Incest Ek Anokha Bandhan: Maa Aur Bete Ki Dilchasp Kahani

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Pooja Sharma, 43 saal ki ek khuddar aur tejasvi mahila, Delhi Police mein ek senior inspector thi.

Uska jism ek anokha sangam tha—thodi si motapa jo uske curves ko aur numbayaan karta tha, khaas taur par uski kamar aur hips par, lekin woh fit thi, police ki vardi mein ekdum sakht aur mazboot dikhayi deti thi.

Uski chaati bharpoor aur sudoul thi, jo uski khaaki vardi ke neeche ek naya roop leti thi, aur uske baalon ka jooda uske chehre ko aur bhi teekha banata tha.

Uski aankhon mein ek gehri chamak thi, jo kayde aur kanun ke saath-saath ek alag si kaamukta bhi chhupaye rakhti thi.

Har subah woh apni vardi pehenti, apne ghar se niklti, aur apne kaam mein itni mashgool ho jati ki log usse "Iron Lady" kehne lage the.

Lekin ghar par, uski wahi sakhti ek pyaar bhari roop mein badal jati thi, khaas taur par jab baat uske bete Kartik ki hoti thi.

Kartik, Pooja ka ek lauta beta, 20 saal ka ek hoshiyaar aur thoda sharmeela ladka tha. Delhi University mein padhta tha, jahan woh apne doston ke beech hansi-mazaak mein khoya rehta aur apni padhai mein dil lagata tha.

Uska chehra uske papa Ajay se milta tha—wahi gehri aankhen, wahi halki si muskaan—lekin uska dil apni maa ke kareeb tha, chahe woh is baat ko samajh na paye.

Ghar par, Pooja ki sakht mizaaj maa hone ki wajah se woh aksar usse thodi si doori mehsoos karta tha, lekin uski aankhon mein apni maa ke liye ek gehri izzat aur chhupa hua pyaar tha, jo shayad usne khud bhi kabhi poori tarah se nahi pehchaana.

Ghar mein teesra shaks tha—Colonel Vijay Sharma, 68 saal ke ek purane fauji, jinka dil ab bhi apne fauji zamaane mein atka hua tha.

Apne bete Ajay ki maut ke baad—jo ek car accident mein 10 saal pehle guzar gaya tha—woh Pooja aur Kartik ke saath rehne aaye the.

Tab se, Pooja ne apne bete ko akela hi paala, aur Colonel Saab ne apni taraf se saath diya.

Woh aksar apni purani kahaniyaan sunate, aur Kartik unhe bade chav se sunta, lekin ab Colonel Saab ke mann mein ek shak paida hone laga tha—Pooja aur Kartik ke beech ka rishta, kahi woh kisi alag mod par toh nahi badal raha?

Ek raat, jab Pooja apne thane se der se ghar lauti, uski vardi thodi si dheeli ho chuki thi, aur uske baal jhoode se nikal kar uske chehre par bikhar gaye the.

Ghar mein sannata tha, sirf drawing room se ek halki si roshni aa rahi thi. Usne dekha ki Kartik abhi bhi waha baitha tha, apni kitaab ke saath uljha hua.

Uska kurta thoda sa khula hua tha, aur uske chehre par thakan ke saath ek ajeeb si chamak thi. Pooja ne apna bag side mein rakha, apne baal khole, aur uske paas jaakar boli, "Kartik, itni raat tak padhai? Jao so jao, subah college hai."

Kartik ne muskurate hue uski taraf dekha, "Bas thodi der aur, Maa. Yeh chapter khatam kar loon toh araam se so jaunga."

Uski awaaz mein ek narmi thi, aur uski aankhen Pooja ke chehre par thodi der tak theher gayi.

Pooja uske paas baith gayi, thodi si kareeb—shayad zaroori se zyada kareeb. Usne apna haath uske kandhe par rakha aur dheere se sahlaya,

"Tum itna mehnat kyun karte ho? Thodi si raahat bhi toh zaroori hai." Uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si garmi thi, jo Kartik ke dil ko chhoo gayi.

 

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Usne notice kiya ki Kartik ke haathon mein ek purani photo thi—uski aur Ajay ki shadi ki tasveer. Pooja ka dil ek pal ke liye dhadka. "Yeh kyun rakha hai?" usne sawaal kiya, apni ungliyon ko uske haathon par dheere se rakhte hue.

Kartik ne thodi jhijhak ke saath jawab diya, "Bas aise hi, Maa. Papa ki yaad aayi toh socha dekhu. Aap isme kitni sundar lag rahi hain."

Usne Pooja ki aankhon mein dekha, aur ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ek ajeeb sa sannata chha gaya.

Pooja ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan aayi, lekin uski aankhen kuch aur keh rahi thi.

Usne apna haath Kartik ke baalon mein phiraya, uske gaal ko dheere se chhua, aur boli, "Tum bhi apne papa jaise hi ho—shakal se bhi, aur dil se bhi. Lekin shayad... thodi si meri bhi parchhai hai tumme."

Uski ungliyan Kartik ke chehre par thodi der tak ruki rahi, aur uski saansen ek alag si lahar ban kar uske paas aayi.

Kartik ke dil mein ek hulchul si uthi—yeh kaisa ehsaas tha?"Kya matlab, Maa?" Kartik ne sawaal kiya, uski awaaz mein ek masoomiyat thi, lekin aankhon mein ek sawaal.

Pooja ne thodi der uski aankhon mein dekha, phir apne honthon par ek halki si muskaan laayi. "Matlab yeh ki tum mein mera bhi ek hissa hai, Kartik. Tum meri wajah se is duniya me aaye ho... meri jaan ho."

Usne apna haath uske haath par rakha, aur ek pal ke liye uski ungliyan Kartik ki ungliyon se ulajh gayi.

Yeh sparsh kuch alag tha—ek maa ka pyaar, ya shayad kuch aur?

Kartik ke mann mein ek toofan sa utha. "Maa, aap aaj thodi alag kyun lag rahi hain?" usne sawaal kiya, apna haath wapas khinchte hue, lekin uski aankhen Pooja se hat nahi rahi thi.

Pooja hass padi, lekin uski hansi mein ek chhupi si kaamukta thi. "Alag? Shayad thakan hai, ya shayad... tumhe dekh kar dil mein kuch aur hi khayal aate hain."

Usne apne baal peeche kiye, apni gardan ko thoda sa nanga chhodte hue, aur Kartik ki taraf jhuki. "Tum bade ho gaye ho, Kartik. Ab sirf mere bete nahi, mera saathi bhi lagte ho."

Kartik ka chehra laal ho gaya, aur woh jaldi se apni kitaab band karne laga. "Maa, aap bhi na... chalo, main sone jaa raha hoon."

Lekin jab woh utha, Pooja ne uska haath pakad liya—ek halki si pakad, lekin usme ek ajeeb si taakat thi."Sone se pehle ek baat sun lo," Pooja ne kaha, apni awaaz ko aur naram karte hue.

"Tum meri zindagi ka sabse bada sukoon ho. Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon, agar Ajay hote, toh shayad tumhe itna pyaar na karti jitna ab karti hoon."

Usne Kartik ke haath ko apne honton ke paas le jaakar ek halka sa chumban diya, aur phir usse chhod diya.

Kartik ke dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. "Maa..." usne bas itna hi kaha, aur apne kamre ki taraf chala gaya, lekin uski aankhon mein ek sawal tha—yeh kya ho raha tha?

Dusri taraf, Colonel Saab apne kamre mein bistar par let kar yeh sab sun rahe the. Darwaza thoda sa khula hua tha, aur unki aankhon mein ek gahra shak jag chuka tha.

Pooja ka woh lehja, uska woh sparsh—yeh sirf ek maa-beta ka rishta nahi tha.

Unke mann mein ek sawaal utha—kya yeh rishta zindagi ke kisi ajeeb mod par badal raha tha? Woh chupchap bistar par let gaye, lekin unki neend ud chuki thi.

 

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Usne notice kiya ki Kartik ke haathon mein ek purani photo thi—uski aur Ajay ki shadi ki tasveer. Pooja ka dil ek pal ke liye dhadka. "Yeh kyun rakha hai?" usne sawaal kiya, apni ungliyon ko uske haathon par dheere se rakhte hue.

Kartik ne thodi jhijhak ke saath jawab diya, "Bas aise hi, Maa. Papa ki yaad aayi toh socha dekhu. Aap isme kitni sundar lag rahi hain."

Usne Pooja ki aankhon mein dekha, aur ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ek ajeeb sa sannata chha gaya.

Pooja ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan aayi, lekin uski aankhen kuch aur keh rahi thi.

Usne apna haath Kartik ke baalon mein phiraya, uske gaal ko dheere se chhua, aur boli, "Tum bhi apne papa jaise hi ho—shakal se bhi, aur dil se bhi. Lekin shayad... thodi si meri bhi parchhai hai tumme."

Uski ungliyan Kartik ke chehre par thodi der tak ruki rahi, aur uski saansen ek alag si lahar ban kar uske paas aayi.

Kartik ke dil mein ek hulchul si uthi—yeh kaisa ehsaas tha?"Kya matlab, Maa?" Kartik ne sawaal kiya, uski awaaz mein ek masoomiyat thi, lekin aankhon mein ek sawaal.

Pooja ne thodi der uski aankhon mein dekha, phir apne honthon par ek halki si muskaan laayi. "Matlab yeh ki tum mein mera bhi ek hissa hai, Kartik. Tum meri wajah se is duniya me aaye ho... meri jaan ho."

Usne apna haath uske haath par rakha, aur ek pal ke liye uski ungliyan Kartik ki ungliyon se ulajh gayi.

Yeh sparsh kuch alag tha—ek maa ka pyaar, ya shayad kuch aur?

Kartik ke mann mein ek toofan sa utha. "Maa, aap aaj thodi alag kyun lag rahi hain?" usne sawaal kiya, apna haath wapas khinchte hue, lekin uski aankhen Pooja se hat nahi rahi thi.

Pooja hass padi, lekin uski hansi mein ek chhupi si kaamukta thi. "Alag? Shayad thakan hai, ya shayad... tumhe dekh kar dil mein kuch aur hi khayal aate hain."

Usne apne baal peeche kiye, apni gardan ko thoda sa nanga chhodte hue, aur Kartik ki taraf jhuki. "Tum bade ho gaye ho, Kartik. Ab sirf mere bete nahi, mera saathi bhi lagte ho."

Kartik ka chehra laal ho gaya, aur woh jaldi se apni kitaab band karne laga. "Maa, aap bhi na... chalo, main sone jaa raha hoon."

Lekin jab woh utha, Pooja ne uska haath pakad liya—ek halki si pakad, lekin usme ek ajeeb si taakat thi."Sone se pehle ek baat sun lo," Pooja ne kaha, apni awaaz ko aur naram karte hue.

"Tum meri zindagi ka sabse bada sukoon ho. Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon, agar Ajay hote, toh shayad tumhe itna pyaar na karti jitna ab karti hoon."

Usne Kartik ke haath ko apne honton ke paas le jaakar ek halka sa chumban diya, aur phir usse chhod diya.

Kartik ke dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. "Maa..." usne bas itna hi kaha, aur apne kamre ki taraf chala gaya, lekin uski aankhon mein ek sawal tha—yeh kya ho raha tha?

Dusri taraf, Colonel Saab apne kamre mein bistar par let kar yeh sab sun rahe the. Darwaza thoda sa khula hua tha, aur unki aankhon mein ek gahra shak jag chuka tha.

Pooja ka woh lehja, uska woh sparsh—yeh sirf ek maa-beta ka rishta nahi tha.

Unke mann mein ek sawaal utha—kya yeh rishta zindagi ke kisi ajeeb mod par badal raha tha? Woh chupchap bistar par let gaye, lekin unki neend ud chuki thi.

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Part 2
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Pooja Sharma apne thane mein ek naye murder case mein uljhi hui thi. Ek 35 saal ke vyapari, Vikram Sethi, ki laash South Delhi ke ek posh ilaake mein mili thi—sar par goli ka nishaan aur paas mein ek purani revolver padi hui.

Case sensitive tha, aur Pooja par dabav tha ki jaldi se jaldi iska khulasa ho.

Uske saath kaam kar rahi thi Sub-Inspector Neha Rawat, 33 saal ki ek tez-tarrar aurat, jo apne sarcastic andaaz ke liye jani jati thi, aur Constable Arjun Yadav, 28 saal ka ek jawan ladka, jo Pooja ke har hukm ko dil se manta tha, lekin uski aankhon mein Pooja ke liye ek chhupa hua attraction bhi tha.

Subah se raat tak, Pooja thane mein witnesses ke bayanaat, forensic reports, aur CCTV footage mein ghusi rahi.

Neha ne ek baar mazak mein kaha, "Ma’am, aap toh case ke saath shaadi kar chuki hain—ghar kab jaengi?" Pooja ne thandi nigahon se uski taraf dekha aur boli, "Jab tak is khooni ka chehra saamne nahi aata, tab tak ghar mere liye ek hotel se zyada nahi."

Arjun chupchap unke beech chai ke cup rakhta raha, lekin jab Pooja cup uthati, uski ungliyon ko chhute hue uska dil thodi der ke liye dhadak jata tha.

Ghar par, Kartik apni padhai ke saath uljha hua tha, lekin uska dhyan baar-baar apni maa ki taraf ja raha tha.

Pooja teen din se ghar der se aa rahi thi, aur jab aati, toh uske chehre par thakan ke saath ek ajeeb si chingaari dikhti thi.

Ghar mein ek nayi shaks bhi aayi thi—Kamla Devi, 50 saal ki ek maid, jo Colonel Saab ki sehat ka khayal rakhne aur ghar sambhalne ke liye rakhi gayi thi.

Kamla thodi baatuni thi, aur uski aankhon mein zindagi ka tajurba jhalakta tha. Woh aksar Kartik se kehti, "Beta, teri maa badi himmatwali hai—aisa dil aur dimaag ek saath kam logon mein hota hai."

Ek raat, jab Pooja lagbhag 1 baje ghar pahunchi, uski vardi mein ek mitti ki khushboo thi, aur uske baal thodi si bikhre hue the.

Usne dekha ki Kartik abhi bhi drawing room mein baitha tha—ek cup coffee haath mein aur aankhon mein neend ki jagah ek ajeeb si bechaini.

"Kartik, tum abhi tak jaag rahe ho?" Pooja ne apni vardi ka coat utarte hue sawaal kiya, uski awaaz mein thakan ke saath ek chhupi si narmi thi.

Kartik ne thodi si jhijhak ke saath jawab diya, "Maa, aap itni der se aa rahi hain—mujhe chinta hoti hai. Yeh case… kitna dangerous hai?"

Uske shabdon mein pyaar tha, lekin uski awaaz mein ek garmi thi jo Pooja ke kaanon tak pahunchi.

Woh sofe par uske paas baitha, uski aankhen Pooja ke chehre par theher gayi—uski thaki hui aankhen, uski gardan par paseene ki ek boond, sab kuch uske dil ko chhoo raha tha.

Pooja uske aur kareeb aayi, uski saansen thodi tez thi. "Tumhe meri fikar karne ki zarurat nahi, Kartik. Main apna khayal rakh sakti hoon."

Usne apna haath Kartik ke kandhe par rakha, aur ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi.

Kartik ne apni maa ke haath ko mehsoos kiya—woh thanda tha, lekin usme ek garmi thi jo uske dil tak chali gayi.

"Maa, aapke haath itne thande kyun hain?" usne dheere se poochha, apni ungliyon se uske haath ko chhute hue.

Pooja ne uski aankhon mein dekha, uske honthon par ek halki si muskaan aayi.

"Thande hain kyunki din bhar kaam kiya, lekin tumhare paas aate hi garmi si mehsoos hoti hai."

Usne apna haath uske chehre ki taraf badhaya, uske gaal ko dheere se sahlaya, aur boli, "Tumhari wajah se meri thakan chhhoo mantar ho jati hai, Kartik. Tum mera sukoon ho."

Uski awaaz ek geeli hawa ki tarah thi, jo Kartik ke dil mein utar gayi.Kartik ka chehra thoda sa laal ho gaya.

"Maa, aap aisa kyun bolti hain? Dil mein kuch… ajeeb sa hota hai," usne kaha, apni nazar jhukate hue, lekin uska haath abhi bhi Pooja ke haath ke paas tha.

Pooja ne apna haath wapas nahi liya, balki uski ungliyan Kartik ki ungliyon se thodi si ulajh gayi.

"Ajeeb sa kyun? Main teri maa hoon, lekin kabhi-kabhi sochti hoon… tu mera beta hi nahi, mera woh bhi hai jo koi aur nahi samajh sakta."

Usne apne baal peeche kiye, apni gardan ko thoda sa nanga chhodte hue, aur Kartik ki taraf jhuki.

"Tum bade ho gaye ho, Kartik. Teri aankhon mein ek aag hai… jo mujhe bhi chhoo jati hai."Kartik ke dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi.

 

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"Maa, yeh aag… yeh kaisa ehsaas hai? Mujhe samajh nahi aata," usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek masoomiyat thi, lekin uska haath ab Pooja ke kandhe ke paas chala gaya, jaise woh uski garmi ko aur mehsoos karna chahta ho.



Pooja ne ek gehri saans li, uski aankhen band hui, aur phir khuli. "Yeh ehsaas… shayad galat hai, lekin itna sachcha hai ki chhupa nahi sakti," usne dheere se kaha.



Usne apna haath Kartik ke seene par rakha, uski dhadkan ko mehsoos karte hue, aur boli, "Tera dil bhi yahi kehta hai, na?"



Kartik kuch nahi bola, bas uski aankhen Pooja se jud gayi, aur ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ka faasla mitta sa gaya.



Pooja ne jaldi se apna haath wapas liya, apni saansen sambhalte hue. "Main fresh hone ja rahi hoon," usne kaha aur kamre ki taraf badh gayi.



Lekin jaate-jaate usne mudkar Kartik ko dekha—uski aankhon mein ek chhupa hua jazba tha, ek aag jo shayad dono ke dil mein sulag rahi thi.

 

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Part 3
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Usi raat, Kamla kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi jab Kartik paani lene ke liye waha aaya.

Kamla ne uski taraf dekha, uska kurta thoda khula hua tha, aur uske chehre par ek ajeeb si bechaini thi.
"Beta, itni raat ko paani? Neend nahi aa rahi?" usne poochha, apne haathon se chai ka cup pakadte hue.

Uski saree ka pallu thoda sa sark gaya, aur uski kamar ka ek hissa dikhayi diya—ek ajeeb si awkwardness dono ke beech chha gayi.Kartik ne nazar jhukayi, lekin uski aankhen ek pal ke liye Kamla ki taraf uthi.

"Haan, Kamla Aunty… bas dil bechain hai," usne kaha, paani ka glass lete hue.

Kamla thodi kareeb aayi, chai ka cup side mein rakhte hue, aur boli, "Bechaini toh jawani mein hoti hi hai, beta. Teri umar mein yeh sab… normal hai."

Uski awaaz mein ek halki si masti thi, aur woh Kartik ke paas khadi ho gayi—thodi si zyada kareeb.

Kartik ke haath se glass chhalk gaya, paani uske kurte par gir gaya, aur woh jaldi se peeche hata. "Aunty, main… main thik hoon," usne jaldi se kaha, apna kurta saaf karte hue.

Kamla ne ek halki si hansi chhodi, "Arre, ghabra kyun raha hai? Main toh bas mazak kar rahi thi."

Usne apna pallu theek kiya, lekin uski aankhon mein ek chamak thi jo Kartik ko thodi der tak pareshan karti rahi.
Yeh pal awkward tha, ek ajeeb si feeling ke saath, lekin waha kuch zyada nahi hua—sirf ek nazar ka takraav aur dil ki ek chhoti si hulchul.

 

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Part 4
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Agli subah thane mein Neha ne Pooja ko ek naya clue diya—Vikram Sethi ke phone records mein ek number baar-baar aaya tha, jo ek purane gangster se juda tha.

Pooja ne turant Arjun ko bola, "Is number ka pata lagao, aur mujhe ghar par report karna—main aaj jaldi jaungi."

Arjun ne haan mein sar hilaya, lekin uske dil mein ek chhoti si jaln thi—Pooja ka ghar aur Kartik uske liye ek mystery ban chuke the.

Raat ko, jab Pooja ghar lauti, Kartik uske liye ek glass paani le aaya.

Usne apni vardi utari aur sofe par baith gayi, uski kameez thodi si khuli hui thi, aur uski gardan par paseene ki chamak thi.

Kartik uske paas baith gaya—thoda zyada kareeb. "Maa, aap thak gayi hain… main aapke liye shoulders press kar doon?" usne sawaal kiya, uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si narmi thi.

Pooja ne ek pal ke liye uski taraf dekha—uske dil mein ek tufaan uth raha tha. "Theek hai," usne dheere se kaha, aur Kartik ke haath uske kandhon par rakh gaye.

Uski ungliyan Pooja ki gardan ke paas chali gayi, uski garmi ko mehsoos karte hue. "Maa, aapki skin itni naram hai… thakan ke bawajood bhi," usne kaha, uski awaaz thodi bhaari ho gayi.

Pooja ne aankhen band kar li, uski saansen tez ho gayi. "Kartik… tera haath… itna garam kyun hai?" usne poochha, apna sar peeche kiya, aur ek pal ke liye uska jism thoda sa jhuk gaya.

Kartik ke haath dheere-dheere uski peeth tak gaye, aur dono ke beech ka rishta ek naye mod par tha—pyaar aur galat ke beech ki lakeer ab bilkul dheemi pad chuki thi.