag ab poori tarah se is gandi, janwari duniya ke nashe mein doob chuka tha. Main bhool gaya tha ki main kaun hoon, main bhool gaya tha ki main subah apne ghar mein kya chhod kar aaya hoon. Mera poora dhyan us aurat ke kameez faadne ko betab seene aur us 18 saal ki ladki ke besharm hasee par atak gaya tha. Mera pant ab mere hi khade land ki vajah se fatne ko taiyar tha.



Main us kachche aur dhool bhare raste par thoda aage badha hi tha ki achanak ek aurat mere theek saamne aakar khadi ho gayi. Uski umar lagbhag **40-50 saal** ke aas-paas rahi hogi. Wo bilkul besharm hokar, meri aankhon mein aankhein daal kar ek ajeeb si muskurahat ke saath boli:

"Babu... mere saath chalo... main jannat dikhati hoon aap ko."

Mera dhyan uske chehre par toh baad mein gaya, sabse pehle meri nazrein uske bhari-bharkam aur ubhre hue jism par jaakar atak gayin.
Usne ek Pink (Gulabi) rang ka suit pehna hua tha, jis par aage ki taraf dhaage (embroidery) ka khoobsurat kaam ho rakha tha. Par wo suit itna tight tha ki uske vishal, aakarshak aur gadeele boobs (chuchiyaan) us kapde ko phaad kar bahar aane ke liye bechain lag rahe the. Suit ka gala kaafi deep 'V' shape mein tha,

jiski wajah se uski gehri aur gori cleavage poori tarah khuli hui thi. Uske gale mein pehna hua kaale motiyon ka mangalsutra, seedha uski dono chuchiyon ki us gehri ghaati ke beech mein ghusa hua tha. Maang mein gaadha laal sindoor bhara hua tha aur mathe par ek laal bindi thi.

Jab maine nazrein thodi upar uthayi aur uske chehre ko gaur se dekha, toh mujhe ehsaas hua ki wo sach mein ek behad khoobsurat aurat thi. Uski skin par dhoop aur mehnat ke nishaan zaroor the, par uski jawani ki kashish aur ek mature aurat (MILF) wali aag usme poori tarah bhari hui thi.

Meri halat aisi nahi thi ki main wahan rukta, main waise hi apni nazron aur dimaag se pareshan tha. Maine ghabrate hue thoda piche hatkar mana kar diya, "Nahi... nahi, mujhe nahi aana. Main... main yahan kisi aur kaam se aaya hoon."

Wo aurat meri baat sunkar zor se hasne lagi. Uski hansi mein tanz tha aur besharmi bhi. Uski nazrein seedha meri pant ke ubhaar par gayin aur wo ek qatilana muskurahat ke saath boli:

"Babu... sab log yahan 'kaam' se hi aate hain. Aur tumhari pant mein tana hua ye bada sa tambu saaf-saaf bata raha hai ki tum yahan kis 'kaam' se aaye ho. Jhuth mat bolo... mere saath chalo. Main paise bhi kam lungi aur maza tumhe pura doongi, bilkul jannat ki tarah."

"Nahi... mujhe maza nahi karna..." maine peeche hatne ki koshish ki.

Par wo aurat kahan manne wali thi. Usne aage badh kar badi mazbooti se mera haath pakda. Uske haath ka touch kaafi naram par uski pakad bohot sakht thi. Usne mujhe khincha aur seedha apne tambu ke andar le gayi. Andar aate hi usne jaldi se tambu ka parda gira diya, jisse andar ek ajeeb sa dhundhla andhera aur garmi chha gayi.

Usne mujhe andar bichi ek purani lakdi ki charpayi (khatiya) par baitha diya. Mere baithte hi wo lakdi ki charpayi kisi mareez ki tarah "chur-chur... kach-kach" aawaz karne lagi. Tambu ke andar hawa mein paseene, saste itra (perfume), aur mitti ki ek ajeeb si ghuti-ghuti mehek thi.

Maine jab aaram se baith kar tambu ke andar aas-paas nazar daudayi, toh agle hi pal meri aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin. Main buri tarah shock ho gaya. Niche kacchi mitti par, charpayi ke theek niche aur aas-paas, istemal kiye hue (used) condoms ka ek dher bicha hua tha.

Unme se lagbhag sabhi condoms safed aur chipchipe vriye (semen) se poori tarah bhare hue the, jin par mitti aur dhool chipak chuki thi.

Ye is baat ka saboot tha ki subah se na jaane kitne mard is charpayi par apni tharak aur hawas is aurat ke bhari jism par utaar chuke the.

Meri bechaini, mera paseena aur mera darr dekh kar wo aurat sab samajh gayi. Usne apne bhari seene ko thoda aur aage karte hue ek naram aawaz mein pucha, "Kya hua beta? Lagta hai pehli baar aaye ho yahan?"

"H-haan... pehli baar hi aaya hoon yahan par toh," maine haklaate hue jawab diya.


Usne charpayi ke niche se ek thandi Bisleri ki pani ki bottle nikali aur meri taraf badha di. Bottle poori tarah seal pack thi aur tazi thi.

"Mera naam Laxmi hai," wo bottle dete hue boli. "Par yahan ke log aur ye poori basti mujhe pyaar se aur gusse mein... 'Laxmi Rand' ya 'Chhinaal' bulate hain."

Uske muh se apne liye itni aasani se aisi gandi gaaliyan sunkar main hairaan reh gaya. Maine pani ki bottle ka dhakkan khola aur pucha, "Aapko apne liye aise shabd sunkar bura nahi lagta hai kya?"*

Laxmi zor se hasi, par is hansi mein dard aur majboori saaf jhalak rahi thi. "Bura? Bura kis baat ka beta? Ye toh sach hai na. Main auro ki tarah chupa kar thodi karti hoon, main toh khule aam karti hoon... toh main ek rand hi toh hui."

Main pani peeta raha aur meri nazrein uske us khoobsurat, sindoor aur mangalsutra se saje chehre par jami rahin. Mere andar ka wo "janwar" jo abhi hawas mein andha ho raha tha, achanak is aurat ki baaton se thoda shant hone laga. Maine uski aakhon mein dekhte hue ek aur sawal pucha, "Toh... aap ye kaam aakhir karti kyun ho?"

Meri baat sunkar Laxmi ke chehre se wo besharm muskurahat dheere-dheere gayab ho gayi. Usne ek gehri saans li aur apne pink suit ke dupatte ko theek karte hue ek aisi sacchayi batayi jisne mere dimaag ke saare purze hila diye.

"Ghar chalana hota hai beta... is mehangai mein khaali haath kahan kharcha chal pata hai." Laxmi ki aawaz mein ab ek maa aur ek thaki hui patni ka dard tha. "Hum Banjare hain. Humara koi ek ghar nahi hota. Jahan do waqt ki roti aur khana mil jaye, hum wahi apna tambu gaad lete hain. Main koi shauk se ye narak nahi jeeti."

Usne thoda aage jhuk kar mere ghutne par haath rakha aur boli, "Mere apna pati aur mera khud ka beta... dono subah nikalte hain. Din bhar majdoori karte hain, paseena bahate hain, kabaad chunte hain. Par raat ko jab wo mehnat ka paisa lekar laut-te hain na... toh wo paisa mere hath mein, ya is ghar ke rashan ke liye nahi dete. Wo usi paise ko lekar is basti ke kisi doosre tambu mein ghus jate hain... aur kisi aur randi ko chodte hain. Mera pati dusri aurton par paisa udata hai, aur mera jawan beta apni umar ki ladkiyon ya aurato par."

Mere gale mein pani atak gaya. Main phati aankhon se use dekh raha tha.

Laxmi aage bolti rahi, uski aankhon mein aansu nahi the, bas ek patthar jaisi majboori thi. "Jo chillar, jo thode bohot paise wo apni tharak mitane ke baad bacha lete hain, wo mujhe de dete hain taaki main ghar ka chulha jala sakun. Par tu hi bata beta, us 100-200 rupaye mein kya ho sakta hai aaj kal? Isiliye... mujhe bhi kaam karna padta hai. Mujhe apna ye jism har aate-jaate bhookhe mard ko bechna padta hai, unki jhoothan khaani padti hai, in mitti mein pade condoms ko uthana padta hai... tab jaa kar mere ghar mein 2 waqt ka khana banta hai. Mere pati aur bete ka pet bharne ke liye, mujhe in gair mardon ke samne apni taange khol kr unke bachhe apne andar lene padte hain."

Laxmi ki ye baatein sunkar mere paon tale zameen poori tarah se khisak gayi. Ek taraf meri Mom thi, jinke baare mein main itni gandi soch rakh raha tha. Unhone apna poora jeevan mere liye qurbaan kar diya, aur main unhe hwas ki nazar se dekh raha tha. Aur doosri taraf mere theek saamne ye 'Laxmi' thi, jiska apna beta apni maa ki is maut jaisi zindagi ka zimmadar tha.

Laxmi ki is bhayanak aur ghinoni sacchayi ne mere andar uth rahi saari aag, saari hawas ko ek second mein raakh kar diya tha. Main us pink suit, us mangalsutra aur us bhari-bharkam jism ke peeche chhupe us khaufnaak dard ko mehsoos kar pa raha tha. Mera land ab poori tarah soft ho chuka tha aur mera dil kisi guilt ki machli ki tarah tadap raha tha.














Mere andar ka insaan ab poori tarah se jaag chuka tha. Hawas aur tharak ki jagah ab ek ajeeb si chot aur taras ne le li thi. Maine bina kuch soche-samjhe apne dono haath apni pant ki jeb mein daale aur jitna bhi cash tha, sab bahar nikal liya. Mere paas us waqt kareeb 20-25 hazar rupaye the, jo 500-500 ke naye kadak note the.

Maine wo paisson ki gaddi us thaki-hari, majboor aurat ke hath mein zabardasti thama di aur bhari aawaz mein bola:
"Ye le lo Laxmi... in paison se tumhara aur tumhare ghar ka kuch din toh chal hi jayega. Tumhe ye sab karne ki zaroorat nahi padegi."


Mujhe laga tha ki itne saare paise dekh kar uski aankhon mein chamak aa jayegi. Par Laxmi ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa shock tha. Usne un paison ko aise dekha jaise wo kagaz ke nahi, balki aag ke tukde hon. Usne turant mere hath wapas mod diye aur wo paise lene se saaf inkaar kar diya.

"Babu... aap bade admi lagte ho. Aapka dil bhi bohot bada hai," Laxmi ne ek fiki muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Par main ye paisa nahi le sakti. Bhale hi maine itna paisa apni poori zindagi mein ek saath kabhi nahi dekha hai, phir bhi main ise nahi lungi."

Main hairaan tha. "Kyun? Kyun nahi le sakti ho aap? Main koi ehsaan thodi kar raha hoon."

Laxmi ne meri aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha, "Mujhe pata hai babu ki aapka mujhe paisa de kar nicha dikhane ka ya mujh par taras khane ka koi irada nahi tha. Aap bas meri madad karna chahte ho. Par ek randi apna jism bechti hai, apni khuddari nahi. Main bhikharan nahi hoon jo muft ka paisa le loon. Agar aap sach mein meri madad karna chahte ho, toh mere saath wahi karo jis kaam se aap is basti mein aaye the... mera jism istemaal karo aur uske badle mujhe meri mehnat ke paise do."

"Main... main aapke saath kaise... nahi!" Main buri tarah ghabra gaya. Mere andar ki aag kabki bujh chuki thi.

Laxmi thoda aur kareeb aayi aur uski aawaz mein ek bhayanak sannata chha gaya. "Meri do baatein sun kar aap itne emotional ho gaye ki apni jeb khali karke paise dena chahte ho. Agar main aapko is basti ki, is tambu ki poori baat bata doon na... toh shayad aap apni poori property mere naam kar doge. Aapko lagta hai na ki aapne duniya dekh li hai?"

"Mera matlab wo nahi tha..." maine apni baat rakhne ki koshish ki.

Laxmi ne apni aankhein band ki, ek gehri saans li, aur uske baad usne jo shabd kahe, unhone mere dimaag ki nasen faad kar rakh din. Uski baatein kisi tez dhaar wale chaaku ki tarah mere kano ke raste mere dil mein utar gayin.

"Toh suno babu... ab tak toh tumhe sirf subah ka haal pata hai. Raat ka sach toh tumhe kuch pata hi nahi hai ki is tambu mein aakhir hota kya hai..."

"Raat ko... raat ko kya hota hai?" Meri aawaz darr se kaanp rahi thi.

Laxmi ki aankhein ab bilkul pathra gayi thin. Usme aansu nahi the, bas ek aisi maut jaisi shanti thi jo kisi zinda laash mein hoti hai.

"Raat ko jab humare mard yahan aate hain, toh wo ek-ek jhopdi mein ghus jate hain, jaisa maine bataya tha. Par... kayi baar wo apni hi ghar ki jhopdi mein ghus jate hain. Jaise... mera apna beta. Wo abhi sirf 19 saal ka hai... aur wo kayi baar is charpayi par meri hi chut chod chuka hai. Aur itna hi nahi... mera pati aur mera beta, dono mil kar mujhe apne doston aur jaan-pehchaan walo se bhi chudwate hain. Wo samne khade hokar dekhte hain, huste hain, aur wahi khade hokar apna land hilate hain... aur apna vriye nikal kar isi mitti mein, isi zameen par gira kar safed kar dete hain."*


Jaise hi Laxmi ne ye baat boli, mere pairo tale zameen poori tarah se khisak gayi. Mera dimaag sunn pad gaya. Mujhe laga jaise mere aas-paas ki hawa achanak khatam ho gayi ho aur mera dum ghutne laga. Meri aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin.

"Apna hi beta... apni maa ko?" Mera dimaag is bhayanak aur ghinoni sacchayi ko process hi nahi kar paa raha tha.

Mere dimaag mein achanak ek toofan uth khada hua. Mujhe apni Mom (Parminder Kaur) yaad aane lagin. Main subah se guilt mein jal raha tha. Main khud ko sabse bada paapi, sabse neech insaan samajh raha tha kyunki maine apni Mom ko ek gandi nazar se dekh liya tha aur galti se unke jism se apna land touch kar baitha tha. Mere andar ka zameer mujhe kaat-kaat kar kha raha tha ki maine ek pavitra Maa-Bete ke rishte ko ganda karne ki koshish ki.

Par yahan... is dhool bhare, saste itra aur paseene se mehakte tambu mein... ek sachmuch ka rakshas rehta tha. Ek 19 saal ka jawan ladka, jo apni hi maa ka jism nochta hai. Jo un aurton ki dukh-dard aur mamta ko pairo tale kuchalta hai jisne use paida kiya! Aur usne ye sab apne baap ke samne kiya!

Maine niche zameen par biche hue un safed, vriye se bhare hue condoms ke dher ko dekha. Pehle mujhe unhe dekh kar sirf ghin aa rahi thi, par ab... ab mujhe unhe dekh kar bhayanak darr aur kauf mehsoos ho raha tha. "Inme se kaunsa condom Laxmi ke grahak ka hai... aur kaunsa uske apne bete ka?" ye khayal aate hi mere pet mein ajeeb si aithan hone lagi aur mujhe aisi ulti (vomit) aane ki feeling hui jaise mera saara jism andar se bahar aa jayega.

Duniya itni gandi, itni shaitaani aur itni neech ho sakti hai, iska mujhe aaj tak andaza hi nahi tha. Meri khud ki hawas aur meri galtiyan mujhe ab is darawne sach ke saamne bohot choti lagne lagi thin. Ye jannat nahi thi... ye jite ji narak tha.

Main wahan us lakdi ki 'kach-kach' aawaz karti charpayi se aise uth khada hua jaise kisi ne mujhe aag laga di ho. Mera poora jism buri tarah kaanp raha tha.

 

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Chapter 22

Bejjati ka Badla
Day 13

Mera dimaag khud se ladaai kar raha tha, aur gaadi hawa se baatein kar rahi thi. Tabhi achanak mere phone ki ringtone ne is bhayanak khamoshi ko cheer diya. Screen par Harseerat ka naam chamak raha tha.

Main chauk gaya. Maine phone uthaya aur dabi hui aawaz mein bola, "Hello..."

Harseerat ki aawaz mein bechaini aur fikr thi: "Tarun! Kahan ho tum? 2 ghante ho gaye hain, tum abhi tak office kyun nahi aaye? Main kab se tumhara intezar kar rahi hoon."

2 ghante?

Harseerat ki baat sunte hi jaise mere dimaag par kisi ne thande pani ki balti daal di ho. Mujhe achanak hosh aaya. Maine hadbada kar gaadi ki speed kam ki aur apni khidki se bahar dekha. Main office ki taraf nahi tha. Meri gaadi toh kisi anjaan, dhool bhare highway par daud rahi thi. Guilt aur dimaagi uljhan mein mujhe pata hi nahi chala ki main kab steering ghumata hua city ki haddon ko paar kar gaya.

Maine turant khud ko sambhala aur ek jhoota bahana banaya: "Harseerat... wo actually main thoda busy ho gaya tha. Ek zaroori kaam yaad aagaya toh mujhe out of city aana pad gaya. Mujhe thoda waqt lagega."

Harseerat ne badi masoomiyat se meri baat par yakeen kar liya aur boli, "Okay baby, apna dhyan rakhna aur kaam khatam karke jaldi aana. I love you."

"Love you too..." bol kar maine call cut kar diya. Uska 'Love you' mere seene mein kisi meethi chhuri ki tarah chubha. Ek taraf Harseerat ka itna sacha pyar aur dusri taraf mera wo ghatiya harkat jo main abhi apni Mom ke kamre mei kar aaya tha.

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Maine gaadi ko sadak ke kinare kacchi mitti par rok diya. Aas-paas dekha toh dhoop aur dhool ke alawa kuch nahi tha. Maine jaldi se apne phone mein map khola aur location check ki. Mera hosh udd gaya—main Sri Ganganagar se lagbhag 20 kilometer door nikal aaya tha!

Main steering par sarr rakh kar khud ko kos hi raha tha ki tabhi meri nazar gaadi ke aage thodi doori par bani ek basti par padhi. Kache tamboo (tents), baans aur fate-purane kapdon se bani hui jhuggiyaan wahan dikh rahi thin. Wahan ka mahaul kaafi ajeeb tha. Tabhi meri nazar ek tamboo ke bahar khadi ek aurat par padi, aur jo nazara maine dekha, usne mere dimaag ke saare fuse uda diye.

Wo aurat kareeb 30-40 saal ki hogi. Usne ek purana, maila par kaafi bhadkeela ghaghra-choli pehna hua tha. Uski skin dusky (sanwali) thi aur jism kaafi bhara-bhara tha. Hairani ki baat ye thi ki wahan 2-3 anjaan ladke uske aage-peeche khade the, aur unme se ek ladka khule aam us aurat ki gardan aur gaalon par kiss kar raha tha. Wo aurat virodh karne ke bajaye muskura rahi thi aur us ladke ki jeb mein haath daal kar paise nikal rahi thi.


Ye dekhte hi mere dimaag mein doston ki batayi hui puraani baatein flash hone lagin. Mujhe yaad aaya ki ye wahi jagah hai jiske baare mein mere dost aksar baatein kiya karte the.

Ye log Banjare the, jo khana-badosh (nomads) ki tarah idhar-udhar ghoomte hain. Par pichle ek saal se unhone is highway ke kinare apna dera jama liya tha. Mere doston ne bataya tha ki is basti ki aurtein—jinhe log 'Banjaran' kehte the—wo khule aam prostitution karti hain. Jab inke mard subah majdoori ya kabaad batorne ke liye nikal jate hain, toh piche se inki aurtein highway par aane-jaane wale mardon aur truck drivers ko apna jism bechti hain.

Sabse ajeeb baat ye thi ki inke mardon ko is baat se koi aitraaz nahi tha. Unhe bas dimaag mein paise dikhte the. Doston ne bataya tha ki yahan 500 se 1000 rupaye mein 1 shot mil jata hai. Aur yahan choice ki koi kami nahi thi—18 saal ki kamsin ladki se lekar 50 saal tak ki auratein yahan har waqt available rehti thin, jiske paas jaise paise hon, use waisi aurat mil jati thi.


Main gaadi ke AC mein baitha tha, par mera poora sharer achanak ek ajeeb si garmi se jalne laga. Mera wo "janwar" jise main abhi kuch der pehle Mom ke kamre mein jaga chuka tha, wo abhi mara nahi tha. Mom ke samne darr ke maare wo dab zaroor gaya tha, par uski bhookh abhi bhi baaki thi. Mere jism ke andar jo aag lag chuki thi, use bujhane ke liye mujhe ek rasta chahiye tha.

Maine khud se kaha, "Tarundeep... tune aaj apni hi Mom ko gandi nazar se dekha. Tera jism hawas se pagal ho raha hai. Agar tune apne andar ki is aag ko bahar nahi nikala, toh tu ghar jaakar phir se koi aisi galti kar baithega jiska pashchatap tu zindagi bhar nahi kar payega. Ye Banjaran... ye jagah... yahi wo jagah hai jahan tu apni saari garme nikal sakta hai."

Maine us 30-40 saal ki aurat ko gaur se dekha. Uske choli ka gala itna deep tha ki uske bhari chuche khule aam dikh rahe the.

Wo muskurati hui wahan se tamboo ke andar chali gayi aur wo ladke bhi uske piche chale gaye. Mujhe mehsoos hua ki mera land pant ke andar phir se tight hone laga hai.


Gaadi ke pahiye jaise hi us kachche, dhool bhare raste par aaye, basti ki hawa mein ek ajeeb si sasti aur kachi mehek mere naak se takrayi—paseene, saste powder aur kacchi mitti ki mehek. Gaadi ka sheesha niche karte hi mujhe ehsaas hua ki main kis gandi aur bhayanak duniya mein aa gaya tha. Yahan ki aurtein meri chamakti hui car aur mere saaf-suthre kapdon ko aise ghoor rahi thin jaise bhookhi bhediyan kisi taze maas ke tukde (ghost/meat) ko dekhti hain. Unki nazron mein koi sharam nahi thi, sirf ek bhookh thi—paise ki aur jism ki.


Main gaadi rok kar bahar nikalne hi wala tha ki meri nazar paas ke ek tambu (tent) par padi. Tambu ka parda hata aur andar se ek kaafi bada aur bhari-bharkam Sardar bahar nikla. Usne sirf ek suti lungi lapeti hui thi aur chalte hue besharmi se apni moochon ko taav de raha tha, jaise abhi-abhi koi bada shikaar karke aaya ho.

Uske theek piche ek aurat bahar aayi. Us aurat ki halat dekh kar kisi ka bhi dimaag kharab ho jaye. Uski umar yahi koi 35 ke aas-paas hogi.

Uske baal poori tarah bikhre hue the. Maang mein bhara hua lal sindoor aur mathe ki bindi, dono paseene aur andar ki us "mehnat" ki wajah se beh kar uske mathe aur naak tak aagaye the. Uski saansein abhi bhi tez chal rahi thin aur wo buri tarah thaki-hari lag rahi thi. Uske gale mein pahan hua sasta sa mangalsutra paseene ki chipchipahat ki wajah se uske ubhre hue seene aur gehri cleavage ki ghati mein chipak gaya tha. Usne jo choli pehni thi, wo aage se itni khuli aur ast_vyast thi ki uski bhari-bharkam, paseene se bheegi hui chuchiyaan mujhe gaadi ke andar baithe-baithe door se hi saaf nazar aa rahi thin.

Sardar ne mud kar us aurat ki chuchiyon ko ek gandi nazar se dekha, apni lungi ki girah theek ki, aur ek 1000 rupaye ka note us aurat ki taraf phenkte hue, uske hath mein thapthapa kar wahan se nikal gaya. Aurat ne wo note jaldi se apni cleavage ke andar thusa aur parde ke piche gayab ho gayi.


Main car se utar kar basti ke kachche raaste par paidal chalne laga. Mera land (land) jo subah Mom ki gusse se shant ho gaya tha, ab is gandi hawa mein aate hi dobara patthar ki tarah sakht aur khada hone laga tha. Pant ke andar uska fann poori tarah uth chuka tha.

Main jaise-jaise aage badh raha tha, mujhe har tambu ke bahar ek aurat ya ladki khadi mili. Jin tambuon ka parda band tha, unke andar ka nazara aur bhi bhayanak tha. Bahar chalte hue mujhe andar bichi khatiya (charpoy) ki "char-char" aawazein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Uske saath hi mardon ke gurrane (grunting) aur aurton ki besharm siskiyaan hawa mein goonj rahi thin. Wahan pyar jaisa kuch nahi tha, andar se dono ek doosre ko gandi-gandi gaaliyan de rahe the—*"Aah... chod... aur zor se chod kutiya... "* aisi aawazein mujhe andar tak kaanpne par majboor kar rahi thin. Par is darr ke saath ek bhayanak excitement bhi thi.

Thoda aage badhte hi meri nazar ek kachche tambu ke bahar khadi ek ladki par padi. Uski umar mushkil se 18 saal hogi. Wo kaafi dubli-patli thi, par uski aankhon mein aisi besharmi thi jo kisi tawaif mein hoti hai. Usne ek kaale rang ka jali-dar salwar kameez pehna hua tha.

Kameez ka gala itna bada aur aage ki taraf jhuka hua tha ki uske dono chote, par aakarshak aur sakht boobs (chuchiyaan) poori tarah bahar jhaank rahe the. Mujhe dekhte hi usne kameez ko hath se thoda aur khich kar apne boobs mujhe dikhaye aur ek bohot hi gandi, uksane wali smile pass ki. Sabse ajeeb baat ye thi ki us 18 saal ki kamsin ladki ke gale mein bhi ek mangalsutra latak raha tha, jo shayad yahan ke dark reality ko bata raha tha aur. Mere dimaag ne ek jhatka khaya.

Main us 18 saal ki ladki ko ghoor hi raha tha ki tabhi do kadam aage ek doosri aurat ne mera dhyan apni taraf khinch liya. Uski umar lagbhag 25-30 saal ke beech hogi. Jaise hi usne dekha ki ek acha-khasa, paise wala aur mazboot sharer wala mard uski taraf aa raha hai, usne bina kisi sharam-lihaaz ke apne seene se dupatta poori tarah hata kar niche gira diya.

Us aurat ka badan behad bhara-poora aur gadeela tha. Ek perfect, jawan aur garam jism. Uski chuchiyaan itni badi aur ubhri hui thin ki lag raha tha jaise wo us tight suit ki sili hui silai aur kameez ko phaad kar kisi bhi waqt bahar nikal aayengi. Uski aankhon mein ek hawas thi, usne apne honton ko jeebh se geela kiya aur apna ek hath apni kamar par rakh kar apne bhari seene ko meri taraf aur aage kar diya.

Mera dimaag ab poori tarah se is gandi, janwari duniya ke nashe mein doob chuka tha. Main bhool gaya tha ki main kaun hoon, main bhool gaya tha ki main subah apne ghar mein kya chhod kar aaya hoon. Mera poora dhyan us aurat ke kameez faadne ko betab seene aur us 18 saal ki ladki ke besharm hasee par atak gaya tha. Mera pant ab mere hi khade land ki vajah se fatne ko taiyar tha.



Main us kachche aur dhool bhare raste par thoda aage badha hi tha ki achanak ek aurat mere theek saamne aakar khadi ho gayi. Uski umar lagbhag **40-50 saal** ke aas-paas rahi hogi. Wo bilkul besharm hokar, meri aankhon mein aankhein daal kar ek ajeeb si muskurahat ke saath boli:

"Babu... mere saath chalo... main jannat dikhati hoon aap ko."

Mera dhyan uske chehre par toh baad mein gaya, sabse pehle meri nazrein uske bhari-bharkam aur ubhre hue jism par jaakar atak gayin.
Usne ek Pink (Gulabi) rang ka suit pehna hua tha, jis par aage ki taraf dhaage (embroidery) ka khoobsurat kaam ho rakha tha. Par wo suit itna tight tha ki uske vishal, aakarshak aur gadeele boobs (chuchiyaan) us kapde ko phaad kar bahar aane ke liye bechain lag rahe the. Suit ka gala kaafi deep 'V' shape mein tha,

jiski wajah se uski gehri aur gori cleavage poori tarah khuli hui thi. Uske gale mein pehna hua kaale motiyon ka mangalsutra, seedha uski dono chuchiyon ki us gehri ghaati ke beech mein ghusa hua tha. Maang mein gaadha laal sindoor bhara hua tha aur mathe par ek laal bindi thi.

Jab maine nazrein thodi upar uthayi aur uske chehre ko gaur se dekha, toh mujhe ehsaas hua ki wo sach mein ek behad khoobsurat aurat thi. Uski skin par dhoop aur mehnat ke nishaan zaroor the, par uski jawani ki kashish aur ek mature aurat (MILF) wali aag usme poori tarah bhari hui thi.

Meri halat aisi nahi thi ki main wahan rukta, main waise hi apni nazron aur dimaag se pareshan tha. Maine ghabrate hue thoda piche hatkar mana kar diya, "Nahi... nahi, mujhe nahi aana. Main... main yahan kisi aur kaam se aaya hoon."

Wo aurat meri baat sunkar zor se hasne lagi. Uski hansi mein tanz tha aur besharmi bhi. Uski nazrein seedha meri pant ke ubhaar par gayin aur wo ek qatilana muskurahat ke saath boli:

"Babu... sab log yahan 'kaam' se hi aate hain. Aur tumhari pant mein tana hua ye bada sa tambu saaf-saaf bata raha hai ki tum yahan kis 'kaam' se aaye ho. Jhuth mat bolo... mere saath chalo. Main paise bhi kam lungi aur maza tumhe pura doongi, bilkul jannat ki tarah."

"Nahi... mujhe maza nahi karna..." maine peeche hatne ki koshish ki.

Par wo aurat kahan manne wali thi. Usne aage badh kar badi mazbooti se mera haath pakda. Uske haath ka touch kaafi naram par uski pakad bohot sakht thi. Usne mujhe khincha aur seedha apne tambu ke andar le gayi. Andar aate hi usne jaldi se tambu ka parda gira diya, jisse andar ek ajeeb sa dhundhla andhera aur garmi chha gayi.

Usne mujhe andar bichi ek purani lakdi ki charpayi (khatiya) par baitha diya. Mere baithte hi wo lakdi ki charpayi kisi mareez ki tarah "chur-chur... kach-kach" aawaz karne lagi. Tambu ke andar hawa mein paseene, saste itra (perfume), aur mitti ki ek ajeeb si ghuti-ghuti mehek thi.

Maine jab aaram se baith kar tambu ke andar aas-paas nazar daudayi, toh agle hi pal meri aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin. Main buri tarah shock ho gaya. Niche kacchi mitti par, charpayi ke theek niche aur aas-paas, istemal kiye hue (used) condoms ka ek dher bicha hua tha.

Unme se lagbhag sabhi condoms safed aur chipchipe vriye (semen) se poori tarah bhare hue the, jin par mitti aur dhool chipak chuki thi.

Ye is baat ka saboot tha ki subah se na jaane kitne mard is charpayi par apni tharak aur hawas is aurat ke bhari jism par utaar chuke the.

Meri bechaini, mera paseena aur mera darr dekh kar wo aurat sab samajh gayi. Usne apne bhari seene ko thoda aur aage karte hue ek naram aawaz mein pucha, "Kya hua beta? Lagta hai pehli baar aaye ho yahan?"

"H-haan... pehli baar hi aaya hoon yahan par toh," maine haklaate hue jawab diya.


Usne charpayi ke niche se ek thandi Bisleri ki pani ki bottle nikali aur meri taraf badha di. Bottle poori tarah seal pack thi aur tazi thi.

"Mera naam Laxmi hai," wo bottle dete hue boli. "Par yahan ke log aur ye poori basti mujhe pyaar se aur gusse mein... 'Laxmi Rand' ya 'Chhinaal' bulate hain."

Uske muh se apne liye itni aasani se aisi gandi gaaliyan sunkar main hairaan reh gaya. Maine pani ki bottle ka dhakkan khola aur pucha, "Aapko apne liye aise shabd sunkar bura nahi lagta hai kya?"*

Laxmi zor se hasi, par is hansi mein dard aur majboori saaf jhalak rahi thi. "Bura? Bura kis baat ka beta? Ye toh sach hai na. Main auro ki tarah chupa kar thodi karti hoon, main toh khule aam karti hoon... toh main ek rand hi toh hui."

Main pani peeta raha aur meri nazrein uske us khoobsurat, sindoor aur mangalsutra se saje chehre par jami rahin. Mere andar ka wo "janwar" jo abhi hawas mein andha ho raha tha, achanak is aurat ki baaton se thoda shant hone laga. Maine uski aakhon mein dekhte hue ek aur sawal pucha, "Toh... aap ye kaam aakhir karti kyun ho?"

Meri baat sunkar Laxmi ke chehre se wo besharm muskurahat dheere-dheere gayab ho gayi. Usne ek gehri saans li aur apne pink suit ke dupatte ko theek karte hue ek aisi sacchayi batayi jisne mere dimaag ke saare purze hila diye.

"Ghar chalana hota hai beta... is mehangai mein khaali haath kahan kharcha chal pata hai." Laxmi ki aawaz mein ab ek maa aur ek thaki hui patni ka dard tha. "Hum Banjare hain. Humara koi ek ghar nahi hota. Jahan do waqt ki roti aur khana mil jaye, hum wahi apna tambu gaad lete hain. Main koi shauk se ye narak nahi jeeti."

Usne thoda aage jhuk kar mere ghutne par haath rakha aur boli, "Mere apna pati aur mera khud ka beta... dono subah nikalte hain. Din bhar majdoori karte hain, paseena bahate hain, kabaad chunte hain. Par raat ko jab wo mehnat ka paisa lekar laut-te hain na... toh wo paisa mere hath mein, ya is ghar ke rashan ke liye nahi dete. Wo usi paise ko lekar is basti ke kisi doosre tambu mein ghus jate hain... aur kisi aur randi ko chodte hain. Mera pati dusri aurton par paisa udata hai, aur mera jawan beta apni umar ki ladkiyon ya aurato par."

Mere gale mein pani atak gaya. Main phati aankhon se use dekh raha tha.

Laxmi aage bolti rahi, uski aankhon mein aansu nahi the, bas ek patthar jaisi majboori thi. "Jo chillar, jo thode bohot paise wo apni tharak mitane ke baad bacha lete hain, wo mujhe de dete hain taaki main ghar ka chulha jala sakun. Par tu hi bata beta, us 100-200 rupaye mein kya ho sakta hai aaj kal? Isiliye... mujhe bhi kaam karna padta hai. Mujhe apna ye jism har aate-jaate bhookhe mard ko bechna padta hai, unki jhoothan khaani padti hai, in mitti mein pade condoms ko uthana padta hai... tab jaa kar mere ghar mein 2 waqt ka khana banta hai. Mere pati aur bete ka pet bharne ke liye, mujhe in gair mardon ke samne apni taange khol kr unke bachhe apne andar lene padte hain."

Laxmi ki ye baatein sunkar mere paon tale zameen poori tarah se khisak gayi. Ek taraf meri Mom thi, jinke baare mein main itni gandi soch rakh raha tha. Unhone apna poora jeevan mere liye qurbaan kar diya, aur main unhe hwas ki nazar se dekh raha tha. Aur doosri taraf mere theek saamne ye 'Laxmi' thi, jiska apna beta apni maa ki is maut jaisi zindagi ka zimmadar tha.

Laxmi ki is bhayanak aur ghinoni sacchayi ne mere andar uth rahi saari aag, saari hawas ko ek second mein raakh kar diya tha. Main us pink suit, us mangalsutra aur us bhari-bharkam jism ke peeche chhupe us khaufnaak dard ko mehsoos kar pa raha tha. Mera land ab poori tarah soft ho chuka tha aur mera dil kisi guilt ki machli ki tarah tadap raha tha.














Mere andar ka insaan ab poori tarah se jaag chuka tha. Hawas aur tharak ki jagah ab ek ajeeb si chot aur taras ne le li thi. Maine bina kuch soche-samjhe apne dono haath apni pant ki jeb mein daale aur jitna bhi cash tha, sab bahar nikal liya. Mere paas us waqt kareeb 20-25 hazar rupaye the, jo 500-500 ke naye kadak note the.

Maine wo paisson ki gaddi us thaki-hari, majboor aurat ke hath mein zabardasti thama di aur bhari aawaz mein bola:
"Ye le lo Laxmi... in paison se tumhara aur tumhare ghar ka kuch din toh chal hi jayega. Tumhe ye sab karne ki zaroorat nahi padegi."


Mujhe laga tha ki itne saare paise dekh kar uski aankhon mein chamak aa jayegi. Par Laxmi ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa shock tha. Usne un paison ko aise dekha jaise wo kagaz ke nahi, balki aag ke tukde hon. Usne turant mere hath wapas mod diye aur wo paise lene se saaf inkaar kar diya.

"Babu... aap bade admi lagte ho. Aapka dil bhi bohot bada hai," Laxmi ne ek fiki muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Par main ye paisa nahi le sakti. Bhale hi maine itna paisa apni poori zindagi mein ek saath kabhi nahi dekha hai, phir bhi main ise nahi lungi."

Main hairaan tha. "Kyun? Kyun nahi le sakti ho aap? Main koi ehsaan thodi kar raha hoon."

Laxmi ne meri aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha, "Mujhe pata hai babu ki aapka mujhe paisa de kar nicha dikhane ka ya mujh par taras khane ka koi irada nahi tha. Aap bas meri madad karna chahte ho. Par ek randi apna jism bechti hai, apni khuddari nahi. Main bhikharan nahi hoon jo muft ka paisa le loon. Agar aap sach mein meri madad karna chahte ho, toh mere saath wahi karo jis kaam se aap is basti mein aaye the... mera jism istemaal karo aur uske badle mujhe meri mehnat ke paise do."

"Main... main aapke saath kaise... nahi!" Main buri tarah ghabra gaya. Mere andar ki aag kabki bujh chuki thi.

Laxmi thoda aur kareeb aayi aur uski aawaz mein ek bhayanak sannata chha gaya. "Meri do baatein sun kar aap itne emotional ho gaye ki apni jeb khali karke paise dena chahte ho. Agar main aapko is basti ki, is tambu ki poori baat bata doon na... toh shayad aap apni poori property mere naam kar doge. Aapko lagta hai na ki aapne duniya dekh li hai?"

"Mera matlab wo nahi tha..." maine apni baat rakhne ki koshish ki.

Laxmi ne apni aankhein band ki, ek gehri saans li, aur uske baad usne jo shabd kahe, unhone mere dimaag ki nasen faad kar rakh din. Uski baatein kisi tez dhaar wale chaaku ki tarah mere kano ke raste mere dil mein utar gayin.

"Toh suno babu... ab tak toh tumhe sirf subah ka haal pata hai. Raat ka sach toh tumhe kuch pata hi nahi hai ki is tambu mein aakhir hota kya hai..."

"Raat ko... raat ko kya hota hai?" Meri aawaz darr se kaanp rahi thi.

Laxmi ki aankhein ab bilkul pathra gayi thin. Usme aansu nahi the, bas ek aisi maut jaisi shanti thi jo kisi zinda laash mein hoti hai.

"Raat ko jab humare mard yahan aate hain, toh wo ek-ek jhopdi mein ghus jate hain, jaisa maine bataya tha. Par... kayi baar wo apni hi ghar ki jhopdi mein ghus jate hain. Jaise... mera apna beta. Wo abhi sirf 19 saal ka hai... aur wo kayi baar is charpayi par meri hi chut chod chuka hai. Aur itna hi nahi... mera pati aur mera beta, dono mil kar mujhe apne doston aur jaan-pehchaan walo se bhi chudwate hain. Wo samne khade hokar dekhte hain, huste hain, aur wahi khade hokar apna land hilate hain... aur apna vriye nikal kar isi mitti mein, isi zameen par gira kar safed kar dete hain."*


Jaise hi Laxmi ne ye baat boli, mere pairo tale zameen poori tarah se khisak gayi. Mera dimaag sunn pad gaya. Mujhe laga jaise mere aas-paas ki hawa achanak khatam ho gayi ho aur mera dum ghutne laga. Meri aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin.

"Apna hi beta... apni maa ko?" Mera dimaag is bhayanak aur ghinoni sacchayi ko process hi nahi kar paa raha tha.

Mere dimaag mein achanak ek toofan uth khada hua. Mujhe apni Mom (Parminder Kaur) yaad aane lagin. Main subah se guilt mein jal raha tha. Main khud ko sabse bada paapi, sabse neech insaan samajh raha tha kyunki maine apni Mom ko ek gandi nazar se dekh liya tha aur galti se unke jism se apna land touch kar baitha tha. Mere andar ka zameer mujhe kaat-kaat kar kha raha tha ki maine ek pavitra Maa-Bete ke rishte ko ganda karne ki koshish ki.

Par yahan... is dhool bhare, saste itra aur paseene se mehakte tambu mein... ek sachmuch ka rakshas rehta tha. Ek 19 saal ka jawan ladka, jo apni hi maa ka jism nochta hai. Jo un aurton ki dukh-dard aur mamta ko pairo tale kuchalta hai jisne use paida kiya! Aur usne ye sab apne baap ke samne kiya!

Maine niche zameen par biche hue un safed, vriye se bhare hue condoms ke dher ko dekha. Pehle mujhe unhe dekh kar sirf ghin aa rahi thi, par ab... ab mujhe unhe dekh kar bhayanak darr aur kauf mehsoos ho raha tha. "Inme se kaunsa condom Laxmi ke grahak ka hai... aur kaunsa uske apne bete ka?" ye khayal aate hi mere pet mein ajeeb si aithan hone lagi aur mujhe aisi ulti (vomit) aane ki feeling hui jaise mera saara jism andar se bahar aa jayega.

Duniya itni gandi, itni shaitaani aur itni neech ho sakti hai, iska mujhe aaj tak andaza hi nahi tha. Meri khud ki hawas aur meri galtiyan mujhe ab is darawne sach ke saamne bohot choti lagne lagi thin. Ye jannat nahi thi... ye jite ji narak tha.

Main wahan us lakdi ki 'kach-kach' aawaz karti charpayi se aise uth khada hua jaise kisi ne mujhe aag laga di ho. Mera poora jism buri tarah kaanp raha tha.

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[malikarman]

Chapter 22

Bejjati ka Badla
Day 13

Mera dimaag khud se ladaai kar raha tha, aur gaadi hawa se baatein kar rahi thi. Tabhi achanak mere phone ki ringtone ne is bhayanak khamoshi ko cheer diya. Screen par Harseerat ka naam chamak raha tha.

Main chauk gaya. Maine phone uthaya aur dabi hui aawaz mein bola, "Hello..."

Harseerat ki aawaz mein bechaini aur fikr thi: "Tarun! Kahan ho tum? 2 ghante ho gaye hain, tum abhi tak office kyun nahi aaye? Main kab se tumhara intezar kar rahi hoon."

2 ghante?

Harseerat ki baat sunte hi jaise mere dimaag par kisi ne thande pani ki balti daal di ho. Mujhe achanak hosh aaya. Maine hadbada kar gaadi ki speed kam ki aur apni khidki se bahar dekha. Main office ki taraf nahi tha. Meri gaadi toh kisi anjaan, dhool bhare highway par daud rahi thi. Guilt aur dimaagi uljhan mein mujhe pata hi nahi chala ki main kab steering ghumata hua city ki haddon ko paar kar gaya.

Maine turant khud ko sambhala aur ek jhoota bahana banaya: "Harseerat... wo actually main thoda busy ho gaya tha. Ek zaroori kaam yaad aagaya toh mujhe out of city aana pad gaya. Mujhe thoda waqt lagega."

Harseerat ne badi masoomiyat se meri baat par yakeen kar liya aur boli, "Okay baby, apna dhyan rakhna aur kaam khatam karke jaldi aana. I love you."

"Love you too..." bol kar maine call cut kar diya. Uska 'Love you' mere seene mein kisi meethi chhuri ki tarah chubha. Ek taraf Harseerat ka itna sacha pyar aur dusri taraf mera wo ghatiya harkat jo main abhi apni Mom ke kamre mei kar aaya tha.

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Maine gaadi ko sadak ke kinare kacchi mitti par rok diya. Aas-paas dekha toh dhoop aur dhool ke alawa kuch nahi tha. Maine jaldi se apne phone mein map khola aur location check ki. Mera hosh udd gaya—main Sri Ganganagar se lagbhag 20 kilometer door nikal aaya tha!

Main steering par sarr rakh kar khud ko kos hi raha tha ki tabhi meri nazar gaadi ke aage thodi doori par bani ek basti par padhi. Kache tamboo (tents), baans aur fate-purane kapdon se bani hui jhuggiyaan wahan dikh rahi thin. Wahan ka mahaul kaafi ajeeb tha. Tabhi meri nazar ek tamboo ke bahar khadi ek aurat par padi, aur jo nazara maine dekha, usne mere dimaag ke saare fuse uda diye.

Wo aurat kareeb 30-40 saal ki hogi. Usne ek purana, maila par kaafi bhadkeela ghaghra-choli pehna hua tha. Uski skin dusky (sanwali) thi aur jism kaafi bhara-bhara tha. Hairani ki baat ye thi ki wahan 2-3 anjaan ladke uske aage-peeche khade the, aur unme se ek ladka khule aam us aurat ki gardan aur gaalon par kiss kar raha tha. Wo aurat virodh karne ke bajaye muskura rahi thi aur us ladke ki jeb mein haath daal kar paise nikal rahi thi.


Ye dekhte hi mere dimaag mein doston ki batayi hui puraani baatein flash hone lagin. Mujhe yaad aaya ki ye wahi jagah hai jiske baare mein mere dost aksar baatein kiya karte the.

Ye log Banjare the, jo khana-badosh (nomads) ki tarah idhar-udhar ghoomte hain. Par pichle ek saal se unhone is highway ke kinare apna dera jama liya tha. Mere doston ne bataya tha ki is basti ki aurtein—jinhe log 'Banjaran' kehte the—wo khule aam prostitution karti hain. Jab inke mard subah majdoori ya kabaad batorne ke liye nikal jate hain, toh piche se inki aurtein highway par aane-jaane wale mardon aur truck drivers ko apna jism bechti hain.

Sabse ajeeb baat ye thi ki inke mardon ko is baat se koi aitraaz nahi tha. Unhe bas dimaag mein paise dikhte the. Doston ne bataya tha ki yahan 500 se 1000 rupaye mein 1 shot mil jata hai. Aur yahan choice ki koi kami nahi thi—18 saal ki kamsin ladki se lekar 50 saal tak ki auratein yahan har waqt available rehti thin, jiske paas jaise paise hon, use waisi aurat mil jati thi.


Main gaadi ke AC mein baitha tha, par mera poora sharer achanak ek ajeeb si garmi se jalne laga. Mera wo "janwar" jise main abhi kuch der pehle Mom ke kamre mein jaga chuka tha, wo abhi mara nahi tha. Mom ke samne darr ke maare wo dab zaroor gaya tha, par uski bhookh abhi bhi baaki thi. Mere jism ke andar jo aag lag chuki thi, use bujhane ke liye mujhe ek rasta chahiye tha.

Maine khud se kaha, "Tarundeep... tune aaj apni hi Mom ko gandi nazar se dekha. Tera jism hawas se pagal ho raha hai. Agar tune apne andar ki is aag ko bahar nahi nikala, toh tu ghar jaakar phir se koi aisi galti kar baithega jiska pashchatap tu zindagi bhar nahi kar payega. Ye Banjaran... ye jagah... yahi wo jagah hai jahan tu apni saari garme nikal sakta hai."

Maine us 30-40 saal ki aurat ko gaur se dekha. Uske choli ka gala itna deep tha ki uske bhari chuche khule aam dikh rahe the.

Wo muskurati hui wahan se tamboo ke andar chali gayi aur wo ladke bhi uske piche chale gaye. Mujhe mehsoos hua ki mera land pant ke andar phir se tight hone laga hai.


Gaadi ke pahiye jaise hi us kachche, dhool bhare raste par aaye, basti ki hawa mein ek ajeeb si sasti aur kachi mehek mere naak se takrayi—paseene, saste powder aur kacchi mitti ki mehek. Gaadi ka sheesha niche karte hi mujhe ehsaas hua ki main kis gandi aur bhayanak duniya mein aa gaya tha. Yahan ki aurtein meri chamakti hui car aur mere saaf-suthre kapdon ko aise ghoor rahi thin jaise bhookhi bhediyan kisi taze maas ke tukde (ghost/meat) ko dekhti hain. Unki nazron mein koi sharam nahi thi, sirf ek bhookh thi—paise ki aur jism ki.


Main gaadi rok kar bahar nikalne hi wala tha ki meri nazar paas ke ek tambu (tent) par padi. Tambu ka parda hata aur andar se ek kaafi bada aur bhari-bharkam Sardar bahar nikla. Usne sirf ek suti lungi lapeti hui thi aur chalte hue besharmi se apni moochon ko taav de raha tha, jaise abhi-abhi koi bada shikaar karke aaya ho.

Uske theek piche ek aurat bahar aayi. Us aurat ki halat dekh kar kisi ka bhi dimaag kharab ho jaye. Uski umar yahi koi 35 ke aas-paas hogi.

Uske baal poori tarah bikhre hue the. Maang mein bhara hua lal sindoor aur mathe ki bindi, dono paseene aur andar ki us "mehnat" ki wajah se beh kar uske mathe aur naak tak aagaye the. Uski saansein abhi bhi tez chal rahi thin aur wo buri tarah thaki-hari lag rahi thi. Uske gale mein pahan hua sasta sa mangalsutra paseene ki chipchipahat ki wajah se uske ubhre hue seene aur gehri cleavage ki ghati mein chipak gaya tha. Usne jo choli pehni thi, wo aage se itni khuli aur ast_vyast thi ki uski bhari-bharkam, paseene se bheegi hui chuchiyaan mujhe gaadi ke andar baithe-baithe door se hi saaf nazar aa rahi thin.

Sardar ne mud kar us aurat ki chuchiyon ko ek gandi nazar se dekha, apni lungi ki girah theek ki, aur ek 1000 rupaye ka note us aurat ki taraf phenkte hue, uske hath mein thapthapa kar wahan se nikal gaya. Aurat ne wo note jaldi se apni cleavage ke andar thusa aur parde ke piche gayab ho gayi.


Main car se utar kar basti ke kachche raaste par paidal chalne laga. Mera land (land) jo subah Mom ki gusse se shant ho gaya tha, ab is gandi hawa mein aate hi dobara patthar ki tarah sakht aur khada hone laga tha. Pant ke andar uska fann poori tarah uth chuka tha.

Main jaise-jaise aage badh raha tha, mujhe har tambu ke bahar ek aurat ya ladki khadi mili. Jin tambuon ka parda band tha, unke andar ka nazara aur bhi bhayanak tha. Bahar chalte hue mujhe andar bichi khatiya (charpoy) ki "char-char" aawazein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Uske saath hi mardon ke gurrane (grunting) aur aurton ki besharm siskiyaan hawa mein goonj rahi thin. Wahan pyar jaisa kuch nahi tha, andar se dono ek doosre ko gandi-gandi gaaliyan de rahe the—*"Aah... chod... aur zor se chod kutiya... "* aisi aawazein mujhe andar tak kaanpne par majboor kar rahi thin. Par is darr ke saath ek bhayanak excitement bhi thi.

Thoda aage badhte hi meri nazar ek kachche tambu ke bahar khadi ek ladki par padi. Uski umar mushkil se 18 saal hogi. Wo kaafi dubli-patli thi, par uski aankhon mein aisi besharmi thi jo kisi tawaif mein hoti hai. Usne ek kaale rang ka jali-dar salwar kameez pehna hua tha.

Kameez ka gala itna bada aur aage ki taraf jhuka hua tha ki uske dono chote, par aakarshak aur sakht boobs (chuchiyaan) poori tarah bahar jhaank rahe the. Mujhe dekhte hi usne kameez ko hath se thoda aur khich kar apne boobs mujhe dikhaye aur ek bohot hi gandi, uksane wali smile pass ki. Sabse ajeeb baat ye thi ki us 18 saal ki kamsin ladki ke gale mein bhi ek mangalsutra latak raha tha, jo shayad yahan ke dark reality ko bata raha tha aur. Mere dimaag ne ek jhatka khaya.

Main us 18 saal ki ladki ko ghoor hi raha tha ki tabhi do kadam aage ek doosri aurat ne mera dhyan apni taraf khinch liya. Uski umar lagbhag 25-30 saal ke beech hogi. Jaise hi usne dekha ki ek acha-khasa, paise wala aur mazboot sharer wala mard uski taraf aa raha hai, usne bina kisi sharam-lihaaz ke apne seene se dupatta poori tarah hata kar niche gira diya.

Us aurat ka badan behad bhara-poora aur gadeela tha. Ek perfect, jawan aur garam jism. Uski chuchiyaan itni badi aur ubhri hui thin ki lag raha tha jaise wo us tight suit ki sili hui silai aur kameez ko phaad kar kisi bhi waqt bahar nikal aayengi. Uski aankhon mein ek hawas thi, usne apne honton ko jeebh se geela kiya aur apna ek hath apni kamar par rakh kar apne bhari seene ko meri taraf aur aage kar diya.

Mera dimaag ab poori tarah se is gandi, janwari duniya ke nashe mein doob chuka tha. Main bhool gaya tha ki main kaun hoon, main bhool gaya tha ki main subah apne ghar mein kya chhod kar aaya hoon. Mera poora dhyan us aurat ke kameez faadne ko betab seene aur us 18 saal ki ladki ke besharm hasee par atak gaya tha. Mera pant ab mere hi khade land ki vajah se fatne ko taiyar tha.



Main us kachche aur dhool bhare raste par thoda aage badha hi tha ki achanak ek aurat mere theek saamne aakar khadi ho gayi. Uski umar lagbhag **40-50 saal** ke aas-paas rahi hogi. Wo bilkul besharm hokar, meri aankhon mein aankhein daal kar ek ajeeb si muskurahat ke saath boli:

"Babu... mere saath chalo... main jannat dikhati hoon aap ko."

Mera dhyan uske chehre par toh baad mein gaya, sabse pehle meri nazrein uske bhari-bharkam aur ubhre hue jism par jaakar atak gayin.
Usne ek Pink (Gulabi) rang ka suit pehna hua tha, jis par aage ki taraf dhaage (embroidery) ka khoobsurat kaam ho rakha tha. Par wo suit itna tight tha ki uske vishal, aakarshak aur gadeele boobs (chuchiyaan) us kapde ko phaad kar bahar aane ke liye bechain lag rahe the. Suit ka gala kaafi deep 'V' shape mein tha,

jiski wajah se uski gehri aur gori cleavage poori tarah khuli hui thi. Uske gale mein pehna hua kaale motiyon ka mangalsutra, seedha uski dono chuchiyon ki us gehri ghaati ke beech mein ghusa hua tha. Maang mein gaadha laal sindoor bhara hua tha aur mathe par ek laal bindi thi.

Jab maine nazrein thodi upar uthayi aur uske chehre ko gaur se dekha, toh mujhe ehsaas hua ki wo sach mein ek behad khoobsurat aurat thi. Uski skin par dhoop aur mehnat ke nishaan zaroor the, par uski jawani ki kashish aur ek mature aurat (MILF) wali aag usme poori tarah bhari hui thi.

Meri halat aisi nahi thi ki main wahan rukta, main waise hi apni nazron aur dimaag se pareshan tha. Maine ghabrate hue thoda piche hatkar mana kar diya, "Nahi... nahi, mujhe nahi aana. Main... main yahan kisi aur kaam se aaya hoon."

Wo aurat meri baat sunkar zor se hasne lagi. Uski hansi mein tanz tha aur besharmi bhi. Uski nazrein seedha meri pant ke ubhaar par gayin aur wo ek qatilana muskurahat ke saath boli:

"Babu... sab log yahan 'kaam' se hi aate hain. Aur tumhari pant mein tana hua ye bada sa tambu saaf-saaf bata raha hai ki tum yahan kis 'kaam' se aaye ho. Jhuth mat bolo... mere saath chalo. Main paise bhi kam lungi aur maza tumhe pura doongi, bilkul jannat ki tarah."

"Nahi... mujhe maza nahi karna..." maine peeche hatne ki koshish ki.

Par wo aurat kahan manne wali thi. Usne aage badh kar badi mazbooti se mera haath pakda. Uske haath ka touch kaafi naram par uski pakad bohot sakht thi. Usne mujhe khincha aur seedha apne tambu ke andar le gayi. Andar aate hi usne jaldi se tambu ka parda gira diya, jisse andar ek ajeeb sa dhundhla andhera aur garmi chha gayi.

Usne mujhe andar bichi ek purani lakdi ki charpayi (khatiya) par baitha diya. Mere baithte hi wo lakdi ki charpayi kisi mareez ki tarah "chur-chur... kach-kach" aawaz karne lagi. Tambu ke andar hawa mein paseene, saste itra (perfume), aur mitti ki ek ajeeb si ghuti-ghuti mehek thi.

Maine jab aaram se baith kar tambu ke andar aas-paas nazar daudayi, toh agle hi pal meri aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin. Main buri tarah shock ho gaya. Niche kacchi mitti par, charpayi ke theek niche aur aas-paas, istemal kiye hue (used) condoms ka ek dher bicha hua tha.

Unme se lagbhag sabhi condoms safed aur chipchipe vriye (semen) se poori tarah bhare hue the, jin par mitti aur dhool chipak chuki thi.

Ye is baat ka saboot tha ki subah se na jaane kitne mard is charpayi par apni tharak aur hawas is aurat ke bhari jism par utaar chuke the.

Meri bechaini, mera paseena aur mera darr dekh kar wo aurat sab samajh gayi. Usne apne bhari seene ko thoda aur aage karte hue ek naram aawaz mein pucha, "Kya hua beta? Lagta hai pehli baar aaye ho yahan?"

"H-haan... pehli baar hi aaya hoon yahan par toh," maine haklaate hue jawab diya.


Usne charpayi ke niche se ek thandi Bisleri ki pani ki bottle nikali aur meri taraf badha di. Bottle poori tarah seal pack thi aur tazi thi.

"Mera naam Laxmi hai," wo bottle dete hue boli. "Par yahan ke log aur ye poori basti mujhe pyaar se aur gusse mein... 'Laxmi Rand' ya 'Chhinaal' bulate hain."

Uske muh se apne liye itni aasani se aisi gandi gaaliyan sunkar main hairaan reh gaya. Maine pani ki bottle ka dhakkan khola aur pucha, "Aapko apne liye aise shabd sunkar bura nahi lagta hai kya?"*

Laxmi zor se hasi, par is hansi mein dard aur majboori saaf jhalak rahi thi. "Bura? Bura kis baat ka beta? Ye toh sach hai na. Main auro ki tarah chupa kar thodi karti hoon, main toh khule aam karti hoon... toh main ek rand hi toh hui."

Main pani peeta raha aur meri nazrein uske us khoobsurat, sindoor aur mangalsutra se saje chehre par jami rahin. Mere andar ka wo "janwar" jo abhi hawas mein andha ho raha tha, achanak is aurat ki baaton se thoda shant hone laga. Maine uski aakhon mein dekhte hue ek aur sawal pucha, "Toh... aap ye kaam aakhir karti kyun ho?"

Meri baat sunkar Laxmi ke chehre se wo besharm muskurahat dheere-dheere gayab ho gayi. Usne ek gehri saans li aur apne pink suit ke dupatte ko theek karte hue ek aisi sacchayi batayi jisne mere dimaag ke saare purze hila diye.

"Ghar chalana hota hai beta... is mehangai mein khaali haath kahan kharcha chal pata hai." Laxmi ki aawaz mein ab ek maa aur ek thaki hui patni ka dard tha. "Hum Banjare hain. Humara koi ek ghar nahi hota. Jahan do waqt ki roti aur khana mil jaye, hum wahi apna tambu gaad lete hain. Main koi shauk se ye narak nahi jeeti."

Usne thoda aage jhuk kar mere ghutne par haath rakha aur boli, "Mere apna pati aur mera khud ka beta... dono subah nikalte hain. Din bhar majdoori karte hain, paseena bahate hain, kabaad chunte hain. Par raat ko jab wo mehnat ka paisa lekar laut-te hain na... toh wo paisa mere hath mein, ya is ghar ke rashan ke liye nahi dete. Wo usi paise ko lekar is basti ke kisi doosre tambu mein ghus jate hain... aur kisi aur randi ko chodte hain. Mera pati dusri aurton par paisa udata hai, aur mera jawan beta apni umar ki ladkiyon ya aurato par."

Mere gale mein pani atak gaya. Main phati aankhon se use dekh raha tha.

Laxmi aage bolti rahi, uski aankhon mein aansu nahi the, bas ek patthar jaisi majboori thi. "Jo chillar, jo thode bohot paise wo apni tharak mitane ke baad bacha lete hain, wo mujhe de dete hain taaki main ghar ka chulha jala sakun. Par tu hi bata beta, us 100-200 rupaye mein kya ho sakta hai aaj kal? Isiliye... mujhe bhi kaam karna padta hai. Mujhe apna ye jism har aate-jaate bhookhe mard ko bechna padta hai, unki jhoothan khaani padti hai, in mitti mein pade condoms ko uthana padta hai... tab jaa kar mere ghar mein 2 waqt ka khana banta hai. Mere pati aur bete ka pet bharne ke liye, mujhe in gair mardon ke samne apni taange khol kr unke bachhe apne andar lene padte hain."

Laxmi ki ye baatein sunkar mere paon tale zameen poori tarah se khisak gayi. Ek taraf meri Mom thi, jinke baare mein main itni gandi soch rakh raha tha. Unhone apna poora jeevan mere liye qurbaan kar diya, aur main unhe hwas ki nazar se dekh raha tha. Aur doosri taraf mere theek saamne ye 'Laxmi' thi, jiska apna beta apni maa ki is maut jaisi zindagi ka zimmadar tha.

Laxmi ki is bhayanak aur ghinoni sacchayi ne mere andar uth rahi saari aag, saari hawas ko ek second mein raakh kar diya tha. Main us pink suit, us mangalsutra aur us bhari-bharkam jism ke peeche chhupe us khaufnaak dard ko mehsoos kar pa raha tha. Mera land ab poori tarah soft ho chuka tha aur mera dil kisi guilt ki machli ki tarah tadap raha tha.














Mere andar ka insaan ab poori tarah se jaag chuka tha. Hawas aur tharak ki jagah ab ek ajeeb si chot aur taras ne le li thi. Maine bina kuch soche-samjhe apne dono haath apni pant ki jeb mein daale aur jitna bhi cash tha, sab bahar nikal liya. Mere paas us waqt kareeb 20-25 hazar rupaye the, jo 500-500 ke naye kadak note the.

Maine wo paisson ki gaddi us thaki-hari, majboor aurat ke hath mein zabardasti thama di aur bhari aawaz mein bola:
"Ye le lo Laxmi... in paison se tumhara aur tumhare ghar ka kuch din toh chal hi jayega. Tumhe ye sab karne ki zaroorat nahi padegi."


Mujhe laga tha ki itne saare paise dekh kar uski aankhon mein chamak aa jayegi. Par Laxmi ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa shock tha. Usne un paison ko aise dekha jaise wo kagaz ke nahi, balki aag ke tukde hon. Usne turant mere hath wapas mod diye aur wo paise lene se saaf inkaar kar diya.

"Babu... aap bade admi lagte ho. Aapka dil bhi bohot bada hai," Laxmi ne ek fiki muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Par main ye paisa nahi le sakti. Bhale hi maine itna paisa apni poori zindagi mein ek saath kabhi nahi dekha hai, phir bhi main ise nahi lungi."

Main hairaan tha. "Kyun? Kyun nahi le sakti ho aap? Main koi ehsaan thodi kar raha hoon."

Laxmi ne meri aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha, "Mujhe pata hai babu ki aapka mujhe paisa de kar nicha dikhane ka ya mujh par taras khane ka koi irada nahi tha. Aap bas meri madad karna chahte ho. Par ek randi apna jism bechti hai, apni khuddari nahi. Main bhikharan nahi hoon jo muft ka paisa le loon. Agar aap sach mein meri madad karna chahte ho, toh mere saath wahi karo jis kaam se aap is basti mein aaye the... mera jism istemaal karo aur uske badle mujhe meri mehnat ke paise do."

"Main... main aapke saath kaise... nahi!" Main buri tarah ghabra gaya. Mere andar ki aag kabki bujh chuki thi.

Laxmi thoda aur kareeb aayi aur uski aawaz mein ek bhayanak sannata chha gaya. "Meri do baatein sun kar aap itne emotional ho gaye ki apni jeb khali karke paise dena chahte ho. Agar main aapko is basti ki, is tambu ki poori baat bata doon na... toh shayad aap apni poori property mere naam kar doge. Aapko lagta hai na ki aapne duniya dekh li hai?"

"Mera matlab wo nahi tha..." maine apni baat rakhne ki koshish ki.

Laxmi ne apni aankhein band ki, ek gehri saans li, aur uske baad usne jo shabd kahe, unhone mere dimaag ki nasen faad kar rakh din. Uski baatein kisi tez dhaar wale chaaku ki tarah mere kano ke raste mere dil mein utar gayin.

"Toh suno babu... ab tak toh tumhe sirf subah ka haal pata hai. Raat ka sach toh tumhe kuch pata hi nahi hai ki is tambu mein aakhir hota kya hai..."

"Raat ko... raat ko kya hota hai?" Meri aawaz darr se kaanp rahi thi.

Laxmi ki aankhein ab bilkul pathra gayi thin. Usme aansu nahi the, bas ek aisi maut jaisi shanti thi jo kisi zinda laash mein hoti hai.

"Raat ko jab humare mard yahan aate hain, toh wo ek-ek jhopdi mein ghus jate hain, jaisa maine bataya tha. Par... kayi baar wo apni hi ghar ki jhopdi mein ghus jate hain. Jaise... mera apna beta. Wo abhi sirf 19 saal ka hai... aur wo kayi baar is charpayi par meri hi chut chod chuka hai. Aur itna hi nahi... mera pati aur mera beta, dono mil kar mujhe apne doston aur jaan-pehchaan walo se bhi chudwate hain. Wo samne khade hokar dekhte hain, huste hain, aur wahi khade hokar apna land hilate hain... aur apna vriye nikal kar isi mitti mein, isi zameen par gira kar safed kar dete hain."*


Jaise hi Laxmi ne ye baat boli, mere pairo tale zameen poori tarah se khisak gayi. Mera dimaag sunn pad gaya. Mujhe laga jaise mere aas-paas ki hawa achanak khatam ho gayi ho aur mera dum ghutne laga. Meri aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin.

"Apna hi beta... apni maa ko?" Mera dimaag is bhayanak aur ghinoni sacchayi ko process hi nahi kar paa raha tha.

Mere dimaag mein achanak ek toofan uth khada hua. Mujhe apni Mom (Parminder Kaur) yaad aane lagin. Main subah se guilt mein jal raha tha. Main khud ko sabse bada paapi, sabse neech insaan samajh raha tha kyunki maine apni Mom ko ek gandi nazar se dekh liya tha aur galti se unke jism se apna land touch kar baitha tha. Mere andar ka zameer mujhe kaat-kaat kar kha raha tha ki maine ek pavitra Maa-Bete ke rishte ko ganda karne ki koshish ki.

Par yahan... is dhool bhare, saste itra aur paseene se mehakte tambu mein... ek sachmuch ka rakshas rehta tha. Ek 19 saal ka jawan ladka, jo apni hi maa ka jism nochta hai. Jo un aurton ki dukh-dard aur mamta ko pairo tale kuchalta hai jisne use paida kiya! Aur usne ye sab apne baap ke samne kiya!

Maine niche zameen par biche hue un safed, vriye se bhare hue condoms ke dher ko dekha. Pehle mujhe unhe dekh kar sirf ghin aa rahi thi, par ab... ab mujhe unhe dekh kar bhayanak darr aur kauf mehsoos ho raha tha. "Inme se kaunsa condom Laxmi ke grahak ka hai... aur kaunsa uske apne bete ka?" ye khayal aate hi mere pet mein ajeeb si aithan hone lagi aur mujhe aisi ulti (vomit) aane ki feeling hui jaise mera saara jism andar se bahar aa jayega.

Duniya itni gandi, itni shaitaani aur itni neech ho sakti hai, iska mujhe aaj tak andaza hi nahi tha. Meri khud ki hawas aur meri galtiyan mujhe ab is darawne sach ke saamne bohot choti lagne lagi thin. Ye jannat nahi thi... ye jite ji narak tha.

Main wahan us lakdi ki 'kach-kach' aawaz karti charpayi se aise uth khada hua jaise kisi ne mujhe aag laga di ho. Mera poora jism buri tarah kaanp raha tha.

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Chapter 23
Bejjati ka Badla: Narak ka Sabse Bhayanak Sach
Day 13

Main us lakdi ki charpayi se uth kar ghabrahat mein peeche hata hi tha ki Laxmi ne mere dono haath pakde aur mujhe wapas niche baitha diya. Uski aankhon mein ab koi sharam ya majboori nahi thi, balki is ghinoni duniya ka ek nanga sach tha jise wo hazam kar chuki thi.
"Abhi aur hai babu..." Laxmi ki aawaz mein ek thandi, maut jaisi shanti thi. "Sirf mera beta hi madarchod nahi hai... in jhuggi-jhopdiyon mein paida hua har beta madarchod hai! Aur yahan paida hui har beti apne hi baap ki randi hai!"
Mera dimaag fhatne wala tha. Ye shabd nahi the, ye ubalta hua tezaab tha jo mere kano mein dala ja raha tha.
Laxmi lagatar bolti ja rahi thi, "Kayi baapon ne toh yahan jawani aate hi apni betiyon se hi shaadi kar li hai. Kayi beton ne apne baap ke marne ke baad apni maa ko apni aurat bana liya hai... aur kayi dada apni hi potiyon ke saath sote hain. Yahi sach hai is dhool ka! Yahan ke log insaan thodi hain, kide hain hum kide!

Ise badla nahi ja sakta babu. Jo chal raha hai use chalne do, nahi toh is mayajaal mein aise ulajh kar reh jaoge ki tumhari khud ki izzat aur dimaag dono sad jayenge."
Mere dimaag ne kaam karna poori tarah band kar diya tha. Main us tambu ke andhere mein bas use fati aankhon se dekh raha tha. Mera saara wajood, mere saare asool is bhayanak sach ke aage mitti mein mil gaye the.
"Laxmi rand!! Kahan mar gayi saali!!"
Achanak tambu ke bahar se kisi mard ki bohot hi bhaddi, gusse aur hawas se bhari aawaz aayi. Aawaz sunte hi Laxmi ke chehre ka rang ud gaya. Wo ek dum se chauk gayi.
Usne bina ek second barbaad kiye mujhe dhakka dete hue jhopdi ke theek peeche bane hue ek chote se hisse mein dhakel diya. Ye unka makeshift bathroom tha. Wahan zameen par kacchi mitti ki keechad thi, ek tuti hui balti mein geele kapde pade the, aur wahan se saste sabun, peshab (urine) aur silan ki aisi bhayanak badboo aa rahi thi ki mera dum ghutne laga.
Laxmi ne meri aankhon mein ghoor kar ek sakht ishara kiya. "Chup rehna! Ekdum chup! Chahe kuch bhi ho jaye, chahe tu kuch bhi sune ya dekhe, bahar mat aana !"
Itna bol kar usne bathroom aur kamre ke beech latka hua wo patla, ganda aur jali-dar (transparent) parda gira diya. Main us parde ke piche andhere mein chipak kar khada ho gaya. Parda itna patla tha ki mujhe wahan se tambu ke andar ka saara nazara theek se dikh raha tha. Meri saansein mere gale mein atak gayi thin.

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Laxmi ne jaldi se apne bikhre baal theek kiye,

apni choli thodi aur khiski hui chodi aur tambu ka main parda hata diya.
Bahar se ek dubla-patla, kaale rang ka ladka andar ghusa. Uske baal dhoop mein jal kar bhure (brown) ho chuke the, uski aankhein lal thin aur uske chehre par aisi shaitaani aur kaminapan tha jo kisi gunde mein hota hai.

Uski umar mushkil se 19-20 saal rahi hogi.
Laxmi ne ek jhooti, dabi hui muskurahat ke saath usse pucha, "Beta... aaj jaldi aagaya tu kaam se?"
CHAAATAAAAAAK!!!
Ek bhayanak, kaan faad dene wali aawaz us tambu mein goonji. Us ladke ne aate hi poori takat se Laxmi ke chehre par ek zordaar thappad maar diya! Thappad itna tez tha ki Laxmi ka sarr jhatke se ghooma aur wo ladkhada gayi.
"Cheenal saali!!" Ladka puri tarah se darindo ki tarah cheekh raha tha, uski gaaliyan uski gandi mansikta ka saboot de rahi thin. "Madarchod randi! Main aur mera bapu din raat kadi dhoop mein kabaad utha-utha kar apna khoon paseena ek kar rahe hain... aur tu yahan tambu mein aaram se apni gaand tika kar baithi hai?!"
Main parde ke piche se darr ke maare kaanp gaya. Ye wahi ladka tha! Laxmi ka apna saga beta! Apni hi sagi maa ko 'Cheenal', 'Randi' aur 'Madarchod' bolte hue uski zubaan ek baar bhi nahi ladkhadayi, jaise ye is ghar ka roz ka kalesh ho.
Laxmi ne rote hue apna gaal pakda aur dabi aawaz mein boli, "Beta... main aaram nahi kar rahi thi... aah... ahhh haa!"
Laxmi ki baat poori hone se pehle hi us janwar ne apni maa ke lambe kaale baal bohot buri tarah se apni mutthi mein jakad liye! Wo uske baalon ko itni berahmi se khinch raha tha ki Laxmi dard ke maare siskariyan lene lagi.
"Aaram nahi kar rahi thi toh kya apni chut marwa rahi thi andhere mein?!" Us ladke ne uske baal pakad kar uske chehre par thukte hue gaali di.
Laxmi dard se karahte hue boli, "Abhi... abhi dopahar ki tez dhoop nikal rahi hai beta. Highway par gaadiyan nahi ruk rahi hain, grahak nahi aa rahe the... isliye main garmi se bachne ke liye andar aa gayi thi."
"Tere liye hi dhoop pad rahi hai na bhenchod bharwi?!" Ladka gusse mein fhu-fkaar raha tha, uski nazrein apni hi maa ke aage se phate hue deep neck se bahar jhaankti chuchiyon par jami hui thin. "Bahar sun jaakar! Har tambu se kisi na kisi mard ke chillane aur teri jaisi randiyon ki siskariyon ki aawazein aa rahi hain! Sab dhanda kar rahi hain, bas ek tu hi Maharani bani baithi hai!"
Itna bolte hi us janwar ne Laxmi ke baalon ko ek zordaar jhatka diya aur use utha kar theek usi lakdi ki charpayi par phek diya jahan main kuch der pehle baitha tha.
"CHOOOOORRR... KACH-KACH!"
Charpayi ki lakdi buri tarah se chillayi. Laxmi wahan girte hi buri tarah se ulat gayi, uski saari pink kameez aage se poori tarah se ast-vyast ho gayi. Uska bhara hua jism, uski nangi chuchiyaan uske sikhdon ke piche se bahar uchal aayin.
Main bathroom mein khada, geele kapdon aur peshab ki badboo ke beech apni saansein roke ye sab dekh raha tha. Mera dimaag blank ho chuka tha. Main us ladke ko jaan se maar dena chahta tha, par main vahan fas chuka tha.
Tabhi us ladke ne apni mitti se bhari pant ki jeb mein haath dala aur ek mudha hua, maila sa 500 ka note nikala. Usne wo note poori takat se charpayi par giri hui apni maa ke muh par de maara!
"Le rand! 500 ka note! Dihaadi lagakar aaya hoon!" Ladka bilkul kisi ghatiya kothe ke grahak ki tarah pesh aa raha tha.
Aur agle hi second, us 19 saal ke ladke ne apne gande, mitti se sane hath apni khud ki pant ki chain par rakhe. Usne ek hi jhatke mein apni chain kholi, pant niche khiskai aur apna kala, maila land bahar nikaal liya.

Wo apni hi sagi maa ke samne khada hokar kapde utaarne laga tha.
"Aaj subah se tana hua hai kabaad chunte waqt... ab chup chap apni taangein khol aur mujhe shant kar... kutiya saali!"
Parde ke piche khada mera astitva bikhar gaya. Mera dimaag cheekh-cheekh kar rone laga. "Bhagwan ye kya narak hai! Ye log kya hain aur is ladki ka land to kitn bada he?!" Ek taraf main tha jo subah apni Mom ke nazdeek aane par khud ko zinda jala dena chahta tha, aur dusri taraf ye janwar tha, jo 500 rupaye dekar apni hi maa ka jism nochne ja raha tha.


Bathroom ke jali-dar parde ke peeche main sunn khada tha. Meri aankhon ke samne insaniyat ka sabse ghinona roop tha, par mera jism ek ajeeb aur ghatiya kashmakash mein fasa hua tha. Laxmi ne bina kisi der ke apne salwar ka naada khola aur use ek taraf phenk diya, aur phir apni kameez bhi utaar phenki. Ab wo maa aur beta, us andhere tambu mein ek-dusre ke samne poori tarah nange khade the.

Isse pehle ki main apni soch ko sambhal paata, wo ladka ek bhediye ki tarah Laxmi ke upar chadh gaya. Charpayi ki purani lakdi ne ek dardnak "churrr" ki aawaz ki jab usne apna land ek hi jhatke mein pura andar ghusa diya. Main bathroom mein tha aur unki peeth (back) meri taraf thi, isliye mujhe wo har ek ghinoni harakat saaf dikh rahi thi.

Us ladke ka land mere land se bhi bada aur bhayanak tha. Mera khud ka 6 inch ka tha, par uska mujhse bhi 3-4 inch lamba aur pipa (pipe) jaisa 6 inch mota tha. Itne bade size ki wajah se Laxmi ka jism kaanp utha aur uske muh se dard aur hawas bhari siskariyan—"Aha... aha... aah..." nikalne lagin.

Laxmi ki dono tangein upar hawa mein thin aur wo ladka uske muh ko kiss karte hue bade hi ghatiya aur "pyar" bhare lehje mein bola, "Maa... tu kitni pyari hai... tere andar mera land jate hi mera sara gussa aur tension chu-mantar ho jati hai."
Laxmi ne siskte hue jawab diya, "Ahah... beta... tera bhi kitna bada hai... bilkul tere dada Kalu Banjara jaisa..."

Ladke ne apni kamar tezi se chalana shuru kar diya tha. Purani lakdi ki charpayi ki "chur-chur" aur Laxmi ki lagatar badhti hui siskariyan us jhopde mein ek aisi kamuk (erotic) dhun paida kar rahi thin jisne mere dimaag ko sunn kar diya.

Mera wajood is narak ko dekh kar ghin se bhar raha tha, par mere andar ka wo "janwar" jise maine aaj subah se kai baar jagaya tha, wo is nazare se dobara pagal hone laga. Us kamuk sangeet aur samne chal rahi is gandi leela ki wajah se mera land ek baar phir se pant mein pathar ki tarah sakht hokar khada ho gaya.

Main wahan khada, peshab aur silan ki badboo ke beech, apni hi sagi maa ke samne kiye gaye apne gunah aur samne chal rahi is ghinoni haqeeqat ke beech pisa ja raha tha.

Charpayi ki har ek "chur-chur" ke saath mere dimaag ki ek-ek nas phatne ko taiyar thi. Main wahan bathroom ke gande jali-dar parde ke peeche sunn khada tha, jahan se Laxmi ka wo Pink (Gulabi) suit farsh par mitti mein pada dikh raha tha. Wo nazara kisi bhoot-pret ki kahani se bhi zyada darawna aur ghinona tha.

Laxmi ka jism us darinde ke niche kachchi mitti ki tarah dhas raha tha, aur uske muh se nikalne wale shabd meri rooh ko kaanpne par majboor kar rahe the:

Laxmi: "Aha... aaha beta! Mene kitna intezar kiya tera... aah! Teri maa tere land ko lene ke liye betab hai... mera chanda... mera mard!"

Chanda: "Maa... aha! Kitni kase hui chut hai teri... lagta hai subah se kisi ka liya hi nahi hai andar? Haan? Itna kash kahan se aaya?"
Laxmi: "Subah se 5 grahakon ka le chuki hoon... par sab ke sab baccho jaise the. Kisi ka 6 inch, kisi ka 7 inch... mujhe toh pata bhi nahi laga ki mere andar kuch gaya bhi hai ya nahi. Mere jism ki garmi toh sirf mera Chanda hi door kar sakta hai!"

Chanda ne uske baalon ko aur zor se kheencha aur uski aankhon mein jhaank kar pucha, "Maa... sach batana, main bapu ka beta hoon ya dada ka? Kyunki ye zor toh khandani lagta hai!"

Laxmi ne siskte hue ek aisa sach ugla jisne insaniyat ko sharam-sar kar diya:


"Tere bapu ko toh teri randi dadi ne kisi namard ke saath sex karke paida kiya tha! Uske bas ka kuch nahi tha... bhala 8 inch se kya hota hai? Ek aurat ki garmi toh tere jaise land wale mard hi shaant kar sakte hain. In chote land waalon ke paas na toh lambai hoti hai, na motai aur na hi stamina... subah se meri chut mein aag lagi thi, ab jaakar thandak mili hai!"

Main wahan khada-khada computer ki tarah hang ho gaya tha. Mere dimaag mein ek saath kai emotions ka toofan uth raha tha:
Laxmi ki majboori aur uske bete ki darindagi dekh kar mera dil baith raha tha.
Mere andar ka wo "janwar" jo subah Parminder Kaur (Mom) ko dekh kar jaga tha, wo is gande nazare se aur bhi zyada uksaya ja raha tha.
Ek taraf meri Mom thi, jo safed saree mein kisi devi ki tarah pavitra thi, aur dusri taraf ye Laxmi... jo apne hi bete ko 'Mard' keh kar uske niche tadap rahi thi.

Is narak ne mere saamne se sach aur jhoot ka parda poori tarah hata diya tha. Mujhe samajh aa gaya tha ki jis maryada ki main baatein karta hoon, wo is duniya ke kai kono mein sirf ek dhokha hai. Yahan rishte mitti mein mil chuke hain aur sirf jism ki bhookh hi sab kuch hai.

Mujhe apne upar ghin aa rahi thi ki main is sab ka gawah ban raha hoon, par mere kadam wahan se hilne ko taiyar nahi the. Main dekhna chahta tha ki ye darindagi aur kahan tak jati hai.

Kuch der ki us darindagi ke baad, wo ladka (Chanda) ek jungli jaanwar ki tarah gurraya—"Aaaah... aaah... Laxmi meri randi!" Usne apna poora zor lagakar apna land Laxmi ke jism mein dhas diya. Laxmi ne bhi koi kasar nahi chhodi; usne apne dono pair Chanda ki kamar mein kisi bedi (shackles) ki tarah kas liye taaki wo ek boond bhi bahar na nikal sake.

Us narak bhari khamoshi mein, Chanda ne apne jism ka saara "maal" apni hi sagi maa ke andar udelna shuru kar diya. Agle hi pal, wo thak-haar kar Laxmi ke paseene se bheege jism par dher ho gaya.

Paanch minute tak wahan maut jaisa sannata raha. Laxmi, jo abhi-abhi apne hi bete se chud kar hati thi, badi mamta se uske sar par haath pher rahi thi, jaise kisi neek kaam ke baad apne bacche ko dulaar rahi ho.
Tabhi Chanda ne wo baat kahi jisne mere dimaag ki bachi-kuchi nasen bhi hila din.

Chanda: "Laxmi meri rand... main tujhe apni biwi banana chahta hoon.

"Laxmi: "Beta... tera bapu zinda hai abhi tak. Wo kabhi nahi manega.


"Chanda: (Ek thandi muskurahat ke saath) "Pata hai... isiliye toh use nipta kar hi aa raha hoon main."

Laxmi ne jhatke se use apne se door kiya aur fati hui aankhon se use dekhne lagi. Main, jo bathroom ki us peshab wali badboo mein apna land hila raha tha, ye sunte hi sunn (numb) pad gaya. Mere haath ruk gaye, mera saas tham gaya.
Mere hosh udd chuke the. Is basti mein aane ke baad har 5 minute mein mujhe ek aisa jhatka lag raha tha jo kisi ke bhi dimaag ko pagal kar de. Maine socha tha ki Laxmi ye sunkar cheekhegi, apne pati ki maut par matam manayegi ya apne bete ko is ghinone jurm ke liye dhikkaregi. Par yahan toh shaitaniyat ki koi hadd hi nahi thi.

Laxmi ne gussa karne ke bajaye Chanda ko apni baahon mein bhar liya aur use aise choomne lagi jaise usne koi bada inaam jeeta ho.Laxmi: "Accha kiya! Us namard se toh kuch hota hi nahi tha... Mera Chanda! Ab ye Laxmi sirf aur sirf teri hai!"

Mere pair kaampne lage the. Mera dimaag is ghinoni Reality ko hazam nahi kar paa raha tha

Ek Maa: Jo apne hi bete ke niche soti hai aur uske dwara kiye gaye baap ke qatl par jashn manati hai. Jo apne suhaag ke khooni ke hothon ko choom rahi hai, kyunki wo khooni uska apna beta hai Ek Beta: Jo apni hawas aur "maa ko biwi" banane ki chahat mein apne hi baap ka khoon baha deta hai.


Ab mere paas shabd khatam ho gaye the. Sach kya hai, jhoot kya hai, din kya hai aur raat kya... sab ek gande kichad mein mil chuke the. Wo dono wahan charpayi par nange pade ek-dusre ko chaat rahe the, aur main yahan bathroom mein khada ye soch raha tha ki main kis duniya mein jee raha hoon.

Subah jab maine apni Mom ko dekha tha, toh mujhe lag raha tha ki maine koi bada paap kar diya hai. Mujhe guilt ho raha tha ki maine unhe gandi nazar se dekha. Par is narak ko dekhne ke baad mujhe samajh aaya ki asli Ghin aur asli Darkness kya hoti hai. Yahan rishte sirf mitti nahi the, wo tezaab mein jal kar raakh ho chuke the. Laxmi aur Chanda ki wo siskariyan ab kisi insaan ki nahi, balki do bhediyon ki thi jo maut aur paap ki laash par baith kar jashn mana rahe the.

 

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Chapter 21
Bejjati ka Badla: Narak ka Sabse Bhayanak Sach
Day 13

Main us lakdi ki charpayi se uth kar ghabrahat mein peeche hata hi tha ki Laxmi ne mere dono haath pakde aur mujhe wapas niche baitha diya. Uski aankhon mein ab koi sharam ya majboori nahi thi, balki is ghinoni duniya ka ek nanga sach tha jise wo hazam kar chuki thi.
"Abhi aur hai babu..." Laxmi ki aawaz mein ek thandi, maut jaisi shanti thi. "Sirf mera beta hi madarchod nahi hai... in jhuggi-jhopdiyon mein paida hua har beta madarchod hai! Aur yahan paida hui har beti apne hi baap ki randi hai!"
Mera dimaag fhatne wala tha. Ye shabd nahi the, ye ubalta hua tezaab tha jo mere kano mein dala ja raha tha.
Laxmi lagatar bolti ja rahi thi, "Kayi baapon ne toh yahan jawani aate hi apni betiyon se hi shaadi kar li hai. Kayi beton ne apne baap ke marne ke baad apni maa ko apni aurat bana liya hai... aur kayi dada apni hi potiyon ke saath sote hain. Yahi sach hai is dhool ka! Yahan ke log insaan thodi hain, kide hain hum kide!

Ise badla nahi ja sakta babu. Jo chal raha hai use chalne do, nahi toh is mayajaal mein aise ulajh kar reh jaoge ki tumhari khud ki izzat aur dimaag dono sad jayenge."
Mere dimaag ne kaam karna poori tarah band kar diya tha. Main us tambu ke andhere mein bas use fati aankhon se dekh raha tha. Mera saara wajood, mere saare asool is bhayanak sach ke aage mitti mein mil gaye the.
"Laxmi rand!! Kahan mar gayi saali!!"
Achanak tambu ke bahar se kisi mard ki bohot hi bhaddi, gusse aur hawas se bhari aawaz aayi. Aawaz sunte hi Laxmi ke chehre ka rang ud gaya. Wo ek dum se chauk gayi.
Usne bina ek second barbaad kiye mujhe dhakka dete hue jhopdi ke theek peeche bane hue ek chote se hisse mein dhakel diya. Ye unka makeshift bathroom tha. Wahan zameen par kacchi mitti ki keechad thi, ek tuti hui balti mein geele kapde pade the, aur wahan se saste sabun, peshab (urine) aur silan ki aisi bhayanak badboo aa rahi thi ki mera dum ghutne laga.
Laxmi ne meri aankhon mein ghoor kar ek sakht ishara kiya. "Chup rehna! Ekdum chup! Chahe kuch bhi ho jaye, chahe tu kuch bhi sune ya dekhe, bahar mat aana !"
Itna bol kar usne bathroom aur kamre ke beech latka hua wo patla, ganda aur jali-dar (transparent) parda gira diya. Main us parde ke piche andhere mein chipak kar khada ho gaya. Parda itna patla tha ki mujhe wahan se tambu ke andar ka saara nazara theek se dikh raha tha. Meri saansein mere gale mein atak gayi thin.

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Laxmi ne jaldi se apne bikhre baal theek kiye,

apni choli thodi aur khiski hui chodi aur tambu ka main parda hata diya.
Bahar se ek dubla-patla, kaale rang ka ladka andar ghusa. Uske baal dhoop mein jal kar bhure (brown) ho chuke the, uski aankhein lal thin aur uske chehre par aisi shaitaani aur kaminapan tha jo kisi gunde mein hota hai.

Uski umar mushkil se 19-20 saal rahi hogi.
Laxmi ne ek jhooti, dabi hui muskurahat ke saath usse pucha, "Beta... aaj jaldi aagaya tu kaam se?"
CHAAATAAAAAAK!!!
Ek bhayanak, kaan faad dene wali aawaz us tambu mein goonji. Us ladke ne aate hi poori takat se Laxmi ke chehre par ek zordaar thappad maar diya! Thappad itna tez tha ki Laxmi ka sarr jhatke se ghooma aur wo ladkhada gayi.
"Cheenal saali!!" Ladka puri tarah se darindo ki tarah cheekh raha tha, uski gaaliyan uski gandi mansikta ka saboot de rahi thin. "Madarchod randi! Main aur mera bapu din raat kadi dhoop mein kabaad utha-utha kar apna khoon paseena ek kar rahe hain... aur tu yahan tambu mein aaram se apni gaand tika kar baithi hai?!"
Main parde ke piche se darr ke maare kaanp gaya. Ye wahi ladka tha! Laxmi ka apna saga beta! Apni hi sagi maa ko 'Cheenal', 'Randi' aur 'Madarchod' bolte hue uski zubaan ek baar bhi nahi ladkhadayi, jaise ye is ghar ka roz ka kalesh ho.
Laxmi ne rote hue apna gaal pakda aur dabi aawaz mein boli, "Beta... main aaram nahi kar rahi thi... aah... ahhh haa!"
Laxmi ki baat poori hone se pehle hi us janwar ne apni maa ke lambe kaale baal bohot buri tarah se apni mutthi mein jakad liye! Wo uske baalon ko itni berahmi se khinch raha tha ki Laxmi dard ke maare siskariyan lene lagi.
"Aaram nahi kar rahi thi toh kya apni chut marwa rahi thi andhere mein?!" Us ladke ne uske baal pakad kar uske chehre par thukte hue gaali di.
Laxmi dard se karahte hue boli, "Abhi... abhi dopahar ki tez dhoop nikal rahi hai beta. Highway par gaadiyan nahi ruk rahi hain, grahak nahi aa rahe the... isliye main garmi se bachne ke liye andar aa gayi thi."
"Tere liye hi dhoop pad rahi hai na bhenchod bharwi?!" Ladka gusse mein fhu-fkaar raha tha, uski nazrein apni hi maa ke aage se phate hue deep neck se bahar jhaankti chuchiyon par jami hui thin. "Bahar sun jaakar! Har tambu se kisi na kisi mard ke chillane aur teri jaisi randiyon ki siskariyon ki aawazein aa rahi hain! Sab dhanda kar rahi hain, bas ek tu hi Maharani bani baithi hai!"
Itna bolte hi us janwar ne Laxmi ke baalon ko ek zordaar jhatka diya aur use utha kar theek usi lakdi ki charpayi par phek diya jahan main kuch der pehle baitha tha.
"CHOOOOORRR... KACH-KACH!"
Charpayi ki lakdi buri tarah se chillayi. Laxmi wahan girte hi buri tarah se ulat gayi, uski saari pink kameez aage se poori tarah se ast-vyast ho gayi. Uska bhara hua jism, uski nangi chuchiyaan uske sikhdon ke piche se bahar uchal aayin.
Main bathroom mein khada, geele kapdon aur peshab ki badboo ke beech apni saansein roke ye sab dekh raha tha. Mera dimaag blank ho chuka tha. Main us ladke ko jaan se maar dena chahta tha, par main vahan fas chuka tha.
Tabhi us ladke ne apni mitti se bhari pant ki jeb mein haath dala aur ek mudha hua, maila sa 500 ka note nikala. Usne wo note poori takat se charpayi par giri hui apni maa ke muh par de maara!
"Le rand! 500 ka note! Dihaadi lagakar aaya hoon!" Ladka bilkul kisi ghatiya kothe ke grahak ki tarah pesh aa raha tha.
Aur agle hi second, us 19 saal ke ladke ne apne gande, mitti se sane hath apni khud ki pant ki chain par rakhe. Usne ek hi jhatke mein apni chain kholi, pant niche khiskai aur apna kala, maila land bahar nikaal liya.

Wo apni hi sagi maa ke samne khada hokar kapde utaarne laga tha.
"Aaj subah se tana hua hai kabaad chunte waqt... ab chup chap apni taangein khol aur mujhe shant kar... kutiya saali!"
Parde ke piche khada mera astitva bikhar gaya. Mera dimaag cheekh-cheekh kar rone laga. "Bhagwan ye kya narak hai! Ye log kya hain aur is ladki ka land to kitn bada he?!" Ek taraf main tha jo subah apni Mom ke nazdeek aane par khud ko zinda jala dena chahta tha, aur dusri taraf ye janwar tha, jo 500 rupaye dekar apni hi maa ka jism nochne ja raha tha.


Bathroom ke jali-dar parde ke peeche main sunn khada tha. Meri aankhon ke samne insaniyat ka sabse ghinona roop tha, par mera jism ek ajeeb aur ghatiya kashmakash mein fasa hua tha. Laxmi ne bina kisi der ke apne salwar ka naada khola aur use ek taraf phenk diya, aur phir apni kameez bhi utaar phenki. Ab wo maa aur beta, us andhere tambu mein ek-dusre ke samne poori tarah nange khade the.

Isse pehle ki main apni soch ko sambhal paata, wo ladka ek bhediye ki tarah Laxmi ke upar chadh gaya. Charpayi ki purani lakdi ne ek dardnak "churrr" ki aawaz ki jab usne apna land ek hi jhatke mein pura andar ghusa diya. Main bathroom mein tha aur unki peeth (back) meri taraf thi, isliye mujhe wo har ek ghinoni harakat saaf dikh rahi thi.

Us ladke ka land mere land se bhi bada aur bhayanak tha. Mera khud ka 6 inch ka tha, par uska mujhse bhi 3-4 inch lamba aur pipa (pipe) jaisa 6 inch mota tha. Itne bade size ki wajah se Laxmi ka jism kaanp utha aur uske muh se dard aur hawas bhari siskariyan—"Aha... aha... aah..." nikalne lagin.

Laxmi ki dono tangein upar hawa mein thin aur wo ladka uske muh ko kiss karte hue bade hi ghatiya aur "pyar" bhare lehje mein bola, "Maa... tu kitni pyari hai... tere andar mera land jate hi mera sara gussa aur tension chu-mantar ho jati hai."
Laxmi ne siskte hue jawab diya, "Ahah... beta... tera bhi kitna bada hai... bilkul tere dada Kalu Banjara jaisa..."

Ladke ne apni kamar tezi se chalana shuru kar diya tha. Purani lakdi ki charpayi ki "chur-chur" aur Laxmi ki lagatar badhti hui siskariyan us jhopde mein ek aisi kamuk (erotic) dhun paida kar rahi thin jisne mere dimaag ko sunn kar diya.

Mera wajood is narak ko dekh kar ghin se bhar raha tha, par mere andar ka wo "janwar" jise maine aaj subah se kai baar jagaya tha, wo is nazare se dobara pagal hone laga. Us kamuk sangeet aur samne chal rahi is gandi leela ki wajah se mera land ek baar phir se pant mein pathar ki tarah sakht hokar khada ho gaya.

Main wahan khada, peshab aur silan ki badboo ke beech, apni hi sagi maa ke samne kiye gaye apne gunah aur samne chal rahi is ghinoni haqeeqat ke beech pisa ja raha tha.

Charpayi ki har ek "chur-chur" ke saath mere dimaag ki ek-ek nas phatne ko taiyar thi. Main wahan bathroom ke gande jali-dar parde ke peeche sunn khada tha, jahan se Laxmi ka wo Pink (Gulabi) suit farsh par mitti mein pada dikh raha tha. Wo nazara kisi bhoot-pret ki kahani se bhi zyada darawna aur ghinona tha.

Laxmi ka jism us darinde ke niche kachchi mitti ki tarah dhas raha tha, aur uske muh se nikalne wale shabd meri rooh ko kaanpne par majboor kar rahe the:

Laxmi: "Aha... aaha beta! Mene kitna intezar kiya tera... aah! Teri maa tere land ko lene ke liye betab hai... mera chanda... mera mard!"

Chanda: "Maa... aha! Kitni kase hui chut hai teri... lagta hai subah se kisi ka liya hi nahi hai andar? Haan? Itna kash kahan se aaya?"
Laxmi: "Subah se 5 grahakon ka le chuki hoon... par sab ke sab baccho jaise the. Kisi ka 6 inch, kisi ka 7 inch... mujhe toh pata bhi nahi laga ki mere andar kuch gaya bhi hai ya nahi. Mere jism ki garmi toh sirf mera Chanda hi door kar sakta hai!"

Chanda ne uske baalon ko aur zor se kheencha aur uski aankhon mein jhaank kar pucha, "Maa... sach batana, main bapu ka beta hoon ya dada ka? Kyunki ye zor toh khandani lagta hai!"

Laxmi ne siskte hue ek aisa sach ugla jisne insaniyat ko sharam-sar kar diya:


"Tere bapu ko toh teri randi dadi ne kisi namard ke saath sex karke paida kiya tha! Uske bas ka kuch nahi tha... bhala 8 inch se kya hota hai? Ek aurat ki garmi toh tere jaise land wale mard hi shaant kar sakte hain. In chote land waalon ke paas na toh lambai hoti hai, na motai aur na hi stamina... subah se meri chut mein aag lagi thi, ab jaakar thandak mili hai!"

Main wahan khada-khada computer ki tarah hang ho gaya tha. Mere dimaag mein ek saath kai emotions ka toofan uth raha tha:
Laxmi ki majboori aur uske bete ki darindagi dekh kar mera dil baith raha tha.
Mere andar ka wo "janwar" jo subah Parminder Kaur (Mom) ko dekh kar jaga tha, wo is gande nazare se aur bhi zyada uksaya ja raha tha.
Ek taraf meri Mom thi, jo safed saree mein kisi devi ki tarah pavitra thi, aur dusri taraf ye Laxmi... jo apne hi bete ko 'Mard' keh kar uske niche tadap rahi thi.

Is narak ne mere saamne se sach aur jhoot ka parda poori tarah hata diya tha. Mujhe samajh aa gaya tha ki jis maryada ki main baatein karta hoon, wo is duniya ke kai kono mein sirf ek dhokha hai. Yahan rishte mitti mein mil chuke hain aur sirf jism ki bhookh hi sab kuch hai.

Mujhe apne upar ghin aa rahi thi ki main is sab ka gawah ban raha hoon, par mere kadam wahan se hilne ko taiyar nahi the. Main dekhna chahta tha ki ye darindagi aur kahan tak jati hai.

Kuch der ki us darindagi ke baad, wo ladka (Chanda) ek jungli jaanwar ki tarah gurraya—"Aaaah... aaah... Laxmi meri randi!" Usne apna poora zor lagakar apna land Laxmi ke jism mein dhas diya. Laxmi ne bhi koi kasar nahi chhodi; usne apne dono pair Chanda ki kamar mein kisi bedi (shackles) ki tarah kas liye taaki wo ek boond bhi bahar na nikal sake.

Us narak bhari khamoshi mein, Chanda ne apne jism ka saara "maal" apni hi sagi maa ke andar udelna shuru kar diya. Agle hi pal, wo thak-haar kar Laxmi ke paseene se bheege jism par dher ho gaya.

Paanch minute tak wahan maut jaisa sannata raha. Laxmi, jo abhi-abhi apne hi bete se chud kar hati thi, badi mamta se uske sar par haath pher rahi thi, jaise kisi neek kaam ke baad apne bacche ko dulaar rahi ho.
Tabhi Chanda ne wo baat kahi jisne mere dimaag ki bachi-kuchi nasen bhi hila din.

Chanda: "Laxmi meri rand... main tujhe apni biwi banana chahta hoon.

"Laxmi: "Beta... tera bapu zinda hai abhi tak. Wo kabhi nahi manega.


"Chanda: (Ek thandi muskurahat ke saath) "Pata hai... isiliye toh use nipta kar hi aa raha hoon main."

Laxmi ne jhatke se use apne se door kiya aur fati hui aankhon se use dekhne lagi. Main, jo bathroom ki us peshab wali badboo mein apna land hila raha tha, ye sunte hi sunn (numb) pad gaya. Mere haath ruk gaye, mera saas tham gaya.
Mere hosh udd chuke the. Is basti mein aane ke baad har 5 minute mein mujhe ek aisa jhatka lag raha tha jo kisi ke bhi dimaag ko pagal kar de. Maine socha tha ki Laxmi ye sunkar cheekhegi, apne pati ki maut par matam manayegi ya apne bete ko is ghinone jurm ke liye dhikkaregi. Par yahan toh shaitaniyat ki koi hadd hi nahi thi.

Laxmi ne gussa karne ke bajaye Chanda ko apni baahon mein bhar liya aur use aise choomne lagi jaise usne koi bada inaam jeeta ho.Laxmi: "Accha kiya! Us namard se toh kuch hota hi nahi tha... Mera Chanda! Ab ye Laxmi sirf aur sirf teri hai!"

Mere pair kaampne lage the. Mera dimaag is ghinoni Reality ko hazam nahi kar paa raha tha

Ek Maa: Jo apne hi bete ke niche soti hai aur uske dwara kiye gaye baap ke qatl par jashn manati hai. Jo apne suhaag ke khooni ke hothon ko choom rahi hai, kyunki wo khooni uska apna beta hai Ek Beta: Jo apni hawas aur "maa ko biwi" banane ki chahat mein apne hi baap ka khoon baha deta hai.


Ab mere paas shabd khatam ho gaye the. Sach kya hai, jhoot kya hai, din kya hai aur raat kya... sab ek gande kichad mein mil chuke the. Wo dono wahan charpayi par nange pade ek-dusre ko chaat rahe the, aur main yahan bathroom mein khada ye soch raha tha ki main kis duniya mein jee raha hoon.

Subah jab maine apni Mom ko dekha tha, toh mujhe lag raha tha ki maine koi bada paap kar diya hai. Mujhe guilt ho raha tha ki maine unhe gandi nazar se dekha. Par is narak ko dekhne ke baad mujhe samajh aaya ki asli Ghin aur asli Darkness kya hoti hai. Yahan rishte sirf mitti nahi the, wo tezaab mein jal kar raakh ho chuke the. Laxmi aur Chanda ki wo siskariyan ab kisi insaan ki nahi, balki do bhediyon ki thi jo maut aur paap ki laash par baith kar jashn mana rahe the.

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