Adultery Sasur aur Bahu Ki Anokhi Kahani

[wofeloh916]

This story is inspired by existing incomplete story by

Ghostprotocal​

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Chapter 1: Susheel Bahu aur Desi Sasur (Introduction)

[Location: Sneha aur Raju ka Bedroom, Subah 6:15 AM]
Sannata... kamre mein bas AC ki halki si hum aur ghadi ki tik-tik gunj rahi thi. Maine apni aankhein kholi aur ceiling ko ghura. Ek aur din. Wahi routine. Wahi khali pan.
Main bistar se uthi, mere reshami nighty ka strap mere kandhe se fisal kar meri gori, makhmali baah par gir gaya. Saamne dressing table ka bada sa aaina tha. Maine khud ko dekha.
"Hey Bhagwan... ye kiske liye hai?" maine dheere se khud se kaha, meri awaz mein ek ajeeb si dard bhari khanak thi.
Aaine mein jo dikh raha tha, wo kisi apsara se kam nahi tha. Mera naam Sneha hai, aur umar 23 saal. Log kehte hain jawani deewani hoti hai, par meri jawani toh bas in char diwari mein ghut rahi thi. Maine apne dono hath apne sine par rakhe. Mere chuche... pure 32 ke size ke, ekdam tight aur khade huye. Bina bra ke bhi ye kisi patthar ki tarah sakht the, jinke nipple nighty ke barik kapde ko cheerne ki koshish kar rahe the.
Maine apni patli kamar par hath firaaya... 28 ki lachakdar kamar, jise pakad kar agar koi mard masal de toh main wahi pighal jaaun. Aur fir niche... mere 34 ke bhare huye hips, jo chlte waqt kisi pendulum ki tarah hilte the. Main ekdam 'doodh ki tarah gori' thi, jaisa shadi ke vigyapan mein likha hota hai. Koi daag nahi, koi charbi nahi, bas makhan jaisa badan.
Par ye makhan pighalne ke liye koi aag hi nahi thi. Raju... mere pati, wo acche the, par thande the. Raat ko bas thoda sa pyaar, aur fir neend. Meri pyas... wo gehari pyas jo meri nabhi ke niche dhadakti thi, wo kabhi puri nahi bujhti thi.
"Snehaaa! Bahu!! Are 6 baj gaye, chai ka paani chadhaya ki nahi?"
Niche se meri saas, Shanta Devi ki teekhi awaz aayi, jisne mere khayalon ka sheesha tod diya.
"Aa rahi hoon Maa ji!" maine chillakar jawab diya, par andar hi andar ek lambi saans chhodi. Ek susheel bahu ka naqaab pehenne ka waqt ho gaya tha. Maine jaldi se apni nighty utari aur bra-panty pehni. Aaine mein ek pal ke liye apne nange badan ko dekha—ek perfect art piece jo kisi museum mein hona chahiye tha, par yahan dhool kha raha tha. Maine ek simple si cotton ki saree lapeti, pallu ko acche se set kiya taaki mera badan dhak jaye, par andar ka ubaar aur hips ki golai chupaana namumkin tha.
[Location: Ghar ka Aangan (Courtyard), Subah 6:45 AM]
Rasoi mein chai ubal rahi thi, adrak aur elaichi ki mehak hawa mein thi. Lekin mujhe jis cheez ki mehak sabse zyada attract kar rahi thi, wo rasoi ki khidki ke bahar se aa rahi thi.
Hamara ghar purane zamane ka tha, beech mein bada sa aangan jahan subah ki dhoop seedhi padti thi. Aur wahan... wahan mere sasur ji, Suresh, apna nitya niyam (daily routine) kar rahe the.
Main chai chhanne ka natak karte huye khidki ki aad mein khadi ho gayi. Ye mera roz ka secret ritual tha.
Suresh ji... umar 56 saal. Par dekhne mein? Kisi bhi 25 saal ke gym jaane wale ladke ko mitti mein mila dein. Wo ekdam 'khet ke mard' the. Rang gehra sanwla (dark), dhoop mein tapa hua loha jaisa. Unke chehre par wo sakhti thi jo gaon ke bade-budhon mein hoti hai, par unki aankhon mein ek aisi chamak thi jo bataati thi ki engine abhi bhi naya hai.
Unhone apni shirt utar rakhi thi. Unka choura seena (broad chest) safed aur kaale baalon se bhara hua tha, jo pasine se bheeg kar unki skin se chipak gaye the. Wo mitti ke akhade wale aadmi the, purane pehelwan.
"Hmph... hmph... hmph..."
Unki har saans ke sath unka seena phoolta aur pichakta tha. Wo 'Dand-Baithak' laga rahe the.
Maine apni saansein rok li.
Ek... do... teen...
Wo neeche jhukte, unki peeth ki muscles kisi saanp ki tarah leherati, aur fir upar aate toh unke biceps kisi nariyal ki tarah sakht ho jate. Unhone sirf ek purani, dhili si lungi pehen rakhi thi, jise unhone upar karke apni jaanghon (thighs) ke paas baandh rakha tha.
Hey Bhagwan... unki jaanghein. Moti, sakht, aur kaale baalon se dhaki hui. Raju ki tarah chikni aur patli nahi, balki ekdam bhari hui, jaise kisi purane bargad ki jadein hon. Unke pure shareer par 'Sarso ka tel' laga hua tha, jo subah ki dhoop mein sone ki tarah chamak raha tha. Tel aur pasine ki wo mixed smell... wo 'mardana' khushboo hawa ke sath udkar meri naak mein ghus rahi thi, aur mujhe nasha sa ho raha tha.
Wo 56 ke the, par jab wo squats kar rahe the, toh unki lungi ke agle hisse mein... wahan kuch tha jo hil raha tha. Ek bhari, mota sa ubaar jo lungi ke kapde se jhakadne ki koshish kar raha tha. Main janti thi main galat kar rahi hoon, main apne sasur ko ghur rahi hoon, par meri aankhein hat hi nahi rahi thi.
Mera dil dhak-dhak karne laga. Meri saree ke andar, meri panty mein halki si gilaas mehsoos hone lagi. Soch kar hi ki ye aadmi... ye lohe jaisa aadmi agar kisi aurat ko pakad le, toh uska kya haal karega.
"Bahu? Chai?"
Suresh ji ki bhari, garajdar awaz aayi. Wo achanak ruk gaye the aur seedha rasoi ki khidki ki taraf dekh rahe the.
Main hadbada gayi. "J-Ji Babuji... bas laa rahi hoon," meri awaz kaanp gayi. Maine jaldi se pallu thik kiya, tray uthayi aur aangan mein kadam rakha.
Jaise hi main unke paas pahunchi, unki heat mujhe mehsoos hui. Wo zameen par chataai bichha kar baithe the, pasina unke mathe se tapak kar unki ghani moochhon par aa ruka tha.
"Rakh de wahan," unhone bina meri taraf dekhe kaha, apni gamchha se gardan pochte huye.
Maine chai ka cup unke paas rakha. Jhukte waqt, meri saree ka pallu thoda sa sarak gaya, aur mere blouse ka deep neck thoda expose ho gaya. Sirf ek second ke liye.
Maine dekha... ya shayad mujhe laga... ki Suresh ji ki nazar chai ke cup se hatkar seedha mere blouse ke andar gayi thi. Unki aankhein... wo tharki nahi thin, wo bhookhi thin. Ek shikaari ki aankhein.
Main turant seedhi ho gayi, chehra laal pad gaya.
"Aur kuch chahiye Babuji?" maine neeche dekhte huye pucha. Meri nazar unki lungi par gayi. Wo baith gaye the, aur lungi thodi khuli thi. Unki moti, hairy thigh ka andaruni hissa dikh raha tha, aur wahan... kaale, ghane baalon ka jungle... uff.
"Nahi," unhone chai ki chuski li, awaz mein ek ajeeb si ghutan thi. "Jaa, apni saas ko dekh, chillati rehti hai subah se."
Main wahan se bhagi. Literally bhagi rasoi ki taraf.
Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
"Sneha, tu paagal ho gayi hai," maine khud ko daanta. "Wo tere sasur hain, tere pita samaan."
Par mere shareer ko rishton ki samajh nahi thi. Mere kaan mein abhi bhi unki wo bhari saansein gunj rahi thi, aur aankhon mein wo tel se chamakta hua, 56 saal ka tagda, anghad mardana jism naach raha tha.
Wahi dur se, Shanta Maa ji ki awaz aayi, "Are O Suresh! Din bhar bas tel malte rahoge ya khet par bhi jaoge? Dekho toh zara, budhapa aa gaya par shauk nawabon wale hain."
Maine diwar se tek laga li aur apni aankhein band kar li. Shanta maa ji ko kya pata... asli mard kya hota hai. Suresh ji bhale hi gawar dikhte hon, kala rang ho, par unke us pasine wale shareer mein jo kashish thi... wo Raju ke suit-boot mein bhi nahi thi.
Main ek susheel bahu thi. Main Sneha thi. Par us pal, rasoi ke us kone mein khadi hokar, jab maine apni thighs ko aapas mein ragada, toh mujhe ehsaas hua... main andar se kitni pyasi thi. Aur darawani baat ye thi... ki wo pyas mere pati ke liye nahi thi.

Chapter 2: Soona Aangan, Teekhe Taane
[Location: Sneha aur Raju ka Bedroom, Raat ke 11:30 PM]
Kamre mein andhera tha, bas bahar sadak ki light ki ek patli si kiran khidki se chhan kar bistar par gir rahi thi. Wo kiran seedha meri nangi peeth par pad rahi thi.
Main pet ke bal leti hui thi, mera chehra takiye mein dhasa hua tha. Meri saansein tez thin, aur mera poora shareer pasine mein bheega hua tha. Mere 34 size ke hips hawa mein uthe huye the, aur Raju... Raju mere upar haanf rahe the.
"Bas... bas ho gaya Sneha..." Raju ki awaz mein wo mardana nasha nahi tha, balki ek thakan thi. Ek 'duty' puri karne ki thakan.
Unhone apne aap ko mujh se alag kiya aur bistar ke doosri taraf ludhak gaye.
Main waisi hi padi rahi. Meri yoni (vagina) gili thi, par wo gilaapan josh ka kam aur majboori ka zyada tha. Pichle teen saalon se yahi ho raha tha. Hum sex karte the, par 'pyar' nahi karte the. Hum bas 'bacha paida karne ki koshish' kar rahe the.
Calendar ke hisab se aaj mera 'fertile day' tha. Doctor ne bola tha aaj zaroori hai. Toh bas... Raju aaye, bina kisi foreplay ke, bina mere chuche dabaye, bina mujhe garam kiye... bas andar daala, do minute hilaaya, maal chhoda aur hat gaye.
Maine dheere se karwat badli aur chhat (ceiling) ko dekha. Mera badan... ye 23 saal ka jawan, kasa hua badan abhi bhi pyaasa tha. Raju ka paani mere andar tha, par meri aag nahi bujhi thi.
Maine apne haath se apne hi breast ko chua. Nipple abhi bhi sakht tha, dard kar raha tha ki koi use muh mein le, use chuse, use kaate. Par Raju ki taraf se gharrati ki awaz aane lagi thi.
Mere andar ek ajeeb si ghutan hui. Kya yahi meri zindagi hai? Ek taraf mera jawan jism jo cheekh-cheekh kar mard ka asli pyar maangta hai, wo ragad maangta hai jo haddiyan hila de... aur dusri taraf ye thanda bistar aur 'Baby Planning' ka bojhal schedule.
Meri aankhon se ek aansu tapak kar takiye mein jazb ho gaya. Main ek machine ban gayi thi. Ek khubsurat, gori, shape mein bani hui baccha paida karne wali machine... jo kharab ho chuki thi.
[Location: Dining Room, Agli Subah 9:00 AM]
Subah ka naashta (breakfast) table par laga hua tha. Par mahual kisi shamshaan se kam nahi tha.
Suresh Babuji apne akhbaar mein dhyan lagaye huye the, par unki plate mein rakha paratha thanda ho raha tha. Raju jaldi-jaldi chai pee rahe the, office jaane ki jaldi thi.
Aur main... main Shanta Maa ji ki taraf dekhne se bach rahi thi.
"Arre bahu," Shanta ji ne chai ka cup zor se table par rakha. Awaz se main seham gayi.
"Kal Pados wali Verma ki bahu ko dekha? Godh bharayi thi uski. Do saal huye shadi ko, aur dusra bacha pet mein hai. Aur yahan..."
Unhone mujhe upar se neeche tak ghura. Unki nazrein mere tight suit, mere ubhre huye seene aur meri patli kamar par ruki.
"Yahan toh bas figure maintain ho raha hai. Roop-rang ka achaar dalungi main agar ghar mein kilkari nahi goonji toh?"
Mera niwala gale mein atak gaya.
"Maa ji, hum koshish kar rahe hain..." maine dheere se kaha, nazrein jhuka kar.
"Koshish? Khaak koshish!" Wo chilla padi. "Paanch saal Sneha! Paanch saal ho gaye! Khet sukha ho toh beej kya karega? Zameen mein hi khot hai lagta hai. Pata nahi kis manhoos ghadi mein rishta kiya tha."
Mere kaan garam ho gaye. 'Manhoos', 'Sukha khet'... ye shabd mere dil par tezaab ki tarah gir rahe the. Maine Raju ki taraf dekha. Ek umeed thi ki wo bolenge. Wo kahenge ki 'Maa, Sneha ko mat danto, hum dono ki baat hai.'
Par Raju... mere pati, jinke liye main har raat apne pair failati hoon... wo chupchap gardan jhukaye mobile dekhne ka natak kar rahe the. Unki ye khamoshi mujhe unke 'prem-rahit' sex se zyada chubhti thi.
"Suresh ji, aap kuch bolte kyun nahi?" Saas ne ab sasur ji ki taraf rukh kiya. "Aapka vansh doob raha hai aur aap akhbaar padh rahe hain?"
Suresh ji ne akhbaar neeche kiya. Unki laal aankhein meri taraf ghumi. Unhone mujhe dekha—meri bhari hui aankhein, mera kaanpta hua nichla honth, aur gusse se tez chalti meri saansein jisse mera seena zor-zor se upar-neeche ho raha tha.
"Shanta, bas kar," Suresh ji ki awaz bhari aur thoss thi. "Nashta karne de ladke ko."
Bas itna? Sirf nashta karne de? Mere liye koi defense nahi?
Mujhe laga jaise kamre ki hawa khatam ho gayi hai. Maine apni plate sarka di. Kursi piche ki aur khadi ho gayi.
"Mera pet bhar gaya hai," maine kaanpti awaz mein kaha aur apne kamre ki taraf bhaagi.
Piche se Saas ki awaz aayi, "Haan haan, bhaag ja. Sach sunna kahan bardasht hota hai Maharani ko. Nakhre dekho zara!"
[Location: Bedroom, Dopahar 2:00 PM]
Main suitcase mein apne kapde thoos rahi thi. Aansu rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the. Mera dimaag sunn pad gaya tha. Paanch saal se main sun rahi hoon. Har mahine period aata hai toh rona aata hai, aur upar se ye taane.
Mujhe laga tha Raju mujhe rokenege. Wo kamre mein aaye the jab main pack kar rahi thi.
"Ye kya bachpana hai Sneha?" Raju ne darwaze par khade hokar kaha.
"Bachpana?" Main ghum kar unpar chillayi. Pehli baar main unpar chillayi thi. "Aap wahan goonge ban kar baithe the Raju! Maa ji ne mujhe kya kya nahi kaha? 'Khot zameen mein hai'... aur aapne ek shabd nahi bola? Kya main akeli zimmedar hoon?"
Raju ne nazrein chura li. "Maa hai wo, purane khayaal ki hain. Unki baton ka bura mat mana kar."
"Bura na maanu?" Main unke kareeb gayi, meri aankhein aag ugal rahi thi. "Toh kya karun? Mar jaaun? Agar mujhme kami hai toh mujhe chhod dijiye! Par main ye roz-roz ki zillat nahi sahungi. Main Maayke jaa rahi hoon. Jab tak aapko meri izzat ki parwah nahi hogi, main wapas nahi aungi."
Maine bag uthaya aur unko dhakka dete huye bahar nikal gayi. Raju ne mujhe roka nahi. Shayad wo khud bhi darrte the... apni maa se, ya shayad us sach se jo hum dono avoid kar rahe the.

[Location: Maayke (Sneha ke Parents ka Ghar), Shaam 7:00 PM]
Ghar ki dehleez par mujhe dekh kar Mummy hairan reh gayi thi. Par mere sooje huye chehre ko dekh kar unhone koi sawal nahi kiya, bas mujhe gale laga liya. Maayke ki wo familiar khushboo... wo sukoon... mujhe laga main pighal jaungi.
Raat ko khana khane ke baad, main Mummy ki god mein sar rakh kar leti thi. Papa so chuke the. Kamre mein sirf hum maa-beti the.
"Kab tak chalega ye Sneha?" Mummy ne mere baalon mein ungliyan ferte huye pucha. "Paanch saal koi kam waqt nahi hota beta."
"Main kya karun Mummy?" Maine sisakte huye kaha. "Maine har vrat rakha, har dawai khaayi, har totka kiya. Reports bhi toh normal hain meri. Doctor ne bola mera uterus ekdam healthy hai, main maa ban sakti hoon. Par..."
Mummy ka hath ruk gaya. Unhone mujhe seedha kiya aur meri aankhon mein dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek alag si samajh thi, wo tajurba jo mujhe abhi tak nahi tha.
"Teri report normal hai na?" Mummy ne gambhirta se pucha.
"Haan," maine gardan hilayi.
"Toh phir Raju ka checkup hua?"
Ye sawal sunkar main chup ho gayi. "Nahi... wo... mard hain na... unhe lagta hai kami mujhme hi hogi. Aur Saas bhi yahi kehti hain."
Mummy ne ek gehri saans li aur thoda aage jhuki, unki awaz dheemi ho gayi jaise koi raaz bata rahi hon.
"Pagli, ye mardon ka ahankaar (ego) hi toh sabse badi bimari hai. Agar khet hara-bhara hai, paani bhi time par diya ja raha hai, fir bhi fasal nahi ug rahi... toh ho sakta hai beej mein hi jaan na ho."
Mera dil zor se dhadka. "Mummy, aapka matlab..."
"Mera matlab saaf hai Sneha," Mummy ne sakhti se kaha. "Tu khubsurat hai, jawan hai, healthy hai. Tere shareer mein wo kashish hai ki murde ko bhi zinda kar de. Agar Raju tujhe 5 saal mein bhi maa nahi bana paaya, toh kami usme ho sakti hai. Wapas jaa, aur is baar rona nahi. Is baar shart rakhna—ki Damad ji apna test karwayenge."
Maine Mummy ko dekha. Unki baton ne mere dimaag mein ek nayi roshni jala di thi. Ab tak main khud ko 'banjh' samajh kar kos rahi thi. Par kya Mummy sahi thi?
Kya kami Raju mein thi?
Kya wo jo bed par jaldi thak jate the, jo wo josh nahi dikha paate the... kya wo isiliye tha ki wo andar se khokhle the?
Ek ajeeb sa khayal mere dimaag mein aaya. Agar Raju baap nahi ban sakta... toh mera kya hoga? Mere is bhare-pure jism ka kya hoga jo har raat tadapta hai?
Lekin Mummy ki baat ne mujhe ek nayi taqat di thi.
"Theek hai Mummy," maine apne aansu ponche. Meri aankhon mein ab dukh nahi, ek zid thi. "Main unka test karwa kar rahungi. Doodh ka doodh aur paani ka paani hona zaroori hai."
Uss raat, apne purane bistar par let kar, mujhe nind nahi aayi. Mere dimaag mein Saas ke taane, Suresh ji ki wo bhookhi nazrein, aur Mummy ka shakk... sab ghum raha tha. Kahani ab badalne wali thi. Aur mujhe andaza bhi nahi tha ki ye 'Test' meri zindagi ko kis gande aur gehre mod par le jaane wala tha.

 

[wofeloh916]

Chapter 3: Mardangi ka Saboot
[Location: City Hospital, Dr. Mehta ka Clinic, Dopahar 11:45 AM]
Hospital ki wo teekhi phenyl ki badboo mere naak mein chubhan paida kar rahi thi. Waiting room mein bheed thi, par mere aur Raju ke beech ek ajeeb sa sannata tha.
Main plastic ki kursi par baithi thi. Aaj maine ek gehre laal rang ki chiffon saree pehni thi. Mummy ne kaha tha laal rang shubh hota hai, suhag ka rang hota hai. Par aaj ye rang mujhe khatre ka nishaan lag raha tha. Saree ka kapda mere bhare huye jism se chipka hua tha. Mere 34 size ke chuche, jo gusse aur ghabrahat mein aur bhi zyada tanne huye lag rahe the, blouse ke gale se jhankne ki koshish kar rahe the.
Aas-paas baithe kuch mareez aur unke attenders mujhe ghur rahe the. Ek aadmi, jo shayad apni pregnant biwi ke sath aaya tha, baar-baar meri kamar ke us hisse ko dekh raha tha jo saree aur blouse ke beech nanga tha. Uski bhookhi nazrein mere gori chamdi par reng rahi thin. Aamtaur par main asahaj ho jati, par aaj mujhe koi fark nahi pad raha tha. Mera pura dhyaan mere pati par tha.
Raju mere bagal mein baithe the. Unka chehra peela pad gaya tha. AC chal raha tha, phir bhi unke maathe par pasine ki boondein chamak rahi thin. Unke haath, jo unhone apne ghutno par rakhe the, halka-halka kaanp rahe the.
"Raju?" maine dheere se unke haath par apna haath rakha. Mera haath mulayam aur garam tha, unka haath thanda aur pasine se chipchipa.
Wo chonkk gaye. "H-Haan Sneha?"
"Darr lag raha hai?" maine pucha, meri awaz mein narmi thi par aankhon mein sawal.
Unhone sookhe gale se thook nigla. "Nahi... darr kis baat ka? Bas reports ka wait kar raha hoon. Sab theek hi hoga."
Wo jhooth bol rahe the. Unki aankhein mujhse nazrein nahi mila pa rahi thin. Wo meri taraf dekhte, meri chhati par nazar atak jati, aur fir sharam se jhuk jati. Jaise unhe ehsaas ho raha ho ki wo is 'bhare-pure' jism ke layhak nahi hain.
"Mr. & Mrs. Rajesh Kumar?" Nurse ne awaz lagayi.
Raju jhatke se khade huye, jaise kisi ne unhe current laga diya ho. Maine apna pallu theek kiya, gehari saans li taaki meri dhadkanein kabu mein aayein, aur unke piche chal di. Mere hips ki chaal us corridor mein sabki nazrein kheench rahi thi, par hum dono ek aise sach ki taraf badh rahe the jo humari duniya badalne wala tha.
[Location: Dr. Mehta ka Cabin]
Dr. Mehta ek buzurg aur gambhir aadmi the. Unke haath mein ek file thi. Hum dono unke saamne baithe.
Dr. Mehta ne chashme ke upar se humein dekha. Pehle mujhe dekha—ek healthy, jawan, khubsurat aurat. Fir Raju ko dekha—ek ghabraya hua, kamzor padta hua mard.
"Mrs. Sneha," Doctor ne file band karke table par rakhi. "Aapki reports maine dobara check ki hain. Aap bilkul perfectly healthy hain. In fact, aapka uterus aur hormonal levels itne acche hain ki aapko conceive karne mein koi dikkat nahi honi chahiye thi. You are extremely fertile."
Mere kaandhon se jaise manno ka bojh utar gaya. Main banjh nahi hoon. Main adhoori nahi hoon.
Lekin fir, Doctor ne wo file Raju ki taraf sarkayi.
Kamre ka taapmaan achanak gir gaya.
"Par Raju..." Doctor ne thodi sakhti aur thodi hamdardi ke sath kaha. "Reports achi nahi hain."
Raju ne sar niche kar liya. Unke haath zor se kursi ke handle ko pakad rahe the, itne zor se ki unki knuckles safed pad gayi thin.
"Matlab Doctor sahab?" Maine aage jhukte huye pucha. Mera pallu mere kandhe se sarak kar meri baah par gir gaya, par maine dhyan nahi diya.
"Raju ko 'Severe Oligospermia' hai," Doctor ne saaf shabdon mein kaha. "Sadharan bhasha mein kahein toh, inke sperm count na ke barabar hain. Aur jo hain, unki quality aur motility bahut kam hai."
Sannata.
Ek bhayanak sannata.
Bas ghadi ki tik-tik sunayi de rahi thi.
"Iska... iska matlab?" Meri awaz phat rahi thi.
Doctor ne seedha meri aankhon mein dekha. "Iska matlab ye hai Mrs. Sneha, ki Raju natural tarike se kabhi baap nahi ban sakte. Aapke pregnant na hone ki wajah aap nahi, aapke pati hain."
Ek pal ke liye mujhe laga kisi ne mere kaan ke neeche tamacha maara ho.
Paanch saal. Paanch saal se main Saas ke taane sun rahi thi. Paanch saal se main mandir mein naak ragad rahi thi. Paanch saal se main khud ko 'kharab' samajh rahi thi.
Aur kami? Kami Raju mein thi.
"Nahi..." Raju ke muh se ek dabi hui siski nikli.
Wo toot gaye. Wahin doctor ke saamne, wo kursi par jhuk gaye aur unhone apna chehra haathon mein chupa liya.
"M-Mujhe... mujhe shaq tha Doctor..." Raju ro rahe the. Ek mard ka rona dekhna bahut ajeeb hota hai, khas kar tab jab wo apni namardangi par ro raha ho.
"Raju?" Main shocked thi. "Aapko... aapko shaq tha?"
Raju ne bheegi aankhon se meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein wo dard tha jo kisi ghayal janwar ki aankhon mein hota hai.
"Haan Sneha... bachpan mein mujhe mumps huye the... infection hua tha... mujhe laga tha shayad asar hua ho. Par... par jab tumhari reports normal aayi, toh mujhe laga shayad main theek hoon. Main himmat nahi kar paaya check karwane ki. Main darrta tha Sneha... ki main tumhe kho dunga."
Unki baat sunkar gussa aana chahiye tha, par mujhe taras aaya. Wo kitne chhote lag rahe the us waqt. Ek haara hua mard.
Maine dekha ki kaise wo sharam se simat rahe the. Unhe lag raha tha ki wo mere is jawan, 'extremely fertile' shareer ke laayak nahi hain.
Doctor ne pani ka gilaas Raju ki taraf badhaya. "Dekhiye, rone se kuch nahi hoga. Science ne tarraki ki hai. IVF hai, donor sperm hai. Raste hain."
"Donor?" Raju chilaya, ansuon ke beech gussa aa gaya. "Kisi aur ka khoon? Meri biwi ke andar kisi aur gair mard ka beej? Kabhi nahi! Mar jaunga par ye nahi hone dunga."
[Location: Hospital Parking Lot, Car ke andar, 12:30 PM]
Hum clinic se bahar aa gaye the. Raju car ki steering wheel par sar rakh kar ro rahe the. Parking sunsaan thi.
Main unke bagal wali seat par baithi thi. Meri saree ka pallu ab puri tarah gir chuka tha, mera cleavage deep dikh raha tha, par Raju ki himmat nahi thi meri taraf dekhne ki.
Maine apna haath unke sar par rakha aur unke baalon mein ungliyan ferne lagi.
"Raju... chup ho jaiye."
Wo jhatke se uthe aur meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhein laal thin.
"Kya chup ho jaaun Sneha? Sab khatam ho gaya! Main namard hoon! Main... main apni biwi ko khush nahi kar sakta, use maa nahi bana sakta. Maa sahi kehti thi, khet sookha hai... par galti khet ki nahi, kisaan ki hai jo pani hi nahi de sakta!"
Unke shabd bahut crude aur dil cheerne wale the.
"Aisa mat boliye," maine unhe apni taraf khincha. Unka sar mere seene par aa gaya.
Maine unhe apni chhati se laga liya. Ek maa ki tarah, aur ek mehbooba ki tarah. Mere naram, bade boobs unke chehre se dab gaye. Unke aansu mere blouse ko gila karne lage.
"Main aapko chhod kar nahi ja rahi Raju," maine fusfusaya. "Hum koi na koi rasta nikal lenge."
Raju ne apna chehra mere dono boobs ke beech ragada, jaise wo wahan chhip jana chahte hon duniya ki nazron se.
"Sneha..." wo sisak rahe the. "Mujhe maaf kar do. Maine tumhari jawani barbad kar di. Tum... tum itni sundar ho, itni 'garam' ho... tumhe ek asli mard chahiye tha jo tumhe bhar sake... aur tumhe kya mila? Ek khokhla aadmi."
Unki baat sunkar mere shareer mein ek current daud gaya. Wo apni hi kami ko bayan kar rahe the, par unke shabdon mein ek ajeeb si sachayi thi.
Haan, main garam thi. Haan, mujhe bhara jana tha.
Par maine wo khayal jhatak diya.
"Shhh..." maine unka muh band karne ke liye apni ungli unke honthon par rakhi. "Aap mere pati hain. Kami hai toh kya hua, hum mil kar jhelenge. Saas-Sasur se baat karenge."
Raju ne meri ungli hataayi aur meri aankhon mein dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek pagalpan sa tha.
"Nahi! Maa-Papa ko nahi bataunga ki main namard hoon! Papa... Papa toh gaon ke pehelwan hain... wo kya sochenge? Ki unka beta hijda nikla? Unki izzat mitti mein mil jayegi Sneha. Ye baat hamare beech rahegi."
"Toh kya karenge Raju?" Maine jhallakar pucha. "Bacha toh chahiye na? Vansh toh chahiye na unhe?"
Raju ne steering wheel ko zor se mukka maara.
"Vansh... haan Vansh..." wo khud se budbudaye. "Khoon toh wahi chahiye... mera khoon..."
Unki nazrein shunya mein ghum rahin thin, jaise koi bohot khatarnak plan unke dimaag mein pak raha ho.
"Raju?" maine unhe hilaaya.
Unhone meri taraf dekha, par is baar unki nazron mein sirf dukh nahi tha... wahan ek determination thi, ek aisi soch thi jo samajik dayron ko todne wali thi.
"Ghar chalo Sneha. Mujhe Papa se baat karni hai. Akele mein."
"Papa se? Par abhi toh aapne kaha..."
"Maine kaha tha main namard hoon ye nahi bataunga," Raju ne engine start kiya, unki awaz mein ek thandi lehar thi. "Par vansh kaise aage badhega... iska intezam toh karna padega. Aur wo intezam... ghar ke andar hi hoga."
Gadi start hui aur hum ghar ki taraf badh gaye. Mujhe ghabrahat ho rahi thi. Raju ke dimaag mein kya chal raha tha? 'Ghar ke andar intezam'?
Meri aankhon ke saamne achanak Suresh ji ka chehra aa gaya—wo pasine mein lath-path, tel laga hua sharir, wo bhari hui jaanghein.
Mera dil dhak se reh gaya. Kya Raju wahi soch rahe the jo main sochne se bhi darr rahi thi?
Hawa mein ek ajeeb sa erotic tension tha. Ek taraf ek toota hua pati, aur dusri taraf ek jawaan, fertile biwi... aur beech mein ek 'Desi Mard' sasur jo ghar par intezar kar raha tha.

 

[wofeloh916]

Chapter 4: 'Papa' Wala Suggestion


[Location: Gandhi Park, Ek sunsaan kone wali bench, Shaam 6:45 PM]
Sooraj dhal chuka tha. Park mein andhera failne laga tha, bas street lights ki peeli roshni pedon ke patton se chhan kar aa rahi thi. Hum park ke us hisse mein baithe the jahan couples kam aur sannata zyada tha.
Raju cement ki bench par jhuk kar baithe the, unke haath unke baalon ko noch rahe the. Aur main... main unke bagal mein baithi thi, meri aankhein sooji hui thin. Maine apni laal saree ka pallu kaske apne chaati ke gird lapet rakha tha, jaise main khud ko bikhne se rok rahi hoon. Mere 34 size ke boobs har siski ke sath upar-neeche ho rahe the, blouse ke hook par dabav daalte huye.
"Raju..." maine himmat karke unka haath pakda. "Ghar chaliye. Yahan baithne se kya hoga?"
Raju ne jhatke se sar uthaya. Unki aankhein aisi lag rahi thin jaise unhone koi bhoot dekh liya ho.
"Ghar? Kaunsa ghar Sneha? Wo ghar jahan mera vansh khatam hone wala hai? Jahan main apne baap ko muh dikhane layak nahi raha?"
"Aisa mat boliye," main unke kareeb khisaki. Meri garam saansein unke kaan par pad rahi thin. "Doctor ne kaha na, Donor sperm le sakte hain. IVF kara lenge. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega. Bacha humara hi kehlayega."
"Humara?" Raju ne ek kadwi hasi hasi. Unhone mere kandhon ko pakad liya aur mujhe jhanjhod diya.
"Sneha, tum samajh nahi rahi ho! Donor matlab koi gair mard! Koi anjaan aadmi! Tumhare is pavitra jism mein, tumhari is kokh mein kisi sadak chaap ka beej jayega? Socho Sneha... jab wo bacha bada hoga, aur uski shakal mujhse nahi milegi... jab uski aadatein mujhse nahi milengi... toh main kaise bardasht karunga? Har baar jab main us bache ko dekhunga, mujhe yaad aayega ki wo mera khoon nahi hai. Wo kisi aur ka hai jisne meri biwi ko... bhale hi injection se... par meri biwi ko fertilize kiya hai."
Raju ki pakad mere naram baazuon par sakht hoti ja rahi thi. Mujhe dard ho raha tha par main chup rahi.
"Toh phir raasta kya hai Raju?" maine rote huye pucha. "Aap baap nahi ban sakte, aur aapko bahar ka khoon manzoor nahi. Toh kya hum bina bache ke rahenge?"
Raju ne meri aankhon mein dekha. Unki putliyan faili hui thin.
"Nahi... bacha toh hoga. Aur isi khandaan ka hoga. Mera khoon nahi toh kya... mere baap ka toh khoon hai?"
Main hairani se unhe dekhne lagi. "Matlab? Aapka koi bhai nahi hai Raju, aap iklaute ho."
Raju ne ek gehri, kanpti hui saans li. Wo thoda aage jhuke, unka chehra mere chehre ke ekdam paas aa gaya.
"Bhai nahi hai... par Pita toh hai."
Sannata.
Park ki hawa achanak ruk gayi. Mere dimaag ne unke shabdon ko process karne se inkaar kar diya.
"K-Kya?" meri awaz gale mein atak gayi.
"Papa," Raju ne fusfusaya, par wo shabd kisi bomb ki tarah gire. "Papa ka sperm, Sneha. Socho... Papa ka khoon hi mera khoon hai. Main unhi ka beta hoon. Agar unka beej tumhare andar jayega, toh jo bacha paida hoga wo geneticaly mera bhai hoga, par dikhne mein... khoon mein... wo puri tarah 'Rathor' khandaan ka hoga. Koi milawat nahi. Koi gair mard nahi."
Mujhe laga mujhe ulti aa jayegi.
Mera dimaag ghoom gaya. Meri aankhon ke saamne subah ka wo scene aa gaya—Suresh ji ka tel laga badan, wo hairy chest, wo moti jaanghein... aur Raju chahte the ki wo aadmi... mere sasur... mujhe...?
"Cheeeee!" Main cheekh padi aur jhatke se khadi ho gayi. "Aap paagal ho gaye hain Raju? Wo mere sasur hain! Wo aapke pita hain! Aapko sharam nahi aati apni biwi ke baare mein aisi gandi baat karte huye? Chhi!"
Raju bhi khade ho gaye. Wo mere saamne aa gaye, rasta rokte huye.
"Isme ganda kya hai Sneha? Ye medical zarurat hai! Doctor bhi toh kisi ka sperm daalega na? Toh kisi anjaan aadmi ka ganda khoon lene se accha hai ki hum ghar ka shuddh khoon use karein. Papa healthy hain... tumne dekha hai unhe... 56 ki umar mein bhi wo jawano ko pachaad dete hain. Unka beej mazboot hai Sneha."
"Chup rahiye!" maine apne dono kaan band kar liye. Mera sharir kaanp raha tha. "Mujhe ghinn aa rahi hai aappar. Aap chahte hain main Suresh Babuji ka... unka... nahi! Main mar jaungi par ye paap nahi karungi."
Main wahan se bhagi. Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Mere hips bhagne ki wajah se zor se hil rahe the, par mujhe hosh nahi tha. Main bas us gandi soch se dur bhaagna chahti thi.
Raju mere piche bhaage. Unhone parking mein car ke paas mujhe pakad liya.
"Sneha! Meri baat suno!"
"Hatiye!" maine unka haath jhatak diya. Meri aankhon se mascara beh kar mere gaalon par kaala nishaan bana raha tha. "Aapne socha bhi kaise? Wo mere pita samaan hain!"
Raju ne mujhe car ke darwaze se pin kar diya. Unki aankhon mein ab binti nahi, junoon tha.
"Pita samaan hain, par pita toh nahi hain na! Aur main konsa keh raha hoon ki unke sath so jao... main keh raha hoon unka sperm... artificial tarike se..."
Wo ruke, fir unhone apni nazrein fer li.
"...Ya jaise bhi ho... bas bacha chahiye Sneha. Mujhe bacha chahiye jo mera lage. Agar tumne mana kiya... toh main maa-papa ko bata dunga ki kami tum mein hai. Main keh dunga tum banjh ho."
Main sunn reh gayi.
"Aap... aap aisa karenge mere sath?"
Raju ne mera chehra apne haathon mein liya. Unki ungliyan mere gaalon par gadh gayin.
"Main majboor hoon Sneha. Ek mard jab toot-ta hai na, toh wo kisi bhi hadd tak ja sakta hai. Please... bas ek baar thande dimaag se sochna. Papa ka shareer mazboot hai... wo tumhe wo de sakte hain jo main nahi de paya."
Unke aakhri shabdon mein ek dohra matlab tha. 'Wo tumhe wo de sakte hain jo main nahi de paya.'
Kya wo sirf bache ki baat kar rahe the? Ya kuch aur?
Mere dimaag mein phir se wahi tasveer aa gayi—Suresh ji ki wo taqatwar body aur Raju ki kamzor body.
"Ghar chaliye," maine thandi aur mari hui awaz mein kaha. "Mujhe abhi koi baat nahi karni."
Hum car mein baithe. Rasta bhar khamoshi thi. Par wo khamoshi ab pehle jaisi nahi thi. Ab usme ek teesra insaan aa chuka tha. Suresh.
Main khidki se bahar dekh rahi thi, par kaanch mein mujhe apni parchaayi dikh rahi thi. Aur mujhe darr lag raha tha... kyunki Raju ki gandi baat sunne ke baad, mere andar ki aurat 'Chee' bol rahi thi, par mere andar ki 'maada' ... wo ek ajeeb si curiosity mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Sasur ka beej.
Ghar ka khoon.
Ek mazboot mard.
Jab hum ghar pahunche, toh Suresh ji baramde mein baithe hukka pee rahe the. Unhone lungi aur baniyan pehen rakhi thi.
Humein dekh kar wo bole, "Aa gaye? Der kar di aaj."
Raju ne unhe dekha, fir mujhe dekha.
Aur maine... pehli baar Suresh ji ko 'Sasur' ki nazar se nahi... balki ek 'potential donor'... ek 'mard' ki nazar se dekha. Unki baniyan se jhankte huye unke seene ke baal... unke mazboot haath jo hukke ki nali pakde huye the.
Mera gala sookh gaya. Main bina kuch bole seedha apne kamre mein bhaag gayi aur darwaza band karke zameen par baith gayi.
Raju ka zeher mere dimaag mein ghulna shuru ho gaya tha.

 

[wofeloh916]

Chapter 5: Majboori ki Raat
[Location: Ghar ka Hall, Raat 9:15 PM]
Ghar ka darwaza kholte hi mujhe laga jaise main kisi jail mein wapas aa gayi hoon. Hawa mein dal-tadka ki khushboo thi, par mujhe ghutan mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Saamne sofe par Sasur Suresh ji baithe the, TV par samachar dekh rahe the. Unki taangein table par phaili hui thin, lungi thodi upar chadhi hui thi, jisse unki hairy, moti pindliyan Raju dikh rahi thin.
Kitchen se Shanta Maa ji haath ponchte huye bahar aayin. Unki aankhon mein sawal hi sawal the.
"Aa gaye? Der laga di aaj doctor ke yahan. Kya hua? Kya bola doctor ne?"
Mera gala sookh gaya. Maine Raju ki taraf dekha. Raju ka chehra abhi bhi utra hua tha, par unhone turant apne chehre par ek nakli muskurahat chipka li.
"Sab theek hai Maa," Raju ne jhooth bola, par unki awaz mein halki si kampan thi. "Doctor ne kaha hai reports normal hain, bas kuch vitamins ki kami hai. Dawai di hai, kuch mahine mein khushkhabri mil jayegi."
"Sach?" Shanta Maa ji khushi se taali bajane lagin. "Hey Bhagwan tera shukr hai! Main toh darr gayi thi ki kahin bahu mein koi..." Wo ruk gayin aur muskura kar meri taraf dekha. "Chalo, der aaye durust aaye. Bahu, ja kapde badal le, khana laga."
Main wahan but (statue) bani khadi thi. Mere kaan garam ho rahe the. Jhooth. Itna bada safed jhooth.
Tabhi mujhe mehsoos hua ki koi mujhe ghur raha hai.
Maine apni nazrein ghumayi. Suresh ji... mere sasur. Wo TV nahi dekh rahe the. Wo mujhe dekh rahe the.
Unki gehari, kaali aankhein mere chehre se shuru hokar meri gardan par, fir mere seene par, aur fir meri kamar par tiki hui thin. Unki nazron mein ek ajeeb si teekhi chamak thi, jaise wo kapdon ke aar-paar dekh rahe hon. Jaise wo jaanch rahe hon ki ye 'zameen' upjaau hai ya nahi.
Kya unhe shak ho gaya tha? Ya wo bas ek mard ki tarah apni jawan bahu ko taad rahe the?
"Bahu?" Suresh ji ki bhari awaz ne mujhe chonka diya. "Khadi kyu hai? Jaa aaram kar thodi der."
"J-Ji Babuji," maine haklate huye kaha aur apne kamre ki taraf lapki. Mere hips ki movement tez thi, aur mujhe pata tha ki piche se Suresh ji ki nazrein mere nitambon Raju par chipki hongi. Aaj wo nazrein mujhe chubhin nahi... balki ek ajeeb sa current de gayin.
[Location: Bedroom, Raat 10:45 PM]
Kamre ka darwaza band karke maine ek lambi saans li.
Raju bistar par gumsum baithe the. Maine unki taraf dekha bhi nahi. Main dressing table ke saamne gayi aur apni saree ka pallu hataya.
Maine safety pin kholi aur saree ko dheere se neeche girne diya. Ab main sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi. Aaine mein mera aks (reflection) dikh raha tha.
Mera pet ekdam sapaat tha, nabhi gehri aur gol. Mere boobs blouse mein kaske bandhe huye the, cleavage par pasine ki halki boondein chamak rahi thin. Main jawan thi, main 'perfect' thi... par main khali thi.
"Kab tak jhooth bologe Raju?" maine aaine mein Raju ko dekhte huye pucha. "Maa ji ko aaj bol diya, par kal jab mahina aayega, tab kya bologe?"
Raju uth kar mere piche aaye. Unhone apne haath mere nange kandhon par rakhe. Unke haath thande the.
"Jhooth nahi hai Sneha... ye sach ban sakta hai," unhone mere kaan ke paas fusfusaya.
Maine unka haath jhatak diya aur ghum gayi.
"Fir wahi baat? Maine mana kar diya na! Wo aapke pita hain Raju! Aapko sharam nahi aati?"
Raju ne mujhe pakad liya, is baar sakhti se.
"Sharam? Sneha, sharam se vansh aage nahi badhte! Duniya kya kahegi usse pet nahi bharta. Mujhe bacha chahiye... mera bacha!"
"Wo aapka bacha nahi hoga!" Main chillayi, par awaz dabi hui thi taaki bahar koi sun na le. "Wo Suresh ji ka bacha hoga! Mere sasur ka bacha! Aap chahte hain main unke niche letun? Unhe apna jism saunp doon?"
"Nahi!" Raju ne meri baat kaati. "Tumhe unke sath affair nahi karna hai! Ise ek... ek medical procedure samjho. Doctor bhi toh injection lagata hai na? Samajh lo Papa bas ek donor hain. Farak sirf itna hai ki syringe ki jagah..."
Wo ruk gaye. Unki aankhein mere blouse ke deep gale par atak gayin.
"...Syringe ki jagah wo 'natural' tarika use karenge. Sneha, Papa gaon ke aadmi hain, wo in tubes aur injections par bharosa nahi karte. Aur waise bhi, IVF mein lakhon lagte hain, humare paas itna paisa kahan hai?"
"Toh paise bachane ke liye aap meri izzat dao par laga rahe hain?" Meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye.
Raju ghutno par baith gaye aur unhone meri kamar pakad li. Wo apna chehra mere petticoat par ragadne lage.
"Izzat kahan ja rahi hai pagli? Ghar ki cheez ghar mein hi toh rahegi. Koi bahar wala thodi aayega. Aur socho... Papa ka sperm... wo kitne strong hain. Unka vansh kitna tagda hai. Jo bacha hoga wo kitna swasth hoga. Main... main kamzor hoon Sneha. Main manta hoon. Mera pani pani jaisa hai. Par Papa... Papa ka 'maal' gaadha hai, taqatwar hai. Ek baar... bas ek baar wo tumhare andar dalenge aur tum pregnant ho jaogi."
Raju ke shabdon ne mere dimaag mein ek gandagi ghol di thi.
Papa ka maal gaadha hai... taqatwar hai...
Maine aankhein band kar li. Mere dimaag mein andhera chha gaya. Par us andhere mein Suresh ji ki tasveer ubhar aayi.
Subah wala scene... unka pasina... unki moti jaanghein... unka wo 'ubaar' lungi ke andar.
Ek ajeeb si siharan meri reedh ki haddi (spine) mein daud gayi. Ye darr tha? Ya... ya ye meri jawani ki pukaar thi?
Mera shareer ek 'khet' tha jo sukha pada tha. Aur Raju keh rahe the ki bagal wale kamre mein ek aisa 'kisaan' hai jiske paas bhara-pura beej hai.
"Chee..." maine khud ko dhikara. "Main kya soch rahi hoon?"
Maine Raju ko piche dhakka diya. "Hatiye! Main sone ja rahi hoon. Is baare mein koi baat nahi hogi."
Main light band karke bistar par let gayi aur chadar oodh li. Raju doosri taraf let gaye.
Kamre mein andhera tha. Sannata tha.
Par meri neend gayab thi.
Raju ki baatein mere dimaag mein hathode ki tarah lag rahi thin.
"Papa ka khoon hi mera khoon hai."
"Wo tumhe wo de sakte hain jo main nahi de paya."
Maine haath neeche kiya aur apni panty ke upar rakha. Main gili thi.
Main hairaan thi. Main apne pati se ladayi karke leti thi, gusse mein thi... fir main gili kyu thi?
Kya ye 'Sasur' ka khayal tha? Ye taboo? Ye forbidden fruit chakhne ki chahat?
Mere dimaag ne kalpana karna shuru kar diya... anchaahe taur par.
Scene: Main Suresh ji ke kamre mein hoon. Wo palang par baithe hain, tel laga badan. Main unke paas jati hoon... bahu ban kar nahi, ek aurat ban kar. Wo mujhe pakadte hain... unke haath Raju ke haathon ki tarah mulayam nahi, balki khurdure aur sakht hain. Wo mujhe daboch lete hain...
"Ahhh..." mere muh se ek siski nikal gayi.
Maine turant apna muh haath se dhak liya. Raju jaag na jaye.
Mera dil dhak-dhak kar raha tha. Main kya ban gayi hoon? Ek taraf main 'sanskari bahu' banti hoon, aur doosri taraf andhere mein apne sasur ke sath humbistari ke khwab dekh rahi hoon?
Lekin... Raju sahi toh keh rahe the.
Agar main pregnant nahi hui, toh ye taane zindagi bhar chalenge. Saas mujhe jeene nahi degi. Aur agar maine kisi bahar wale ka sperm liya, toh wo bacha hamesha paraya lagega.
Suresh ji... kam se kam pariwar ke hain.
"Hey Bhagwan, mujhe rasta dikhao," maine man hi man prarthana ki. Par mujhe pata tha ki main jis raste par phisal rahi hoon, wahan Bhagwan nahi, shaitan ka raaj hai.
Tabhi bagal se Raju ki awaz aayi. Wo soye nahi the.
"Soch lo Sneha... kal Papa khet par jane wale hain. Main unse subah baat karunga. Agar tumne haan nahi ki... toh main kal sabko bata dunga ki main namard hoon aur hum hamesha ke liye alag ho jayenge."
Emotional blackmail.
Usne aakhri teer chala diya tha. Ya toh main sasur ke neeche letun, ya mera ghar toot jaye.
Meri aankhon se aansu beh kar takiye par girne lage. Majboori ne mere haath baandh diye the. Aur kahin na kahin... mere shareer ne bhi bagawat shuru kar di thi.
Kal subah... kal subah faisla hoga.

 

[wofeloh916]

Chapter 6: Ruki Hui Subah

[Location: Sneha aur Raju ka Bedroom, Subah 5:15 AM]
Raat bhar karwatein badalne ke baad, subah ki pehli kiran mere liye kisi umeed ki tarah nahi, balki kisi saza ki tarah aayi thi.
Kamre mein halka-halka ujala ho raha tha. Pankha ghar-ghar karke chal raha tha, par mere shareer par pasine ki ek barik parat thi. Maine apni aankhein kholi. Meri aankhein sooji hui thin, raat bhar rone aur sochne ki wajah se wo bhari ho gayi thin.
Mere bagal mein... bistar khali tha.
Mera dil ek dum se dhak kar gaya.
"Raju?" maine ghabrahat mein awaz di.
Bathroom ka darwaza khula aur Raju bahar aaye. Wo naha chuke the aur kapde pehen rahe the. Unhone ek safed shirt pehni thi aur buttons laga rahe the. Unke chehre par ek aisi gambhirta thi jo maine pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Wo mere Raju kam, aur kisi mission par jane wale sipahi zyada lag rahe the.
"Uth gayi tum?" Raju ne meri taraf dekha, par nazrein milayi nahi. "Main khet par ja raha hoon."
Khet par.
Ye shabd sunte hi mere dimaag mein kal raat ki wo gandi baat goonj gayi.
"Papa ka khoon hi mera khoon hai."
"Main Papa se subah baat karunga."
Mera pura shareer kaanp utha. Maine apni nighty ki taraf dhyan bhi nahi diya, jo sote waqt upar chadh gayi thi aur meri gori, makhmali jaanghein puri tarah nangi thin. Mera ek strap kandhe se fisal gaya tha, jisse mera bayian breast aadha bahar jhank raha tha. Uska gulabi nipple nighty ke barik kapde se ragad kha raha tha.
Main bistar se koodi, nange pair hi farsh par bhaagi aur darwaze ke saamne khadi ho gayi, apna haath chaukhat par rakh kar rasta rok liya.
"Nahi..." meri awaz mein ek dard bhari pukaar thi. "Aap wahan nahi jaenge Raju. Aap Papa se wo baat nahi karenge."
Raju ruk gaye. Wo mere ekdam kareeb aa kar khade ho gaye. Itne kareeb ki unki shirt ki mehak aur unke shareer ki garmi mujhe mehsoos ho rahi thi.
"Hato Sneha," unhone dheere se kaha, par awaz mein sakhti thi. "Faisla ho chuka hai. Der karne se kuch nahi hoga. Jitni jaldi Papa maan jayenge, utni jaldi humara vansh..."
"Bhaad mein gaya vansh!" Main pehli baar chillaayi, aur turant apna muh haath se dhak liya ki kahin bahar koi sun na le.
Meri chhati zor-zor se upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Mera seena itni tezi se saansein le raha tha ki mera cleavage Raju ki aankhon ke saamne gehra hota ja raha tha.
Maine unka haath pakad liya. Mere naram, nazuk haath unke sakht haath par.
"Raju, please... meri taraf dekhiye," maine roti hui awaz mein binti ki. "Wo mere sasur hain. Wo aapke pita hain. Aap kaise... aap kaise unki aankhon mein aankh daal kar keh sakte hain ki 'Papa, meri biwi ko apna virya dijiye'? Sochiye unhe kaisa lagega? Wo thook denge hum par! Wo mujhe bahu nahi, ek... ek..."
Main bol bhi nahi payi. Mujhe ghinn aa rahi thi.
Raju ne mera haath jhatka nahi, bas mere haath ko apne haath mein daba liya. Unhone meri aankhon mein dekha, aur mujhe unki aankhon mein wo dard dikha jo ek namard pati ke dil mein hota hai.
"Toh kya karun Sneha?" Raju ki awaz toot gayi. "Maa roz subah uth kar mujhe aise dekhti hai jaise puch rahi ho 'khushkhabri kab aayegi?'. Papa gaon mein doston ke beech sar jhuka kar baithte hain kyunki unka beta abhi tak baap nahi bana. Aur tum... tum..."
Unhone mere jism ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Meri bikhri hui nighty, mera aadha nanga seena, meri khuli hui jaanghein.
"Tumhare is bhare-pure jism ko dekh kar mujhe kya lagta hai, tum janti ho?" Raju ne kadwahat se kaha. "Mujhe lagta hai ki main ek sukha ped hoon jo is upjaau zameen ko barbad kar raha hai. Tumhe maa banna hai na? Tumhe apna pet phula hua dekhna hai na?"
"Haan banna hai!" maine unka collar pakad liya, meri aankhon se aansu beh kar mere gaalon par gir rahe the. "Par aise nahi Raju! Main kisi aur mard ka ansh apne andar nahi le sakti... bhale hi wo aapke pita kyun na hon. Mujhe ganda lagta hai... mujhe darr lagta hai."
"Darr?" Raju ne poocha. "Kis baat ka darr? Papa tumhe khayenge thodi. Wo bas..."
"Bas kijiye!" maine unke muh par haath rakh diya. "Abhi nahi. Please Raju, abhi nahi. Mujhe thoda waqt dijiye. Doctor ne kaha tha na vitamins lene ko? Ek mahina... sirf ek mahina ruk jaiye. Hum wo mehngi wali dawai khayenge. Hum Baba ji ke paas jayenge... hum kuch bhi karenge. Par please, abhi Papa ke paas ye ganda prastaav lekar mat jaiye."
Kamre mein sannata chha gaya.
Raju meri taraf dekhte rahe. Meri geeli aankhein, mere kaanpte huye honth, aur mera bikhar chuka roop. Shayad unhe mujh par taras aa gaya. Ya shayad unhe bhi andar hi andar apne baap se ye baat karne mein darr lag raha tha.
Unhone ek gehri saans chodi aur apna sar piche diwar par tika diya.
"Ek mahina..." Raju ne khud se kaha. "Theek hai."
Mera dil zor se dhadka, is baar rahat se. Maine unka haath apne gaal se laga liya. "Sach? Aap nahi bolenge?"
Raju ne meri thodi pakad kar mera chehra upar uthaya. Unki aankhon mein ab koi narmi nahi thi, bas ek warning thi.
"Sirf ek mahina Sneha. Sirf agle period tak. Agar is baar bhi tumhare mahwari (period) ka khoon dikha... agar is baar bhi tum pregnant nahi hui... toh main kisi ki nahi sununga."
Unhone mere kandhe par haath rakha, jahan strap gira hua tha, aur use wapas upar kar diya. Unka sparsh thanda tha, jaise koi doctor mareez ko check kar raha ho.
"Maa ka sabr toot raha hai Sneha. Kal shaam ko wo keh rahi thin ki agar humse nahi ho raha, toh wo mujhe doosri shadi karne ko bolengi."
Ye sun kar mere pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. Doosri shadi?
"M-Maa ji ne aisa kaha?"
"Haan," Raju ne darwaza khola. "Isliye keh raha hoon. Ye ek mahina tumhari mohlat hai. Jee-jaan laga do dua mangne mein. Kyunki agar bhagwan ne nahi suni... toh humein shaitan ka rasta chunna padega."
Raju bina piche mude kamre se bahar nikal gaye.
Main wahin darwaze par khadi reh gayi.
Bahar aangan se Suresh Babuji ki bhari awaz aayi.
"Arre Raju! Aa gaya? Chal, aaj tractor mein diesel dalwana hai."
"Ji Papa, aa raha hoon," Raju ki awaz ab normal thi.
Maine darwaze ki jhirri se bahar jhank kar dekha.
Suresh ji aangan mein khade the. Hamesha ki tarah, unhone sirf lungi pehen rakhi thi aur upar baniyan. Unke haath mein datun thi. Subah ki dhoop unke chode (broad) kandhon par pad rahi thi. Unka shareer... 56 ki umar mein bhi kisi chattaan jaisa tha.
Raju unke paas gaye. Suresh ji ne Raju ke kandhe par haath rakha aur kuch samjhne lage.
Mere pati ka patla shareer, aur mere sasur ka wo bhari-bharkam, gathila shareer.
Ek pal ke liye, sirf ek pal ke liye, mere dimaag ne compare kiya.
Ek taraf wo mard jo mujhe maa banane mein nakamyab tha... aur doosri taraf wo mard jiske paas 'vansh' ka wo beej tha jiski mujhe zaroorat thi.
"Hey Ram..." maine darwaza band karke kundi laga li aur wahi zameen par baith gayi.
Maine Raju ko rok toh liya tha. Par kitne din?
Ek mahina.
Sirf 30 din the mere paas. Uske baad... uske baad mujhe us 'shaitan' ke raste par chalna hi padega.
Meri nazar mere pet par gayi. Maine apne flat pet par haath phera.
"Kash..." maine sisakte huye kaha. "Kash Raju ka khoon itna taqatwar hota."
Par kismat ko kuch aur hi manzoor tha. Bahar Suresh ji ki zor-zor se hasne ki awaz aayi, aur wo hasi mujhe kisi bhavishyavani (prophecy) ki tarah lagi—ki aakhir mein, mujhe unhi ke paas jana hoga.

 

[wofeloh916]

Chapter 7: Zeherili Soch

[Location: Sneha aur Raju ka Bedroom, Raat ke 11:00 PM – Teen Din Baad]
Ghar mein shanti thi, par mere kamre mein ek toofan shant hone ka intezaar kar raha tha.
Pichle teen dinon se, ye kamra mere liye kisi kabar se kam nahi tha. Raju ghar aate, chupchap khana khate, aur bina mujhse nazar milaye bistar ke kinare par so jate.
Aaj raat bhi wahi hua.
Main aaine ke saamne baithi apne baal suljha rahi thi. Maine ek halki gulabi rang ki satin nighty pehen rakhi thi. Ye nighty Raju ko bahut pasand hua karti thi... pehle. Iska gala deep tha, jisme se mere gore, bhare huye 32 size ke boobs ka upari hissa saaf dikhta tha. Satin ka kapda mere nipples par fisal raha tha, aur thandak ki wajah se wo akad gaye the.
Maine aaine mein dekha. Ek jawan, khoobsurat aurat, jiska pati uske piche bistar par leta hai, par use chune ke liye tayar nahi hai.
Main uthi aur bistar par gayi. Main jaan-bujh kar Raju ke kareeb leti. Mera naram shareer unki peeth se touch hua. Maine apna haath unke chest par rakha aur apni taang unki taangon mein fasa di.
"Raju..." maine pyaar se pukara. "Kab tak aise rahenge hum? Teen din ho gaye, aapne mujhe theek se chua tak nahi."
Raju ka shareer ekdam sakht ho gaya. Unhone jhatke se mera haath hataya aur doosri taraf karwat le li.
"Chune ka kya fayda Sneha?" unki awaz mein wo thakan aur chid-chidahat thi jo ab roz ki baat ho gayi thi. "Jab nateeja kuch nikalna hi nahi hai, toh kyu mehnat karun? Kyu tumhe garam karun jab main tumhe thanda nahi kar sakta?"
"Ye kaisi baatein kar rahe hain?" main uth kar baith gayi. Mere baal mere kandhon par bikhre huye the, nighty ka strap gir gaya tha. "Pati-patni ka rishta sirf bacha paida karne ke liye thodi hota hai? Pyaar bhi toh koi cheez hai."
Raju bhi uth gaye. Wo gusse mein the.
"Pyaar? Kaisa pyaar? Wo pyaar jo tumhe maa nahi bana sakta? Wo pyaar jo meri maa ki aankhon mein aansu lata hai?"
Raju ne meri taraf dekha. Unki nazrein mere cleavage par ruki, jahan mere boobs saans lene ki wajah se hil rahe the. Unki aankhon mein bhookh thi, par usse zyada nafrat thi—khud se nafrat.
"Dekho khud ko Sneha," Raju ne mere nange kandhe par ungli rakhi. Unki ungli mere shareer par kisi saanp ki tarah rengi. "Ye jawan jism... ye doodh jaisi safed chamdi... ye bhari hui chhati... ye sab barbaad ho raha hai. Main ek sukha kuan hoon Sneha. Tumhari is jawani ko main waste kar raha hoon."
"Aisa mat boliye," meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Maine unka haath pakadna chaha.
Par Raju ne apna haath kheech liya aur phir se wahi zeher ugalna shuru kiya.
"Main sach bol raha hoon. Aur iska ilaaj tumhare paas hai, par tum zid pakad kar baithi ho. Tumhe 'Chee' lagta hai na? Tumhe lagta hai Papa ka sperm lena ganda hai?"
"Haan lagta hai!" main bhi chilla padi. "Wo mere sasur hain Raju! Ye paap hai!"
Raju bed se utre aur kamre mein tehlne lage. Jaise koi lawyer court mein daleel pesh kar raha ho.
"Paap? Sneha, dimaag se socho. Dil se nahi, dimaag se. Agar hum clinic jate hain, aur doctor kehta hai 'Donor Sperm' chahiye... toh wo donor kaun hoga? Koi college ka ladka? Koi rikshawala? Koi compounder? Hamein kya pata uska khoon kaisa hai? Hamein kya pata wo dikhta kaisa hai?
Socho... tumhare andar, tumhari pavitra kokh mein kisi anjaan, gair mard ka beej jayega. Wo mard jise tum janti tak nahi. Wo asli paap hoga Sneha! Wo adultery hogi, wo affair hoga!"
Main chup thi, bas unhe sun rahi thi. Unki baton mein ek ajeeb sa logic tha jo mere dimaag ko confuse kar raha tha.
Raju wapas aaye aur mere saamne ghutno par baith gaye. Wo meri aankhon mein dekh rahe the.
"Lekin Papa... Papa gair nahi hain. Wo 'Apne' hain. Mera khoon unhi ka khoon hai. Mera DNA unhi ka DNA hai. Agar unka sperm use karenge, toh wo 'Paraya' nahi hoga. Wo 'Ghar ka' hoga. Wo 'Mera' hi hoga."
"Par Raju..." meri awaz ab kamzor pad gayi thi. "Wo rishte mein mere..."
"Rishta dimaag mein hota hai, medical tube mein nahi," Raju ne meri baat kaat di. Unhone mere dono haath pakad liye. "Sneha, samjho is baat ko. Ise sex mat samjho. Ise bas ek... ek dawai samjho. Jaise bukhar mein dawai lete hain, waise hi vansh ke liye ye dawai leni padegi. Papa tumhare sath soyenge nahi... wo bas... bas apna yogdaan denge."
Maine apni nazrein jhuka li. Mere dimaag mein ek jung chal rahi thi. Ek taraf sanskaar, aur doosri taraf ye thos logic.
Sach mein, agar kisi bahar wale ka sperm liya, aur bacha bada hokar kaala nikla ya alag dikha, toh sabko pata chal jayega. Par agar Suresh ji ka hua... toh wo Raju jaisa hi dikhega.
"Aur socho," Raju ne dheere se mere kaan ke paas kaha, unki garam saansein meri gardan ko chu rahi thin. "Papa kitne healthy hain. Tumne dekha hai na unhe subah exercise karte huye? 56 ki umar mein bhi unke shareer mein kitni taqat hai. Unka bacha kamzor nahi hoga. Wo tumhe wo khushi dega jo main nahi de paya."
Mere dimaag mein achanak Suresh ji ki tasveer aa gayi.
Subah ka waqt... unka tel laga badan... unki phuli hui muscles... aur unki lungi mein wo 'ubaar'.
Maine turant apni aankhein band kar li. Taqat. Raju ne kaha 'Taqat'.
Mere andar ek ajeeb si siharan daud gayi. Main Raju ki patli baahon ko dekh rahi thi, aur mere dimaag mein Suresh ji ki moti, hairy baahein ghum rahi thin.
"Main thak gayi hoon Raju," maine haar mante huye kaha. "Mujhe neend aa rahi hai."
Maine 'Haan' nahi kaha tha. Par aaj pehli baar... maine 'Chee' bhi nahi kaha.
Raju samajh gaye ki unka teer nishane par laga hai. Unhone mujhe bistar par litaya aur mere upar chadar uda di.
"So jao," unhone mere maathe ko chuma. Ye chumban pati ka nahi, ek manipulator ka tha. "Bas itna yaad rakhna Sneha... agar tumne ye kar liya, toh tum is ghar ki devi ban jaogi. Papa khush, Maa khush, main khush. Aur tum... tum ek maa banogi."
Raju light band karke so gaye.
Par main andhere mein apni khuli aankhon se chhat ko ghirti rahi.
Zeher fail chuka tha.
Ab mujhe ye khayal 'Ganda' kam, aur 'Zaroori' zyada lag raha tha.
Dimaag ne sawal puchna shuru kar diya tha: Agar ye sirf medical hai... agar wo mujhe chuenge nahi... toh kya burai hai?
Par mera shareer... mera jawan, pyasa shareer kuch aur hi sawal puch raha tha.
Agar wo itne taqatwar hain... toh unka 'beej' kaisa hoga?
Bahar hall mein Suresh ji ke khansne ki awaz aayi.
"Khhhrrr... Khhhrrr..."
Pehle ye awaz mujhe disturb karti thi. Par aaj... us awaz ne mujhe satark kar diya. Andhere mein, maine apni nighty ke neeche haath dala aur apni panty ko touch kiya.
Halki si nami thi.
Ye nami darr ki thi? Ya us 'Zeherili Soch' ka pehla asar tha?
Mujhe nahi pata tha. Par ek baat tay thi—Raju ne wo darwaza tod diya tha jo mujhe 'Maryada' mein rakhta tha. Ab main us darwaze ke us paar dekhne lagi thi, jahan mere Sasur khade the.

 

[wofeloh916]

Chapter 8: Mard aur Sasur ka Fark

[Location: Ghar ka Aangan, Dopahar 2:30 PM]
Garmi ka mausam tha. Dopahar ki dhoop apne shabab par thi, jisne poore ghar ko ek bhatti mein badal diya tha. Hawa mein ek ajeeb si shanti thi, bas chhat par baithe kabootaron ki gutar-goo aur dur khet se aati tractor ki dhimi awaz sunayi de rahi thi.
Raju office gaye huye the. Saas, Shanta Devi, apne kamre mein cooler ke saamne so rahi thin.
Aur main... main apne bedroom ki khidki par khadi thi, jo seedha aangan mein khulti thi. Maine ek barik cotton ki saree pehen rakhi thi, bina kisi petticoat ke, kyunki garmi bardasht se bahar thi. Mere blouse ka gala gehra tha, aur pasine ki ek patli dhara meri gardan se fisal kar mere cleavage ki gehraayi mein gum ho rahi thi.
Achanak, aangan mein handpump chalne ki awaz aayi.
Kich-kich... Dhap... Kich-kich... Dhap...
Mera dhyan wahan gaya.
Suresh Babuji... mere sasur... khet se wapas aaye the.
Wo puri tarah pasine aur mitti mein sane huye the. Unhone apni shirt utaar kar handpump ke paas fenk di thi. Ab wo sirf ek purani, geeli lungi mein the jo unki kamar par kasi hui thi.
Aamtaur par main nazrein pher leti. Ek sanskari bahu apne sasur ko aise aadhe-nange haal mein nahi dekhti. Par aaj... aaj Raju ki wo zeherili baatein mere dimaag mein gunj rahi thin.
"Papa ka khoon hi mera khoon hai."
"Dekho unka shareer... kitni taqat hai."
Meri nazrein hatne ke bajaye wahin jam gayin. Main parde ki aad mein chup gayi, sirf meri aankhein aur naak bahar thi. Main unhe dekh rahi thi... ghur rahi thi.
Suresh ji ne handpump chalaya aur thanda paani unke sar par gira.
"Aahhh..." unke muh se ek raahat bhari awaz nikli.
Paani unke kaale, ghane baalon se hota hua unke mathe par aaya, aur wahan se unki ghani moochhon par tapakne laga.
Mera dil dhak-dhak karne laga.
Maine unke shareer ko pehli baar ek 'Bahu' ki nazar se nahi, balki ek 'Aurat' ki nazar se scan karna shuru kiya.
Unka rang gehra sanwla tha, dhoop mein tap-tap kar pakka hua. Unki chhati chodi thi, jahan kaale aur safed baalon ka ek ghana jungle tha. Jab wo paani ragadne ke liye apne haath chalate, toh unke chest muscles kisi lohe ki plate ki tarah hilte the.
Maine apne pati, Raju ko yaad kiya. Raju ka seena sapaat aur chikna tha, bina baalon wala. Unki haddiyan dikhti thin.
Aur yahan... yahan mere saamne ek 'Pahad' khada tha.
Suresh ji ne sabun uthaya aur apni bagalon aur seene par ragadne lage.
Jhaag unke kaale baalon mein fas gaya. Unke biceps... Hey Bhagwan... unke dole kisi moti rassi ki tarah aintha huye the. Jab wo haath upar karte, toh unki peeth ki muscles ek 'V' shape banati thin.
Wo 56 saal ke the, par unka shareer kisi 25 saal ke bodybuilder se zyada sakht aur 'raw' lag raha tha. Ye gym ki banayi hui body nahi thi, ye khet mein hal chalane wali, mitti se judi hui 'asli mardana' taqat thi.
Mere dimaag ne, anchaahe taur par, compare karna shuru kar diya.
Raju ki kalayi patli hai, main ek haath se pakad sakti hoon. Par Sasur ji ki kalayi... itni moti hai ki agar wo mujhe pakad lein, toh main chah kar bhi chhoot nahi paungi.
Ek ganda, behuda khayal mere dimaag mein kaunndh gaya.
Agar ye bhaari-bharkam shareer mere upar aa jaye toh?
Maine apni saansein rok li.
Mera dimaag cheekha—"Chee Sneha! Ye paap hai!"
Par mera shareer? Mere shareer ne jawab diya.
Meri saree ke andar, meri thighs aapas mein ragad khane lagin. Meri yoni mein ek ajeeb si kulbulahat hone lagi. Wo 'khaali pan' jo Raju kabhi bhar nahi paye, wo achanak cheekhne laga.
Suresh ji ab neeche jhuke, apni pindliyan dhone ke liye.
Lungi bheeg chuki thi aur unke shareer se chipak gayi thi.
Piche se, unke hips sakht aur bhare huye lag rahe the. Par asli dhamaka tab hua jab wo seedhe khade huye aur unhone lungi ko nichodne ke liye saamne se pakda.
Suraj ki roshni seedhi unki geeli lungi par padi.
Wahan... unki dono jaanghon ke beech... ek vishal 'Ubaar' saaf dikh raha tha.
Wo koi mamooli ubaar nahi tha. Wo ek mota, lamba aur bhari hissa tha jo shant hone ke bawajood lungi ka kapda phaadne ko taiyar lag raha tha.
Mera gala sookh gaya. Maine thook nigla.
Raju ka... Raju ka toh itna chhota tha. Jab wo khade hote the, toh pata bhi nahi chalta tha.
Par ye?
Ye toh kisi janwar ka auzaar lag raha tha.
"Toh ye hai wo 'Taqat' jiski Raju baat kar rahe the," maine khud se fusfusaya.
Mere dimaag mein Raju ki awaz aayi: "Unka maal gaadha hai... unka beej mazboot hai."
Main us 'ubaar' se nazrein nahi hata pa rahi thi. Main imagine karne lagi... ki us lungi ke andar kya hoga? Kitna mota hoga? Kitna garam hoga?
Kya wo mere andar ja payega? Kya main use le paungi?
Mera haath apne aap meri saree ke upar se mere pet par chala gaya, aur fir neeche fisal kar meri dono taangon ke beech.
Main gili ho rahi thi. Apne Sasur ko nahaate huye dekh kar, unke us vishal 'auzaar' ka akaar dekh kar... main paani-paani ho rahi thi.
Tabhi, Suresh ji ne achanak meri khidki ki taraf dekha.
Shayad unhe ehsaas ho gaya tha ki koi unhe dekh raha hai.
Maine turant parde ke piche apna chehra chupa liya, par mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Bahar se awaz aayi: "Bahu? O Bahu?"
Unki awaz mein wahi bhari-pan tha, wahi mardana thasak.
Main kaanpti hui himmat karke parde se bahar aayi. "J-Ji Babuji?"
Maine koshish ki ki main unki aankhon mein dekhun, par meri nazrein baar-baar fisal kar unki geeli chhati aur us 'ubaar' par ja rahi thin.
Suresh ji wahan khade the, paani ki boondein unke naak se tapak rahi thin. Unhone mujhe dekha. Mere chehre par pasina, meri laal hoti naak, aur meri tez chalti saansein.
Kya wo samajh gaye?
Unki aankhon mein ek pal ke liye ek ajeeb si chamak aayi. Wo sharam nahi thi. Wo ek 'Mard' ki chamak thi jo janta hai ki ek aurat use pasand kar rahi hai.
"Zara tauliya dena, main lana bhool gaya," unhone kaha, aur jaan-bujh kar apne dono haath upar karke apne baalon se paani jhatka.
Is action se unki chhati ki muscles aur tani, aur unki lungi thodi aur upar khinch gayi, jisse unki moti, hairy thigh ka andaruni hissa dikh gaya.
"L-Lati hoon," main palti aur almari ki taraf bhaagi.
Mera haath towel nikalte waqt kaanp raha tha.
Main kya ban gayi hoon? Main ek 'Tharki Aurat' ban gayi hoon jo apne sasur ke maas ko dekh kar laar tapka rahi hai.
Jab main towel lekar wapas gayi, toh main unke paas jane ki himmat nahi kar payi. Maine dur se hi towel badha diya.
"Ye lijiye."
Suresh ji aage badhe. Unka haath towel lene ke liye aaya, par unki ungliyan galti se... ya jaan-bujh kar... meri ungliyon se touch ho gayin.
Unka sparsh... uff!
Wo sparsh khurdura tha, sakht tha, aur garam tha.
Current sa dauda mere pure badan mein. Mere nipple dress ke andar ekdam se khade ho gaye, jaise unhe signal mil gaya ho.
"Shukriya Bahu," unhone meri aankhon mein dekh kar kaha. Unki awaz thodi gehari thi.
Main bina kuch bole wahan se bhaag kar rasoi mein aa gayi aur thanda paani peene lagi.
Paani mere gale se utar raha tha, par meri pyas badh gayi thi.
Ab mujhe 'Chee' nahi lag raha tha.
Ab mujhe 'Curiosity' ho rahi thi.
Agar Raju sahi keh rahe hain... agar mujhe inka 'Beej' mil jaye... toh mera bacha kaisa hoga?
Aur sabse darawana sawal... us beej ko lene mein mujhe kitna 'maza' aayega?
Maine apni saree ke pallu se apna pasina poncha. Main jaan gayi thi ki main haar chuki hoon. Meri nazariya badal chuka tha. Ab wo mere liye 'Sasur' kam, aur ek 'Nar' zyada the. Ek aisa Nar jiske paas wo cheez thi jo mere sookhe khet ko baadh se bhar sakti thi.

 

[wofeloh916]

Chapter 9: Ek Aur Mahina, Ek Aur Daag

[Location: Sneha aur Raju ka Bedroom, Subah 7:00 AM – Ek Mahine Baad]
Pichla ek mahina kisi narak se kam nahi tha.
Humne kya nahi kiya? Doctor ki mehngi dawayiyan, Baba ji ki di hui bhabhoot, mandir ke chakkar... aur bistar par wo thaka dene wali koshishein.
Raju ne har wo position try ki jo internet par "fast pregnancy" ke liye batayi gayi thi. Main ghanton tak apne pair upar karke leti rehti thi, taaki ek boond bhi bahar na nikle. Mere hips dard karne lagte the, par main hilti nahi thi. Bas yahi dua karti thi ki is baar... bas is baar 'beej' pakad le.
Par aaj subah... wo umeed dum tod gayi.
Meri aankh pet mein uthte huye ek jaane-pehchane dard (cramp) se khuli. Aisa laga jaise kisi ne mere pet ke nichle hisse ko nichod diya ho.
"Nahi... please nahi..." maine man hi man chillayi.
Main bistar se uthi aur bathroom ki taraf bhaagi. Mere haath kaanp rahe the.
Maine bathroom ka darwaza band kiya aur apni nighty upar uthayi. Dhadkan ruki hui thi.
Maine apni safed cotton ki panty neeche khinchi.
Aur wahan... wahan wo manhoos 'Laal Daag' maujood tha.
Mera sar ghum gaya. Main wahi commode par baith gayi aur apna chehra haathon mein chupa liya.
Khoon.
Fir se khoon.
Iska matlab koi bacha nahi hai. Mera garbh fir se khali reh gaya. Raju ka paani fir se be-asar saabit hua.
"Kyu bhagwan? Kyu?" maine sisakte huye pucha.
Mere shareer se wo ganda, garam khoon beh raha tha, jo cheekh-cheekh kar bata raha tha ki main ek aurat hoon, main upjaau hoon, mera shareer taiyar tha... par use 'fertilize' karne wala mard kamzor tha.
[Location: Living Room, Subah 7:45 AM]
Main bathroom se nikal kar jab hall mein aayi, toh meri chaal mein wo lachak nahi thi, balki ek mari hui aurat ka bojh tha. Mere chehre ka rang ud chuka tha, aankhein sooji hui thin.
Raju sofe par baithe chai pi rahe the. Suresh Babuji akhbaar padh rahe the. Aur Shanta Maa ji pooja ki thali lekar mandir se nikli hi thin.
Maa ji ki nazar seedha mere chehre par padi. Aurat, aurat ka dard pehchan leti hai, aur usse bhi jaldi wo us dard ka matlab samajh leti hai.
Unhone mere dheele kandhe aur pet par haath rakhne ka tareeka dekh liya.
"Kya hua?" Shanta ji ki awaz mein talwar ki dhaar thi. "Bahu... tu mandir mein matha tekne kyu nahi gayi aaj?"
Main wahi khadi rahi, nazrein neeche kiye. Mere muh se awaz nahi nikli, bas aankhon se aansu behne lage.
"Bolti kyu nahi?" Shanta ji ne pooja ki thali zor se table par patki. Thannn! ki awaz se pura ghar goonj utha. Suresh ji aur Raju dono chonkk gaye.
Shanta ji mere paas aayin aur mere kandhe pakad kar mujhe jhanjhoda.
"Mahwari aa gayi na? Bol! Khoon dikh gaya na?"
Maine rote huye haan mein sar hila diya.
Bas fir kya tha... Shanta ji ka gussa kisi jwalamukhi ki tarah phat pada.
"Haye meri kismat! Maine kis banjh aurat se apne heere jaise bete ki shadi kar di!"
Unhone mujhe dhakka diya. Main ladkhada kar sofe par gir gayi. Meri nighty ka gala ek taraf sarak gaya, par mujhe hosh nahi tha.
"Paanch saal!" wo chillayin, apna seena peette huye. "Paanch saal aur hazaron rupaye barbad kar diye is ladki ne! Doctor ki fees, dawayian, tote-totke... sab khaak mein mila diya! Iske shareer mein hi khot hai Suresh ji! Ye ladki andar se patthar hai... patthar! Is par koi beej nahi ugne wala."
"Maa..." Raju ne beech mein bolne ki koshish ki. "Maa shant ho jao..."
"Tu chup reh!" Shanta ji ne Raju ko daant diya. "Tu toh joru ka ghulam hai. Dikhta nahi tujhe? Ye humara vansh khatam karke maanegi. Are, pados ki Verma ki bahu ko dekh, teesre ki khushkhabri suna rahi hai, aur ye... ye maharani bas khana-peena aur hagna janti hai!"
Mere kaan sunn pad gaye the. 'Banjh'... 'Patthar'... ye shabd mere dil par kode ki tarah pad rahe the.
Main sofe par sikud kar baithi thi, ro rahi thi.
Tabhi meri nazar saamne baithe Suresh ji par gayi.
Suresh ji ne akhbaar neeche kar liya tha. Wo shant the. Wo chillaye nahi.
Par wo mujhe dekh rahe the.
Unki nazrein mere rote huye chehre par, meri hilti hui chhati par, aur mere pet par tiki thin. Unki aankhon mein gussa nahi tha... wahan 'taras' tha... aur ek ajeeb sa 'offer' tha.
Jaise wo keh rahe hon: "Khot tujhme nahi hai Bahu... khot mere bete mein hai. Main janta hoon tu upjaau hai."
Unki us gehri nazar ne mujhe ro-te huye bhi ek ajeeb sa current diya. Wo akele shakhs the is kamre mein jo mujhe 'Banjh' nahi maan rahe the.
"Bas karo Shanta," Suresh ji ne aakhirkar apni bhari awaz mein kaha. "Bahu ki kismat kharab hai, chillane se bacha paida nahi ho jayega."
"Toh kya karun?" Shanta ji ne rote huye kaha. "Aapka vansh doob raha hai! Log baatein banate hain. Main kehti hoon Raju ki dusri shadi kara do. Is banjh ko maayke bhejo."
Dusri Shadi.
Ye sunte hi Raju khade ho gaye. Unka sabr ka baandh toot gaya.
Raju ne meri taraf dekha—meri halat dekhi. Main wahan bikhri hui padi thi, apmanit, tooti hui.
Unhone dekha ki kaise main dard se tadap rahi hoon, aur kaise meri maa banne ki chahat ko unki 'namardangi' kuchal rahi hai.
Raju aage badhe aur mera haath pakad kar mujhe uthaya.
"Chalo kamre mein," Raju ne kaha.
"Kahan le ja raha hai ise?" Shanta ji chillayin. "Meri baat abhi puri nahi hui!"
"Meri ho gayi hai Maa!" Raju ne palat kar jawab diya. Pehli baar unki awaz mein itni taqat thi. "Sneha kahin nahi jayegi. Aur bacha yahi paida karegi."
Raju mujhe kheench kar bedroom mein le gaye aur darwaza andar se zor se band kar diya.
[Location: Bedroom, Subah 8:15 AM]
Kamre mein aate hi Raju ne mujhe bistar par bithaya. Main abhi bhi sisak rahi thi.
Raju kamre mein idhar-udhar tehlne lage, unki saansein tez thin. Wo ek ghayal sher ki tarah lag rahe the.
"Sun liya Sneha?" Raju mere paas aaye aur mere dono kandhe pakad liye. Unki ungliyan mere maas mein gadh gayin. "Sun liya Maa ne kya kaha? 'Banjh'. 'Patthar'. Tum sun sakti ho ye sab? Main nahi sun sakta!"
"M-Main kya karun Raju?" maine rote huye apna sar unke seene par maar diya. "Main thak gayi hoon. Mujhse ab aur nahi saha jata. Mar kyu nahi jati main!"
Raju ne jhatke se mera chehra upar kiya.
"Marne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Zinda rehne ka, aur sar utha kar jeene ka sirf ek rasta bacha hai ab."
Unhone meri aankhon mein dekha. Unki aankhon mein ab koi confusion nahi tha. Koi darr nahi tha. Sirf ek pagalpan tha.
"Main ab aur intezar nahi karunga Sneha. Maine ek mahina diya tha tumhe. Tumhara bhagwan fail ho gaya. Tumhari dawayian fail ho gayin. Ab sirf ek aadmi hamein bacha sakta hai."
Mera dil zor se dhadka. Main samajh gayi wo kya kehne wale hain.
"Raju... nahi..."
"Haan!" Raju chillaye nahi, balki ek thande, darawane conviction ke sath bole. "Main abhi... isi waqt khet par ja raha hoon. Papa wahin honge. Main unhe sab sach bata dunga. Main unhe bata dunga ki unka beta namard hai... aur unka vansh sirf tabhi bachega agar wo..."
Wo ruke, aur fir wo shabd bole jo mere dimaag mein pichle ek mahine se ghum rahe the.
"...Agar wo apna beej tumhe dein."
"Raju please... mujhe sharam aati hai..." maine unka haath pakda. "Wo kya sochenge?"
Raju ne mera haath chhod diya aur darwaze ki kundi khol di.
"Wo jo bhi sochenge, main sambhal lunga. Par ab main tumhe roz-roz til-til kar marte huye nahi dekh sakta. Aaj raat... aaj raat hi faisla hoga."
Wo mudde aur bahar nikal gaye.
"Main Papa ke paas ja raha hoon."
Darwaza khula reh gaya.
Main bistar par akeli baithi reh gayi. Mere pet mein period ka dard uth raha tha, par mere dimaag mein usse bada toofan tha.
Raju gaye. Wo kehne gaye.
Ab rokne ka koi fayda nahi tha. Main toot chuki thi. Maa ji ke taano ne mujhe andar se khokhla kar diya tha.
Aur sach kahu?
Mere dil ke kisi gehre, andhere kone mein... ek 'rahat' thi.
Ki chalo... aakhirkar faisla ho gaya.
Ab mujhe koshish nahi karni padegi.
Ab 'Khet ke Mard' ka beej aayega. Suresh ji aayenge.
Maine apni nighty ke upar se apne pet ko chua.
"Tayar ho jao," maine khud se fusfusaya. "Agli baar jab ye daag hatega... toh tumhare andar ek 'Asli Mard' ka ansh hoga."
Bahar tractor start hone ki awaz aayi. Raju aur Suresh ji khet ki taraf nikal gaye the.
Sauda hone wala tha.
Ek baap aur bete ke beech... ek aurat ki kokh ka sauda.

 

[wofeloh916]

Chapter 10: Khet par Sauda

[Location: Khet ka Tabela , Dopahar 12:15 PM]
Dopahar ka suraj aag ugal raha tha. Gaon ke bahar, hamare khet ke kinare bane us purane Tabela mein sannata tha, bas bandhi hui bhains ki jugali karne ki awaz aur chhat ke pankhe ki karr-karr sunayi de rahi thi.
Suresh Babuji wahan maujood the.
Wo apni bhains ko nehla rahe the. Unhone shirt utaar rakhi thi aur lungi ko ghutno tak mod kar 'kamar-kas' laga rakha tha. Unka poora shareer pani aur pasine se chamak raha tha. Unki chodi peeth par muscles ke cuts saaf dikh rahe the jab wo mota brush lekar bhains ki chamdi ragad rahe the.
Ek 'Asli Mard', jo prakriti ke kareeb tha.
Raju wahan pahunche, haanfte huye. Unki aankhein laal thin, shirt pasine mein chipki hui thi, par ye pasina mehnat ka nahi, darr ka tha.
"Babuji..." Raju ki awaz mein ek kampan tha.
Suresh ji ne mud kar dekha. Unke haath mein paani ka pipe tha. Unhone Raju ki halat dekhi—bikhre baal, sooji aankhein.
Unhone pipe band kiya aur gamcha utha kar apna geela chehra aur gardan ponchi.
"Tu yahan?" Suresh ji ki awaz bhaari thi. "Maine socha tu ghar par hoga, bahu ke nakhre utha raha hoga. Maa bata rahi thi subah bada tamasha hua ghar mein."
Raju ghutno ke bal wahi gobar-lipi zameen par gir gaye.
Ye dekh kar Suresh ji chonkk gaye. "Arre? Ye kya kar raha hai? Pagal ho gaya hai kya?"
"Main toot gaya hoon Babuji..." Raju phoot-phoot kar rone lage. Ek jawan mard ka is tarah tootna dekh kar Suresh ji aage badhe.
"Uth! Mardon ki tarah baat kar!" Suresh ji ne Raju ka baazu pakad kar khinchne ki koshish ki. Par Raju wahi jam gaye.
"Main mard hoon hi nahi Babuji!" Raju chillaye. Unki awaz Tabela ki diwaron se takra kar gunj gayi. "Yahi toh sach hai. Main mard nahi hoon!"
Suresh ji ka haath ruk gaya. Unhone Raju ko chhod diya aur piche hat gaye. Unki aankhon mein sawal tha.
"Kya bak raha hai? Hosh mein hai tu?"
Raju ne sar uthaya. Unke gaalon par aansu aur dhool ka kichad ban gaya tha.
"Paanch saal se koshish kar raha hoon Papa... par Sneha pregnant nahi hui. Galti uski nahi hai. Galti meri hai. Doctor ne kaha hai mere andar 'Beej' nahi hai. Mera paani safed hai par khokhla hai. Main... main kabhi baap nahi ban sakta. Main apka vansh aage nahi badha sakta."
Suresh ji but ban gaye. Ek baap ke liye isse badi chot kya ho sakti hai ki uska iklauta beta namard nikle? Unka seena, jo abhi tak garv se phoola hua tha, achanak thoda jhuk gaya.
"Toh... toh mera vansh?" Suresh ji ne dheere se pucha. "Mere dada-pardada ka naam? Sab mitti mein mil jayega?"
"Nahi milega!" Raju ne aage khisak kar Suresh ji ke pair pakad liye. Wo unke mote, sakht pairon par apna sar ragadne lage. "Ek rasta hai Papa. Vansh bach sakta hai. Sneha maa ban sakti hai. Rathor khandaan ka khoon hi uski kokh mein palega."
Suresh ji ne Raju ko jhatke se uthaya aur seedha khada kiya.
"Saaf-saaf bol. Paheliyan mat bujha."
Raju ne thook nigla. Ab wo pal aa gaya tha.
"Sneha mein koi kami nahi hai Papa. Uski zameen upjaau hai. Bas beej chahiye. Aur wo beej... wo beej bahar wale ka nahi hona chahiye."
Raju ne Suresh ji ki aankhon mein dekha.
"Aapka khoon mera khoon hai. Aap mere pita hain. Agar... agar aap apna 'beej' de dein... toh Sneha pregnant ho sakti hai."
Chataaak!
Suresh ji ka bhari haath Raju ke gaal par pada. Raju ladkhada kar bhains ke charare mein ja gire.
"Madarch*d!" Suresh ji garje. Unki aankhein gusse se laal ho gayin. "Apne baap ko ye bolne aaya hai tu? Sharam nahi aati tujhe? Tu chahta hai main apni bahu ke sath... apni beti saman bahu ke sath muh kaala karun? Chee!"
"Main sone ki baat nahi kar raha Papa!" Raju wahi se chillaya, gaal par haath rakhe huye. "Main sex karne ki baat nahi kar raha! Doctor ne bataya hai... 'Artificial' tarika hota hai. Aapko bas... aapko bas ek dabba mein apna virya nikalna hai. Hum wo injection se Sneha ke andar daal denge. Aapko use chuna bhi nahi padega!"
Suresh ji ruk gaye. Unki chhati zor-zor se upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
"Dabba? Injection?" Unhone ajeeb si ghinnauni shakal banayi. "Ye kya hijdon wale kaam hain? Mard ka kaam bistar par hota hai, dabbon mein nahi!"
"Par Papa, yahi ek rasta hai!" Raju rengte huye wapas unke paas aaye. "Agar humne ye nahi kiya, toh Maa ne kaha hai wo meri doosri shadi kara dengi. Kis-kis se shadi karunga main? Kami toh mujh mein hai! Duniya walon ko pata chal jayega ki Rathor ka beta namard hai. Aapki izzat mitti mein mil jayegi Papa. Gaon wale hasenge hum par."
Izzat.
Ye shabd Suresh ji par gehra asar kar gaya. Gaon mein unki shaan thi. Agar logo ko pata chala beta 'na-kaara' hai...
Suresh ji ne apni moochhon par haath fera. Wo shant ho gaye, par dimaag chal raha tha.
Unhone apni lungi ko theek kiya.
"Tu chahta hai main... us dabba mein..." Suresh ji ko bolne mein bhi ajeeb lag raha tha.
"Haan Papa," Raju ne hath jod liye. "Sirf ek baar. Sochiye... wo bacha aapka hi ansh hoga. Wo bilkul aapke jaisa tagda aur swasth hoga. Meri tarah kamzor nahi. Vansh wahi rahega. Khoon wahi rahega."
Suresh ji ne door khet ki taraf dekha.
Fir unhone Raju ko dekha. Ek kamzor, rota hua beta.
Aur fir unke dimaag mein Sneha ka chehra aaya. Wo jawan, gori-chitti bahu jo subah unhe chori-chhupe dekh rahi thi. Jiski jawani barbad ho rahi thi.
Suresh ji ke andar ka 'Mard' jaag utha. Ek ajeeb si tusti mili unhe ye jaan kar ki bhale hi beta jawan hai, par asli 'Nar' abhi bhi wo khud hain. Unka beej abhi bhi zinda hai.
"Sun," Suresh ji ne gambhirta se kaha. Unhone jhuk kar Raju ke kandhe par haath rakha. Unka haath Raju ki gardan par kisi shikanje ki tarah kasa hua tha.
"Main ye tere liye nahi kar raha. Main ye apne purvajon ke liye kar raha hoon. Mujhe manzoor nahi ki mera vansh yahan khatam ho jaye."
Raju ke chehre par umeed ki kiran aa gayi. "Aap... aap tayar hain?"
Suresh ji ne ek gehri saans li aur apni baniyan utaar kar pasina poncha.
"Theek hai. Agar dawa-daru aur in dabbon se hi vansh badhna hai, toh main tayar hoon. Main de dunga apna beej."
Raju khushi se unke pairon mein girne wale the, par Suresh ji ne unhe rok diya.
Suresh ji ka chehra ab khatarnak hadd tak serious tha. Unki aankhein Raju ki rooh mein jhank rahi thin.
"Par ek baat yaad rakhna Raju," Suresh ji ne ungli utha kar chetavani di.
"Ye baat isi khet mein dab jayegi. Teri Maa ko, ya gaon mein kisi aur ko iski bhanak bhi nahi lagni chahiye. Aur Bahu... Bahu ko samjha dena ki ye koi khel nahi hai. Ye majboori hai. Ye pehli aur aakhri baar hoga."
Raju ne gardan hilayi. "Haan Papa, kisi ko pata nahi chalega. Sneha maan gayi hai. Hum aaj raat hi..."
"Raat ki baat raat mein karenge," Suresh ji ne baat kaat di. Unhone wapas brush utha liya. "Ab ja yahan se. Mujhe kaam karne de."
Raju wahan se bhage, jaise unhe nayi zindagi mil gayi ho.
Suresh ji wahi khade rahe.
Unhone apni bhains ki peeth par haath fera.
Unke dimaag mein ab 'Vansh' nahi, kuch aur chal raha tha.
Dabba... Cup...
Unhone apni lungi ke upar se apne auzaar ko mehsoos kiya.
"Bahu ke liye..." unhone dheere se budbudaya. "Chalo, budhape mein ye bhi karke dekh lete hain."
Hawa mein ab sirf pasine ki nahi, balki ek 'Gehre Raaz' ki mehak thi. Sauda ho chuka tha. Baap ne bete ki jagah lene ki haami bhar di thi.

 

[wofeloh916]

Chapter 11: Shanta ki Vidayi aur 'Teen Din ka Vrat'
[Location: Ghar ka Main Gate aur Drawing Room, Subah 8:30 AM]
Subah ki dhoop tez ho chuki thi, lekin hamare ghar ke bahar ka mahual usse bhi zyada garam tha. Gali mein ek badi si safed Travel Bus khadi thi, jiska engine 'dhug-dhug' kar raha tha, aur horn baar-baar baj raha tha.
Meri Saas, Shanta Maa ji, aaj kisi jung par jaane wale sipahi ki tarah taiyar thin. Unhone ek chamakdar peeli saree pehen rakhi thi, maathe par bada sa teeka, aur gale mein noton ki mala jaise wo teerth par nahi, chunav ladne ja rahi hon. Unki 'Mahila Mandali' ki baaki auratein bhi bus ki khidkiyon se jhank rahi thin aur chilla rahi thin—"Arre Shanta behen! Jaldi aao! Driver chala jayega!"
Main, Sneha, darwaze par khadi thi, haath mein paani ka lota aur dahi-cheeni ki katori liye. Maine ek simple si maroon colour ki salwar-kameez pehen rakhi thi. Chunni ko maine acche se apne seene par phaila rakha tha taaki mere 34 size ke bhaari boobs dhake rahein, par andar ki ghabrahat ki wajah se meri saansein itni tez thin ki chunni bhi mere seene ke utaar-chadhav ko chupa nahi pa rahi thi.
"Arre Bahu!" Shanta Maa ji ne mud kar mujhe ghurte huye kaha, unki awaz mein wahi purani kadwahat thi. "Dhyaan rakhna ghar ka. Aur khabar daar agar mere piche rasoi mein gandagi ki toh. Suresh ji ko time par khana dena, aur Raju ka dhyaan rakhna."
Unhone Raju ki taraf dekha jo unka suitcase bus mein rakhne ja raha tha. "Raju beta, apna khayal rakhna. Aur sun..." Unhone awaz dheemi ki par mujhe saaf sunayi diya, "...is baar jab main wapas aaun, toh mujhe koi 'acchi khabar' milni chahiye. Har baar main khaali haath nahi lautna chahti."
Raju ka chehra utar gaya. Wo bechara suitcase bus ki dicky mein daalte huye bas sar hila kar reh gaya.
Suresh Babuji... mere Sasur... gate ke paas khade the. Unhone aaj khet wale kapde nahi, balki ek saaf safed kurta aur dhoti pehen rakhi thi. Unke chehre par ek ajeeb si shanti thi—jaise koi qaidi jailer ke jaane ka intezar kar raha ho.
"Jao Shanta, der ho rahi hai," Suresh ji ne apni bhaari awaz mein kaha, bina unki aankhon mein dekhe. "Bhagwan ke darshan acche se karna. Jaldi aane ki koshish mat karna, dharam-karam mein samay lagta hai."
Unki baat mein ek chupa hua sarcasm tha, par Maa ji samajh nahi payin. Wo bus mein chadh gayin. Bus ka darwaza band hua, engine ne zor lagaya, aur dhool udate huye bus gali ke mod se gayab ho gayi.
Sannata.
Achanak se poore ghar mein, poori gali mein ek gehra sannata chha gaya.
Gate band karne ki 'Khatak' awaz ne mujhe chonka diya.
Raju ne gate band kiya aur hum teeno—Main, Raju aur Suresh Babuji—aangan mein khade reh gaye.
Ek ajeeb si feeling thi. Ghar ab 'khali' tha. Koi rok-tok karne wala nahi, koi taana maarne wala nahi. Sirf teen log... ek namard pati, ek jawan aurat, aur ek taqatwar 'Donor'.
"Main... main andar paani rakhti hoon," main hadbada kar boli aur drawing room ki taraf bhagi. Mere pair kaanp rahe the. Mujhe pata tha ki ab kya hone wala hai. Ye chaar din... ye chaar din meri zindagi badalne wale the.
[Location: Drawing Room, Subah 9:00 AM]
Hum teeno drawing room mein baithe the. Pankha upar ghar-ghar karke chal raha tha, par kamre mein AC ki thandak ke bawajood Raju ke maathe par pasina chamak raha tha.
Suresh ji 'Head of the Family' wali badi sofe-chair par baithe the. Unhone apna kurta upar kar rakha tha aur dhoti ko thoda dheela kar diya tha, taaki hawa lage. Unki moti, baalon se bhari taangein faili hui thin. Wo bade aaram se, befikr hokar baithe the, jaise unhe koi tension hi na ho.
Raju aur main saamne wale sofe par baithe the, ek dusre se thoda door.
Raju baar-baar apni mutthi band kar raha tha aur khol raha tha. Table par, ek neele rang ka plastic bag rakha hua tha jo Raju medical store se laya tha.
"Toh?" Suresh ji ne khamoshi todi. Unki awaz drawing room mein gunj gayi. "Shanta gayi. Ab bata, tera kya plan hai? Tu keh raha tha kuch 'dawa-daru' ka intezam karna hai?"
Raju ne ek gehri saans li, jaise wo paani mein koodne se pehle leta hai. Usne kaanpte haathon se wo neela bag uthaya.
"Ji Papa..." Raju ki awaz phat rahi thi. "Wo... plan wahi hai jo humne khet par baat ki thi."
Raju ne bag se ek cardboard ka dabba nikala. Usme se usne ek transparent plastic ka Sterile Cup aur ek moti si, bina sui wali Syringe nikal kar kaanch ki table par rakh di.
Wo plastic ka cup table par rakha hua kisi bomb jaisa lag raha tha.
Maine apni nazrein neeche kar li, meri chunni ko apni ungliyon mein marodne lagi. Mera chehra sharam se tamatar jaisa laal ho raha tha. Mere sasur ke saamne... mere pati ne wo 'bartan' rakh diya tha jisme unhe apna 'paani' nikalna tha.
Suresh ji ne us cup ko dekha, fir syringe ko dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek mazaak aur hairani dono thi. Wo aage jhuke aur us cup ko utha kar aise dekha jaise koi khilona ho.
"Isme?" Suresh ji ne ek kadwi hasi hastay huye pucha. "Is plastic ke katorodan mein tujhe mera 'vansh' chahiye?"
"H-Haan Papa," Raju ne nazrein jhuka kar kaha. "Doctor ne yahi diya hai. Ye... ye saaf hota hai. Isme bacteria nahi hote."
"Bacteria..." Suresh ji ne 'Huh' kiya aur cup wapas table par fenk diya. "Mitti mein palne wale aadmi hain hum Raju, humein kide-makodo ka darr nahi hota. Par chal, teri doctori maan lete hain."
Ab sabse mushkil hissa aane wala tha. Mujhe pata tha Raju kya bolne wala hai, aur main chahti thi ki zameen phat jaye aur main usme sama jaaun.
"Papa ek... ek zaroori baat aur hai," Raju ne thook nigla. Usne meri taraf ek baar dekha, meri aankhon mein wo darr aur sharam dekh kar usne jaldi se nazrein hata li.
"Kya?" Suresh ji ne apni dhoti ke andar khujli karte huye pucha. Ye nazara dekh kar main seham gayi. Wo itne natural the, itne 'raw' the.
"Wo... Doctor ne kaha hai ki... ki..." Raju atak raha tha.
"Bol bhi de ab! Muh mein dahi jama hai kya?" Suresh ji ne daanta.
"Doctor ne kaha hai ki sperm count... matlab 'beej' ki ginti badhane ke liye... aapko agle teen din tak... matlab jab tak hum ye process nahi karte... tab tak aapko 'nakaalna' nahi hai."
Kamre mein sannata chha gaya.
Suresh ji ki bhauhein chadh gayin. "Nikaalna nahi hai? Matlab?"
Raju ka chehra ab sharam se poora laal ho chuka tha. "Matlab... aapko 'hath' nahi lagana hai Papa. Abstinence rakhna hai. Sex ya... ya hastmaithun nahi karna hai teen din tak. Taaki jab teesre din aap is cup mein dein, toh maal zyada ho aur gaadha ho. Usse pregnancy ke chance badh jate hain."
Maine apni saansein rok li. Ek beta apne baap ko bol raha tha ki 'Papa, muth mat maarna teen din tak'. Isse zyada sharamnaak aur awkward pal kisi bahu ki zindagi mein kya ho sakta hai?
Suresh ji ek pal ke liye chup rahe. Wo Raju ko ghurte rahe. Fir achanak... wo zor se hase.
"Hahahaha!"
Unki bhaari hasi se kamra gunj utha. Wo hasi kisi khushi ki nahi, balki ek mardana ahankaar ki hasi thi.
"Arre Raju!" Suresh ji ne haste huye apne ghutne par haath maara. "Tu bhi na... tera doctor bhi pagal aur tu bhi gadha."
Wo thoda serious huye, par unki aankhon mein ek shararati chamak thi jo seedha meri taraf teer ki tarah aa rahi thi.
"Sun beta," Suresh ji ne Raju ki aankhon mein dekhte huye kaha, "Teen din rukne ki baat kar raha hai? Mera irada toh poora hai ki vansh aage badhe, par beta..."
Unhone ek pal ke liye ruka, apni gehari kaali aankhon ko meri taraf ghumaya. Meri saansein atak gayin. Unki nazrein mere chehre se hat kar seedha mere seene par ruk gayin, jaise wo mere andar chupi hui ghabrahat aur uttejna dono ko padh rahe hon.
"...Dekh Raju, Bahu ke liye toh main mahina bhar rok loon, par tumhari Maa ke darr se roz subah khet mein pani nikalna padta hai."
Sannata.
Ekdum bhayanak sannata.
Mere dimaag mein unke shabd kisi bomb ki tarah phate. 'Roz subah pani nikalna padta hai'.
Main shocked thi. Mera muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Maine apni aankhein badi karke apne sasur ko dekha. Kya unhone abhi wahi kaha jo maine suna?
Wo keh rahe the ki wo... wo roz karte hain? 56 saal ki umar mein?
Meri nazrein ghum kar mere pati Raju par gayin. Raju ka chehra sharam se safed pad gaya tha. Wo apne ghutne par rakhe haathon ko zor se masal raha tha. Raju... jo mahine mein ek baar mushkil se mere paas aate the, wo bhi bina kisi josh ke. Aur yahan unke pita... jo dada banne ki umar mein the, wo keh rahe the ki unhe daily release chahiye hota hai warna wo reh nahi sakte.
"R-Roz?" Raju ke muh se bas yahi ek shabd nikla, ek mari hui awaz mein.
Suresh ji zor se hase, "Hahaha! Arre haan bhai! Mard hoon, koi sookhi lakdi thodi hoon. Subah jab khet par nalkaa chalaata hoon na, toh shareer ki garmi bhi nikaalni padti hai, warna dimaag kaam nahi karta. Tera kya hai... tu toh thanda pada rehta hai AC mein. Hum khet ke log hain, humara engine garam rehta hai."
Unki baton mein itna raw masculine pride tha ki mujhe sharam ke maare dharti mein sama jane ka man kar raha tha, par saath hi... saath hi meri yoni mein ek ajeeb si k-kashish hui.
Mere dimaag ne, anchaahe taur par, ek tasveer bana li.
Suresh ji... khet mein akele... subah ki dhoop mein... nange badan... apni us 'cheez' ko haath mein lekar... use masalte huye...
Cheeeee Sneha! Maine khud ko daanta. Sasur hain wo tere!
Par wo khayal hatt nahi raha tha. 'Roz nikalna padta hai'. Iska matlab unka 'tank' hamesha full rehta hai. Iska matlab unke paas wo fluid itni zyada matra mein banta hai ki unhe roz khali karna padta hai. Aur Raju? Raju ka toh boond-boond karke bhi nahi banta.
"Toh... toh Papa," Raju ne himmat karke kaha, halanki uski awaz kaanp rahi thi. "Toh iska matlab... aap kar paoge? Teen din control?"
Suresh ji ne apni dhoti ke upar se apni jaangh par zor se haath maara. Thapp!
"Karunga na!" Unhone chhati chaudi ki. "Ab Bahu ki jholi bharni hai, toh karna padega. Mushkil hoga... bahut mushkil hoga. Teen din tak bandh baandh kar rakhna padega. Par chinta mat kar..."
Wo aage jhuke aur unhone table par rakhe us plastic ke cup ko ungli se hilaya.
"...Jab teesre din ye baandh tootega na Raju, toh tera ye katora chhota pad jayega. Itna 'maal' jama hoga ki sambhalna mushkil ho jayega."
Mera chehra ab itna garam tha ki main almost paseene mein thi. 'Katora chhota pad jayega'.
Unke bolne ka dhang itna ganda aur desi tha ki wo seedha mere dimaag ke us hisse par waar kar raha tha jo sex ke liye bhookha tha.
"Theek hai Papa," Raju ne jaldi se kaha, shayad wo aur zillat nahi jhelna chahta tha. "Toh aaj se... abhi se shuru. Aaj pehla din. Parso raat ko... parso raat ko hum ye karenge."
Suresh ji khade ho gaye. Unki height, unka chauda seena... Raju unke saamne kisi bache jaisa lag raha tha.
"Theek hai," Suresh ji ne kaha. Fir wo mude aur jaane lage, par darwaze par ruk gaye.
Unhone mud kar meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ab mazaak nahi tha, ek ajeeb si hunger thi. Jaise wo mujhe bata rahe hon ki 'Dekh Bahu, tere liye main apni mardangi ko rok raha hoon'.
"Bahu," unhone awaaz di.
Main hadbada kar khadi ho gayi. "J-Ji Babuji?"
"In teen dino mein... khana thoda taqat wala banana. Doodh-ghee ki kami mat rakhna," unhone ek gehri muskurahat ke sath kaha. "Taqat bacha ke rakhni hai na... 'Daan' dene ke liye."
Wo haste huye apne kamre ki taraf chale gaye. Unki dhoti piche se hil rahi thi, aur mujhe pata tha ki us dhoti ke andar ek soya hua janwar ab teen din ke liye qaid hone wala tha.
[Location: Rasoi, Dopahar 1:30 PM]
Drawing room ka wo scene mere dimaag se nikal hi nahi raha tha. Main rasoi mein roti bel rahi thi, par mera dhyan baar-baar Suresh ji ki baaton par ja raha tha.
Roz subah... Khet mein...
Tabhi Raju rasoi mein aaya. Wo paani peene aaya tha.
"Raju?" maine dheere se pucha.
"Hmm?" usne bina meri taraf dekhe gilaas muh se lagaya.
"Kya... kya ye zaroori tha? Unhe ye sab batana ki 'hilaana' mat? Kitna ajeeb lag raha tha."
Raju ne gilaas patka. "Toh kya karta Sneha? Doctor ne bola hai volume chahiye. Quantity chahiye. Agar wo roz nikaal denge toh bachega kya dene ke liye? Waise hi unki umar 56 hai."
"Par..." maine hichkichate huye kaha. "Unhone kaha ki wo... roz karte hain. Aapko pata tha?"
Raju ne meri taraf gusse se dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek jalan thi.
"Haan, pata tha! Khush? Yahi sunna chahti thi na tum? Ki mera baap mujhse zyada mard hai? Ki wo budha hokar bhi roz kar sakta hai aur main jawan hokar bhi bekaar hoon?"
"Maine ye nahi kaha Raju!" main uske paas gayi aur uska haath pakad liya. "Main bas... main bas hairan thi."
Raju ne mera haath jhatak diya.
"Hairan mat ho. Bas dua karo ki ye teen din jaldi beet jayein. Mujhe unke chehre par wo 'ghamand' dekh kar ulti aati hai. Kaise wo mujhe neech dikhate hain. 'Katora chhota pad jayega'... huh!"
Raju badbadate huye bahar chala gaya.
Main wahi khadi reh gayi.
Raju ko 'ghinn' aa rahi thi. Par mujhe?
Maine apne haath apne pet par rakhe.
Sach kahun toh, jab Suresh ji ne kaha tha ki 'Katora chhota pad jayega', toh mere andar ek umeed jaagi thi. Ek pyas jaagi thi.
Agar sach mein itna saara 'maal' hoga... toh jab wo mere andar jayega... toh kaisa feel hoga?
Wo 'bhara-bhara' ehsaas... jo mujhe Raju ke sath kabhi nahi mila. Raju ka paani toh bas do boond hota tha, pata bhi nahi chalta tha kab andar gaya aur kab khatam ho gaya.
Par Suresh ji ka 'jamaya hua' teen din ka paani...
Maine apni taangein bheech li. Meri salwar ke andar nami badhne lagi thi.
"Hey Bhagwan, main narak mein jaungi," maine khud se kaha. Par mere honthon par ek halki si, sharam se bhari muskurahat thi.
Teen din ka vrat shuru ho chuka tha.
Ghar mein ek ajeeb sa tanaav tha. Har koi jaanta tha ki Suresh ji ke andar kya 'pakk' raha hai.
Har baar jab wo mere saamne aate, toh meri nazar anchaahe taur par unki dhoti ke middle part par chali jati. Aur mujhe lagta ki shayad... shayad wo hissa pehle se thoda zyada bhari, thoda zyada suja hua lag raha hai.
Wo 'bomb' tick-tock kar raha tha. Aur teesri raat ko... wo phatne wala tha. Meri kokh mein.