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Adultery My Mother Surrounded By Lust
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Introduction
Father- Rajat Gupta
Age 45
Mother - Rekha Gupta
Age 38
Me -Rohan Gupta
Age 19
Ms Rita Sharma Teacher
Age 36
Sunny Rastogi (main character)
Age 18
Lund size 8 inch
Father- Rajat Gupta
Age 45
Mother - Rekha Gupta
Age 38
Me -Rohan Gupta
Age 19
Ms Rita Sharma Teacher
Age 36
Sunny Rastogi (main character)
Age 18
Lund size 8 inch
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Chapter 1
March ka mahina tha, bahaar aa chuki thi.
Dhoop meethi si pad rahi thi, halki hawa seene ko chhoo rahi thi. Sardi ke sukhe ped ab hare hone lage the, naye patte nikal rahe the. Kuch chidiya tehniyon par baithee cheh-chaha rahi thi. Poori duniya mein jaan aa gayi thi, har taraf haryali hi haryali thi.
March ki dhoop, phoolon ki mahak, yeh toh woh waqt tha jab sab kuch rangeen aur khubsurat hota hai, lekin thodi door ek jodi kuttey ka kaam karte hue nazara bilkul alag tha, jo is khubsurat manzar ko bigaad raha tha.
Nara kutta chhota aur dubla patla tha, maada ke aadhe size ka, lekin uske andar ka josh dekhne layak tha.
Zubaan bahar nikali hui tez-tez saans le raha tha, chhote chhote aage ke paanv usne maada ke pet ke neeche kas kar pakad rakhe the, aur neeche se uski kamar tezi se aage peeche ho rahi thi, jaise koi motor lagi ho. Itni tezi se ki maada kutti baar baar "ooooonh" "aaaaah" ki awaazein nikaal rahi thi, jaise usse maza aa raha ho.
"Saale harami kutte, bilkul ghatiya cheez ho tum!"
Maine khidki se nazara hataya, naak seech li aur nafrat se bola. Achcha mood bilkul kharab ho gaya tha.
Ab koi manzar dekhne ka mann nahin tha, main haath mein question paper lekar Rita Madam ke office ki taraf tez kadamon se chal pada.
Mera naam Rohan hai, umar 19 saal, class 11 mein hoon, height 5'6" (175 cm). Main Kanpur ke ek chhote se shehar ka rehne wala hoon.
Kanpur toh traffic mein aur industry mein bada shehar hai, lekin yeh jagah uske kone mein thi, development se door, ranking mein sabse neeche.
Yahan ke log itne ameer nahin the, average income kam thi. Lekin meri family comparatively acchi thi, life comfortable thi.
Mere Papa Rajat Gupta school ke Principal hain, poora control unhi ke haath mein hai.
Meri Mummy Rekha sarkari naukri mein hain, ek department ki head hain.
Aise ghar mein paal pos kar bada hone se confidence bahut tha, upar se looks aur studies top class, toh ladkiyan line lagati thi propose karne ke liye.
Un bewakoof ladkiyon se main bilkul bore tha, har baar politely mana kar deta tha.
Lekin ek aurat ke saamne meri saari confidence aur pride dhool mein mil jaati thi, main toh dar sa jaata tha, kaanp jaata tha, kahin bura impression na pad jaaye iska darr rehta tha. Woh thi...
"Ri... Rita Madam?"
Office ke bahar achanak jo figure dikha, main ruk gaya, dil tezi se dhadakne laga, awaaz ruk si gayi.
Rita Madam itni khoobsurat thi, figure itna sexy tha, poori school ki crush thi woh.
Lambi si patli si bhawein, seedha sa sundar naak, gulabi honthon par gehre red lipstick ka shade, chamakti hui skin jisse roshni tak fisal rahi thi.
Honthon ke paas ek chhoti si til thi, jo aur bhi tempting bana rahi thi.
Halka sa saree ka blouse pehna tha, uske bade bade mumme itne bharpor the ki kapde tight ho gaye the, koi jhurri nahin thi.
Blouse ke upar se hi unke mummon ka shape saaf dikh raha tha, golai itni badi thi ki lag raha tha abhi button tootkar bahar aa jayenge.
Gale ka cut itna gehra tha ki woh lambi si cleavage dikh rahi thi, jaise koi gahra khadda ho, aur main bas usi mein gir jaun.
Figure itna kamal ka tha, upar se mumme itne bade aur tight, phir achanak kamar itni patli si, phir neeche se gaand itni badi aur gol, jaise koi aam ki tarah latak rahi ho.
Saree ka pallu shoulder par tha, aur petticoat mein woh apni taangein dikh rahi thi, peeche se gaand ka shape poora ubhar ke aa raha tha.
10 inch ke high heels sandal pehni hui thi, jisse woh aur lambi lag rahi thi, lagbhag 5'10" ki height, taangein itni lambi aur sexy ki bas dekhne wala pagal ho jaye.
Main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya, aisa lag raha tha duniya mein bas wohi roshni hai, baaki sab andhera hai.
Yeh meri devi thi, jise main chhupke chhupke ke pyar karta tha!
Rita Madam ka poora naam Rita Sharma tha, umar 37 saal, chehra jaise koi pari ho, figure jaise koi apsara, History department ki head thi, aur humari class teacher bhi. Main unhe dekhne ke liye History subject le liya tha, jabki mujhe science pasand tha.
Aur woh hi woh aurat thi jiske saamne meri saari akad nikal jaati thi!
Jab main pehli baar unhe high school mein dekha tha, toh jaise current laga ho. Dil bahar aa gaya tha, aankhen chipak si gayi thi.
Maine socha nahin tha ki is chhote se shehar mein, meri Mummy Rekha ke alawa koi aur bhi itni khoobsurat aur sophisticated ho sakti hai. Mere liye woh ek devi thi, unki hansi mein saat rang the!
Meri superiority complex, mera confidence, sab kuch jaise kachche dhage se atka ho, toot jaane ka dar rehta tha. Main apne aapko itna chhota aur kamzor mehsoos karta tha!
"Arre? Rohan? Tum mujhse milne aaye ho?"
Tabhi Rita Madam ne mujhe dekh liya, woh ruk gayi, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak liye. Awaaz itni meethi thi jaise koi koel ga rahi ho.
Bas woh awaaz sunne se hi maza aa jata tha, jaise koi madira pee li ho.
Bilkul perfect thi woh!
Main hosh mein aaya aur excited hokar bhaga, chehre par muskaan laaya, "Haan ji Rita Madam! Kuch sawaal samajh nahin aaye the, isliye aapki madad chahiye thi!"
Rita Madam ne aankhen upar ki, mujhe ek baar poora dekha, halki si smile di, "Kya baat hai, phir se koi problem hai?"
Unki nazron mein kuch aur hi matlab lag raha tha, maine nazren chura li, "Haan ji... kuch sawaal bilkul samajh mein nahin aaye, dimaag mein nahin ghus rahe the, bas... phir se aapko takleef dene aa gaya!"
"Achha? Sach mein?"
Rita Madam ne aankhen half close kar li, chehre par woh smile thi jaise sab jaanti hoon.
Main jhijhak ke saath unki aankhon mein dekh raha tha, dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Pichhle kuch dino se main roz unke paas aa raha tha, koi na koi bahana bana ke, kabhi yeh sawaal nahin aata, kabhi woh mushkil hai. Itni baar aa chuka tha ki khud ko bhi sharam aa rahi thi, lekin aur koi rasta tha kya?
Aur koi tarika hi nahin samajh mein aa raha tha unke paas aane ka!
Rita Madam itni khoobsurat thi, behaviour itna sweet tha, har move mein jaadu tha, sirf students hi nahin, teachers bhi unke fan the. School ki universally accepted goddess thi woh.
Har baar unse milne ke baad main aur bhi zyada deewana ho jata tha, jaise koi jaadu ho, raat bhar unki yaadon mein kho rehta tha, ab toh haalat aisi thi ki ek din na dekhu toh saal lagta tha!
Rita Madam ne ek samajhdaari wali smile di, geele honthon se ek chhutki si muskaan di, "Rohan beta, tum bahut mehnati ho, aise students milna mushkil hain!"
"Sha... shukriya Madam, padhai toh mera farz hai, yeh toh main karunga hi!"
Maine seena uthaya, khushi se phoola nahin sama raha tha, lag raha tha mehnat rang layi. Lekin main unki baat ke peeche chhupa matlab samajh nahin paya tha.
Tabhi Rita Madam ne muh moda, honthon par ek shaitani si smile laayi, "Tum paper solve karte bahut ho, lekin mere office ke chakkar lagane mein bhi koi kami nahin karte!"
Yeh kya matlab? Kya unhe pata chal gaya hai?
Meri smile freeze ho gayi, haath mein paper kas ke pakad liya, itna nervous ho gaya ki bolne ko awaaz hi nahin nikli. Der baad hakla ke bola, "Madam... shayad itni baar nahin aaya hoga? Sach mein main sawaal poochhne aaya tha!"
Chuppi chha gayi, Rita Madam kuch nahin boli, aankhon mein kuch sochte hue jaise paani bhar aaya ho.
Main ghabra ke unhe dekh raha tha, haath mein paper ki linein pad gayi thi, haath mein paseena aa gaya tha. Pata nahin kitni der baad unki hansi ne khamoshi todi.
"Chhee! Itna kyun ghabra rahe ho, paagal ho kya?"
Rita Madam ne muh chhupa ke hansi, chehra jaise phool khil gaya ho. Woh mujhe ek sexy look di, "Chalo andar aao, tumhari kismat achchi hai, main abhi bahar ja rahi thi!"
Main jaise mukti pa gayi, "Shukriya, shukriya Madam!"
Rita Madam ghoomi, main peeche peeche chala.
Unki peeth ka curve, gaand ka shape, saree mein woh sexy walk, taangein jaise hawa mein chal rahi hon. Gaand itni badi aur gol thi ki petticoat aur saree dono tight ho gaye the, jaise abhi phat jayenge.
Har kadam pe heels ki awaaz "tak-tak" ki, jaise mere dil ki dhadkan ban gayi ho. Gaand ka jhukna aur ubharna, jaise koi lehar ho samandar mein.
Main toh bas dekhta hi ja raha tha, khoon mein josh chadh raha tha, mann kar raha tha abhi jaake woh saree uthaun aur gaand ko chhoon loon!
Lekin maine apne aap ko roka, socha yeh meri devi hai, pavitra hai, isse aise nahin soch sakta.
Maine suna tha Rita Madam bahut sophisticated hain, kisi ke saath galat behaviour nahin karti, kabhi koi scandal nahin hua unka, kitni principled hain woh!
Aisi devi ko kaise haath lagaun?
"Rohan, aao, chair leke baitho!"
Jab woh baith gayi, maine hosh mein aake paas ki chair khinchi aur unke bilkul paas baith gaya.
Itna paas ki unki mehak aa rahi thi, jaise koi gulab ka phool ho.
Rita Madam ne apna haath uthaya, cup mein chai li aur hothon se chhoo ke peeti hui muskurayi, "Bolo, kaunsa sawaal fasa gaya hai aaj?"
"Yeh wala!"
Maine jaldi se paper table pe rakha aur ek question pe ungli rakh di.
"Hmm..."
Rita Madam ne muh chhupa ke hansi, aankhon se ek nazar mujhe dekha, "Yeh paper toh bilkul crumpled ho gaya hai, jaise koi saag ho! Itna nervous ho gaye the mujhe dekh ke?"
Unka chehra itna kareeb tha, main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya. Phir dekha paper sach mein kuchal gaya tha, jaisi halat door khade hokar nervous hone se hui thi.
Chehra laal ho gaya, kuch bol nahin paaya.
Aksar main full of confidence rehta tha, sabke saamne cool, Papa ke saamne bhi, lekin Rita Madam ke saamne sab badal jaata tha. Chehra garam, haath mein paseena, aankhen milate hi jeebh ladkhadane lagti.
Rita Madam question dekhne lagi.
Unki aankhen, naak, honth, gaal, side profile jaise koi painting ho. Palken jhapti toh jaise pankh phadphada rahe hon. Har cheez itni perfect thi!
Main bas dekhta hi reh gaya, behosh sa ho gaya.
"Rohan, koi bhi question solve karne se pehle uska historical background samajhna chahiye, kab hua, kyun hua, aur iska kya asar pada..."
Awaaz itni soft thi, jaise koi geet sun raha ho.
Main unke paas baitha, unka side profile dekhta, dil pighal raha tha.
"Rohan, tumhe lagta hai **** Dynasty ne closed door policy kyun apnayi?"
Achank woh mudi, maine hosh mein aake bola, "Shayad... population ki wajah se, ****** zyada the ****** se, aur ******** forces active thi, isliye unhone external friction kam karke internal control pe focus kiya."
Keh ke maine seena uthaya, proud feel kar raha tha. Yeh answer book mein nahin tha, khud socha tha.
"Wah, not bad! Book mein toh yeh reason nahin hai!"
Rita Madam ne aankhen phailayi, thoda surprised hokar dekha, aankhen jaise koi jaadugar ki ho, ya koi gehri jheel ho.
Unki aankhen dekh ke phir dil tez dhadakne laga.
"Lekin yeh sirf ek internal reason hai, hamesha external bhi hote hain, global socho..."
Woh samjhane lagi, aur main shuru mein toh dhyan se sun raha tha, lekin jaldi hi kahin aur khoya gaya.
Itna paas baitha tha, sirf 6 inch ka faasla tha. Mehak aa rahi thi, jaise koi jaadu ho.
Chehra itna kareeb, honth itne geele aur sexy, har ek line saaf dikh rahi thi, chumme ka mann kar raha tha.
Gardan se neeche, blouse ka cut khula tha, woh gehra cleavage dikh raha tha. Mumme itne bade jaise pahaad ho, chamakti hui skin, jaise makhan ho.
Aur woh cleavage, jaise koi gahri khayi, 6 inch gehri, poora chehra usmein dafan ho sakta tha!
Paas se dekhne ka alag hi maza tha, poora alag feeling!
Muh sukh gaya, pet mein garmi si uthi, aur neeche lund jaise kisi ne jaadu se khada kar diya!
Main soch raha tha gandagi mat socho, devi hai woh, lekin Rita Madam itni tempting thi ki control hi nahin hota tha. Meri nazar unke neeche ki taraf gayi.
Pehle toh unki taangein dikhin, saree mein petticoat, chikni taangein, phir jab baithi hui thi toh ghutne upar the, jangh ka kuch hissa dikh raha tha, blouse ke neeche se pet ka hissa.
Lekin sabse zyada tempting unki gaand thi, jo chair pe baithi hui thi. Chair toh poori bhar gayi thi unki gaand se, kuch bhi jagah nahin bachi thi!
Gaand ka meaty hissa chair ke kinare se bahar nikal ke aa raha tha, jaise koi gol gol bomb ho. Jab woh hilte thodi, toh woh meat compress hota, phir wapas ubhar aata.
Kya mast aur tight gaand thi! Bas pakad ke daba loon!
Main toh thook nigal gaya, aankhen phati ki phati rah gayi, dil mein aag si lag gayi.
"Rohan, samajh aaya ki approach kya hai?"
"Rohan?"
Jab main kuch nahin bola, Rita Madam ne mud ke dekha, toh main unki janghon ki taraf ghoorta hua mila, aankhen lal, muh khula, poora ka poora lust mein dooba hua.
Rita Madam ka chehra halka sa laal ho gaya, thodi si gusse mein aayi.
Woh samajhdar thi, Rohan ke ishaare samajh gayi thi. Roz aata tha, aankhen mein wohi pyar, wohi chahat. Itne saal se dekh rahi thi aise ladkon ko.
Pata tha ki Principal ka beta hai, isliye ignore kar rahi thi.
"Saale chhote launde, itna ghoor raha hai, paani toh nahin tapak gaya muh se? Chal chhod, dekhne de, waise bhi kya bigad lega?"
Rita Madam ne socha, phir dheere se cup uthaya, hothon se chhui, aur baal sahlake kaan ke peeche kiye, poori mast aurat ban gayi.
Main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya, jaise koi jaadu ho.
"Ahhhh!"
Achank Rita Madam ne mud ke dekha, haath se apna seena chhupa liya, gaal laal, "Rohan! Tum... tum kahan dekh rahe ho!"
Main jaise current lag gayi, hosh mein aaya, dar se hil gaya!
"Sorry Madam! Main jaan boojh ke nahin... aap bahut... matlab main..."
Main khada ho gaya, chehra safed, ghabrahat se bol hi nahin pa raha tha, haath paanv phool gaye the.
"Kya re chhote, main tumhe question samjha rahi thi, aur tum... gandi niyat leke aaye the!"
Rita Madam ne bhawein chadhayi, gusse se dekha, lekin woh gussa bhi kitna sexy tha!
"Nahin Madam, sach mein... main... aap bahut..."
Main sar jhuka ke bola, aawaaz jaise khatam ho gayi ho.
Chuppi chha gayi, main sar jhukaye khada raha, jaise koi saza sunne wala ho.
Thodi der baad unki hansi ne khamoshi todi.
"Chhee! Itna kyun ghabra rahe ho, maine kuch kaha kya?"
Maine sar uthaya, khushi se, "Madam, aapne mujhe maaf kar diya?"
Rita Madam khadi hui, muh chhupa ke hansi, aur dheere se aage badhi, "Agar koi aur hota toh main bahut gussa karti, lekin tum ho na... toh main..."
Main toh sunn hi gaya, dil mein toofan aa gaya!
"Madam ka matlab... kya woh mujhe... mujhe..."
Main saans hi bhool gaya tha!
"Toh..."
Woh ruki, main toh pagal ho raha tha.
Phir woh aur paas aayi, itni paas ki unki saans mehsoos ho rahi thi, hothon ki khushboo aa rahi thi!
Main jaise sapne mein ho, unka chehra itna kareeb, aankhen jaise koi jheel, makeup itna perfect, hoth itne geele!
"Janna hai itni zor se?"
Woh palken jhapkaayi, aawaaz mein woh shararat thi.
Main toh jaise koi statue ban gaya, hil bhi nahin pa raha tha!
Rita Madam ne hoth phulaye, jaise koi bachchi naraz ho, "Tumne itna ganda kaam kiya hai, mujhe dekh ke lust kiya, toh tumhe punishment milni chahiye!"
Suna ke main toh aur bhi excited ho gaya, khoon mein josh aa gaya, "Haan Madam! Bolo kya karun, sau baar bolo, main sab kuch karunga aapke liye!"
Main toh poora laal tha, jaise koi qasam kha raha ho!
"Chhee! Kitna cute ho tum, paagal!"
Rita Madam ne haath se muh chhupa ke hansi, aur boli, "Actually tumhe kuch khaas nahin karna, bas tumhare Papa Sunny se poochh lo ki naye Vice Principal ka naam kya hai, final hua hai kya!"
"Pakka Madam! Aaj hi poochhta hoon, poori detail launga!"
Main seena uthake bola.
Rita Madam muskurayi, aankhon mein khushi thi, "Shabaash! Aur haan, agli baar koi problem ho toh zaroor aana!"
"Shukriya Madam!"
Main khush tha, ab toh regular aane ka bahana mil gaya tha!
Phir yaad aaya unhone poori baat nahin batayi thi, "Woh Madam, aap keh rahi thi ki main hoon toh... toh kya?"
"Itna jaanna hai?"
Woh aur paas aayi, hothon se meri cheek ke paas, saans mehsoos ho rahi thi, phir achank boli, "Toh main nahin bataungi! Chhee!"
Woh hans ke chali gayi, jaise koi bachchi ne shaitani ki ho!
Main bhi paaglon ki tarah hans raha tha, chahe jawab nahin mila, lekin dil halka ho gaya.
Rita Madam ghoomi, aur jaan boojh ke apna pair mod ke girne ka naatak kiya.
"Ahhhh!"
Maine jaldi se haath badhaya, aur woh mere baahon mein aa gayi!
Garam badan, komal kamar!
Neeche se dekha toh blouse khula hua tha, woh safed mumme aur laal rang ka bra strap dikh raha tha, jaise barf par gulaab ka phool ho!
Aur unki gaand meri lund se touch ho rahi thi, jo poora khada tha!
Kya mast feeling thi!
"Ab kitni der tak pakad ke rakho ge? Chhodo!"
Woh sharmate hue boli.
Maine chhoda, peeche hata, "Sorry Madam, galti se ho gaya, sach mein!"
Rita Madam ne jaldi se apna pallu theeka, "Chhodo, is baar maaf kiya, dobara mat karna!"
"Haan Madam, kabhi nahin!"
Woh phir aayi, mere aage ke kapde theek kiye, "Itna ghabra rahe ho, paagal ho kya!"
Main toh pighal sa gaya tha, yeh scene jaise koi wife apne husband ko office bhej rahi ho!
"Rohan, yaad hai kya poochhna hai?"
"Ha Madam! Vice Principal ka naam!"
"Kisne kaha poochhne ko?"
"Main... maine khud socha, suna tha ki naye VP ki posting hone wali hai, isliye curious tha!"
"Wah! Smart ho tum!"
Rita Madam muskurayi, aankhon mein woh jaadu tha!
Main toh poora deewana ho gaya tha!
Ghar jaate waqt bhi main Rita Madam ki hi soch mein dooba tha, pata hi nahin chala kab office se nikla.
Aaj toh jackpot lag gaya, devi se baat ki, unhe chhua bhi, aur kuch maafi bhi mil gayi!
Raste mein haath mehsoos kiya, jaise ab bhi unki mehak ho!
Ghar school ke andar hi tha, south west corner mein.
Teachers ke liye quarters the, kaafi sasta mil jaata tha.
Ghar pahuncha, chappal utari, toh drawing room mein Papa Sunny baithe the.
"Rohan, aao, baat karni hai!"
"Papa, paper solve karna hai, baad mein aata hoon!"
Main jaldi se study room mein gaya, toh dekh ke hairan reh gaya!
Mera table, computer, sab kuch gayab tha, jagah ek folding bed tha, aur woh jaani pehchani razai!
Kya? Mera study room bedroom ban gaya?
March ka mahina tha, bahaar aa chuki thi.
Dhoop meethi si pad rahi thi, halki hawa seene ko chhoo rahi thi. Sardi ke sukhe ped ab hare hone lage the, naye patte nikal rahe the. Kuch chidiya tehniyon par baithee cheh-chaha rahi thi. Poori duniya mein jaan aa gayi thi, har taraf haryali hi haryali thi.
March ki dhoop, phoolon ki mahak, yeh toh woh waqt tha jab sab kuch rangeen aur khubsurat hota hai, lekin thodi door ek jodi kuttey ka kaam karte hue nazara bilkul alag tha, jo is khubsurat manzar ko bigaad raha tha.
Nara kutta chhota aur dubla patla tha, maada ke aadhe size ka, lekin uske andar ka josh dekhne layak tha.
Zubaan bahar nikali hui tez-tez saans le raha tha, chhote chhote aage ke paanv usne maada ke pet ke neeche kas kar pakad rakhe the, aur neeche se uski kamar tezi se aage peeche ho rahi thi, jaise koi motor lagi ho. Itni tezi se ki maada kutti baar baar "ooooonh" "aaaaah" ki awaazein nikaal rahi thi, jaise usse maza aa raha ho.
"Saale harami kutte, bilkul ghatiya cheez ho tum!"
Maine khidki se nazara hataya, naak seech li aur nafrat se bola. Achcha mood bilkul kharab ho gaya tha.
Ab koi manzar dekhne ka mann nahin tha, main haath mein question paper lekar Rita Madam ke office ki taraf tez kadamon se chal pada.
Mera naam Rohan hai, umar 19 saal, class 11 mein hoon, height 5'6" (175 cm). Main Kanpur ke ek chhote se shehar ka rehne wala hoon.
Kanpur toh traffic mein aur industry mein bada shehar hai, lekin yeh jagah uske kone mein thi, development se door, ranking mein sabse neeche.
Yahan ke log itne ameer nahin the, average income kam thi. Lekin meri family comparatively acchi thi, life comfortable thi.
Mere Papa Rajat Gupta school ke Principal hain, poora control unhi ke haath mein hai.
Meri Mummy Rekha sarkari naukri mein hain, ek department ki head hain.
Aise ghar mein paal pos kar bada hone se confidence bahut tha, upar se looks aur studies top class, toh ladkiyan line lagati thi propose karne ke liye.
Un bewakoof ladkiyon se main bilkul bore tha, har baar politely mana kar deta tha.
Lekin ek aurat ke saamne meri saari confidence aur pride dhool mein mil jaati thi, main toh dar sa jaata tha, kaanp jaata tha, kahin bura impression na pad jaaye iska darr rehta tha. Woh thi...
"Ri... Rita Madam?"
Office ke bahar achanak jo figure dikha, main ruk gaya, dil tezi se dhadakne laga, awaaz ruk si gayi.
Rita Madam itni khoobsurat thi, figure itna sexy tha, poori school ki crush thi woh.
Lambi si patli si bhawein, seedha sa sundar naak, gulabi honthon par gehre red lipstick ka shade, chamakti hui skin jisse roshni tak fisal rahi thi.
Honthon ke paas ek chhoti si til thi, jo aur bhi tempting bana rahi thi.
Halka sa saree ka blouse pehna tha, uske bade bade mumme itne bharpor the ki kapde tight ho gaye the, koi jhurri nahin thi.
Blouse ke upar se hi unke mummon ka shape saaf dikh raha tha, golai itni badi thi ki lag raha tha abhi button tootkar bahar aa jayenge.
Gale ka cut itna gehra tha ki woh lambi si cleavage dikh rahi thi, jaise koi gahra khadda ho, aur main bas usi mein gir jaun.
Figure itna kamal ka tha, upar se mumme itne bade aur tight, phir achanak kamar itni patli si, phir neeche se gaand itni badi aur gol, jaise koi aam ki tarah latak rahi ho.
Saree ka pallu shoulder par tha, aur petticoat mein woh apni taangein dikh rahi thi, peeche se gaand ka shape poora ubhar ke aa raha tha.
10 inch ke high heels sandal pehni hui thi, jisse woh aur lambi lag rahi thi, lagbhag 5'10" ki height, taangein itni lambi aur sexy ki bas dekhne wala pagal ho jaye.
Main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya, aisa lag raha tha duniya mein bas wohi roshni hai, baaki sab andhera hai.
Yeh meri devi thi, jise main chhupke chhupke ke pyar karta tha!
Rita Madam ka poora naam Rita Sharma tha, umar 37 saal, chehra jaise koi pari ho, figure jaise koi apsara, History department ki head thi, aur humari class teacher bhi. Main unhe dekhne ke liye History subject le liya tha, jabki mujhe science pasand tha.
Aur woh hi woh aurat thi jiske saamne meri saari akad nikal jaati thi!
Jab main pehli baar unhe high school mein dekha tha, toh jaise current laga ho. Dil bahar aa gaya tha, aankhen chipak si gayi thi.
Maine socha nahin tha ki is chhote se shehar mein, meri Mummy Rekha ke alawa koi aur bhi itni khoobsurat aur sophisticated ho sakti hai. Mere liye woh ek devi thi, unki hansi mein saat rang the!
Meri superiority complex, mera confidence, sab kuch jaise kachche dhage se atka ho, toot jaane ka dar rehta tha. Main apne aapko itna chhota aur kamzor mehsoos karta tha!
"Arre? Rohan? Tum mujhse milne aaye ho?"
Tabhi Rita Madam ne mujhe dekh liya, woh ruk gayi, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak liye. Awaaz itni meethi thi jaise koi koel ga rahi ho.
Bas woh awaaz sunne se hi maza aa jata tha, jaise koi madira pee li ho.
Bilkul perfect thi woh!
Main hosh mein aaya aur excited hokar bhaga, chehre par muskaan laaya, "Haan ji Rita Madam! Kuch sawaal samajh nahin aaye the, isliye aapki madad chahiye thi!"
Rita Madam ne aankhen upar ki, mujhe ek baar poora dekha, halki si smile di, "Kya baat hai, phir se koi problem hai?"
Unki nazron mein kuch aur hi matlab lag raha tha, maine nazren chura li, "Haan ji... kuch sawaal bilkul samajh mein nahin aaye, dimaag mein nahin ghus rahe the, bas... phir se aapko takleef dene aa gaya!"
"Achha? Sach mein?"
Rita Madam ne aankhen half close kar li, chehre par woh smile thi jaise sab jaanti hoon.
Main jhijhak ke saath unki aankhon mein dekh raha tha, dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Pichhle kuch dino se main roz unke paas aa raha tha, koi na koi bahana bana ke, kabhi yeh sawaal nahin aata, kabhi woh mushkil hai. Itni baar aa chuka tha ki khud ko bhi sharam aa rahi thi, lekin aur koi rasta tha kya?
Aur koi tarika hi nahin samajh mein aa raha tha unke paas aane ka!
Rita Madam itni khoobsurat thi, behaviour itna sweet tha, har move mein jaadu tha, sirf students hi nahin, teachers bhi unke fan the. School ki universally accepted goddess thi woh.
Har baar unse milne ke baad main aur bhi zyada deewana ho jata tha, jaise koi jaadu ho, raat bhar unki yaadon mein kho rehta tha, ab toh haalat aisi thi ki ek din na dekhu toh saal lagta tha!
Rita Madam ne ek samajhdaari wali smile di, geele honthon se ek chhutki si muskaan di, "Rohan beta, tum bahut mehnati ho, aise students milna mushkil hain!"
"Sha... shukriya Madam, padhai toh mera farz hai, yeh toh main karunga hi!"
Maine seena uthaya, khushi se phoola nahin sama raha tha, lag raha tha mehnat rang layi. Lekin main unki baat ke peeche chhupa matlab samajh nahin paya tha.
Tabhi Rita Madam ne muh moda, honthon par ek shaitani si smile laayi, "Tum paper solve karte bahut ho, lekin mere office ke chakkar lagane mein bhi koi kami nahin karte!"
Yeh kya matlab? Kya unhe pata chal gaya hai?
Meri smile freeze ho gayi, haath mein paper kas ke pakad liya, itna nervous ho gaya ki bolne ko awaaz hi nahin nikli. Der baad hakla ke bola, "Madam... shayad itni baar nahin aaya hoga? Sach mein main sawaal poochhne aaya tha!"
Chuppi chha gayi, Rita Madam kuch nahin boli, aankhon mein kuch sochte hue jaise paani bhar aaya ho.
Main ghabra ke unhe dekh raha tha, haath mein paper ki linein pad gayi thi, haath mein paseena aa gaya tha. Pata nahin kitni der baad unki hansi ne khamoshi todi.
"Chhee! Itna kyun ghabra rahe ho, paagal ho kya?"
Rita Madam ne muh chhupa ke hansi, chehra jaise phool khil gaya ho. Woh mujhe ek sexy look di, "Chalo andar aao, tumhari kismat achchi hai, main abhi bahar ja rahi thi!"
Main jaise mukti pa gayi, "Shukriya, shukriya Madam!"
Rita Madam ghoomi, main peeche peeche chala.
Unki peeth ka curve, gaand ka shape, saree mein woh sexy walk, taangein jaise hawa mein chal rahi hon. Gaand itni badi aur gol thi ki petticoat aur saree dono tight ho gaye the, jaise abhi phat jayenge.
Har kadam pe heels ki awaaz "tak-tak" ki, jaise mere dil ki dhadkan ban gayi ho. Gaand ka jhukna aur ubharna, jaise koi lehar ho samandar mein.
Main toh bas dekhta hi ja raha tha, khoon mein josh chadh raha tha, mann kar raha tha abhi jaake woh saree uthaun aur gaand ko chhoon loon!
Lekin maine apne aap ko roka, socha yeh meri devi hai, pavitra hai, isse aise nahin soch sakta.
Maine suna tha Rita Madam bahut sophisticated hain, kisi ke saath galat behaviour nahin karti, kabhi koi scandal nahin hua unka, kitni principled hain woh!
Aisi devi ko kaise haath lagaun?
"Rohan, aao, chair leke baitho!"
Jab woh baith gayi, maine hosh mein aake paas ki chair khinchi aur unke bilkul paas baith gaya.
Itna paas ki unki mehak aa rahi thi, jaise koi gulab ka phool ho.
Rita Madam ne apna haath uthaya, cup mein chai li aur hothon se chhoo ke peeti hui muskurayi, "Bolo, kaunsa sawaal fasa gaya hai aaj?"
"Yeh wala!"
Maine jaldi se paper table pe rakha aur ek question pe ungli rakh di.
"Hmm..."
Rita Madam ne muh chhupa ke hansi, aankhon se ek nazar mujhe dekha, "Yeh paper toh bilkul crumpled ho gaya hai, jaise koi saag ho! Itna nervous ho gaye the mujhe dekh ke?"
Unka chehra itna kareeb tha, main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya. Phir dekha paper sach mein kuchal gaya tha, jaisi halat door khade hokar nervous hone se hui thi.
Chehra laal ho gaya, kuch bol nahin paaya.
Aksar main full of confidence rehta tha, sabke saamne cool, Papa ke saamne bhi, lekin Rita Madam ke saamne sab badal jaata tha. Chehra garam, haath mein paseena, aankhen milate hi jeebh ladkhadane lagti.
Rita Madam question dekhne lagi.
Unki aankhen, naak, honth, gaal, side profile jaise koi painting ho. Palken jhapti toh jaise pankh phadphada rahe hon. Har cheez itni perfect thi!
Main bas dekhta hi reh gaya, behosh sa ho gaya.
"Rohan, koi bhi question solve karne se pehle uska historical background samajhna chahiye, kab hua, kyun hua, aur iska kya asar pada..."
Awaaz itni soft thi, jaise koi geet sun raha ho.
Main unke paas baitha, unka side profile dekhta, dil pighal raha tha.
"Rohan, tumhe lagta hai **** Dynasty ne closed door policy kyun apnayi?"
Achank woh mudi, maine hosh mein aake bola, "Shayad... population ki wajah se, ****** zyada the ****** se, aur ******** forces active thi, isliye unhone external friction kam karke internal control pe focus kiya."
Keh ke maine seena uthaya, proud feel kar raha tha. Yeh answer book mein nahin tha, khud socha tha.
"Wah, not bad! Book mein toh yeh reason nahin hai!"
Rita Madam ne aankhen phailayi, thoda surprised hokar dekha, aankhen jaise koi jaadugar ki ho, ya koi gehri jheel ho.
Unki aankhen dekh ke phir dil tez dhadakne laga.
"Lekin yeh sirf ek internal reason hai, hamesha external bhi hote hain, global socho..."
Woh samjhane lagi, aur main shuru mein toh dhyan se sun raha tha, lekin jaldi hi kahin aur khoya gaya.
Itna paas baitha tha, sirf 6 inch ka faasla tha. Mehak aa rahi thi, jaise koi jaadu ho.
Chehra itna kareeb, honth itne geele aur sexy, har ek line saaf dikh rahi thi, chumme ka mann kar raha tha.
Gardan se neeche, blouse ka cut khula tha, woh gehra cleavage dikh raha tha. Mumme itne bade jaise pahaad ho, chamakti hui skin, jaise makhan ho.
Aur woh cleavage, jaise koi gahri khayi, 6 inch gehri, poora chehra usmein dafan ho sakta tha!
Paas se dekhne ka alag hi maza tha, poora alag feeling!
Muh sukh gaya, pet mein garmi si uthi, aur neeche lund jaise kisi ne jaadu se khada kar diya!
Main soch raha tha gandagi mat socho, devi hai woh, lekin Rita Madam itni tempting thi ki control hi nahin hota tha. Meri nazar unke neeche ki taraf gayi.
Pehle toh unki taangein dikhin, saree mein petticoat, chikni taangein, phir jab baithi hui thi toh ghutne upar the, jangh ka kuch hissa dikh raha tha, blouse ke neeche se pet ka hissa.
Lekin sabse zyada tempting unki gaand thi, jo chair pe baithi hui thi. Chair toh poori bhar gayi thi unki gaand se, kuch bhi jagah nahin bachi thi!
Gaand ka meaty hissa chair ke kinare se bahar nikal ke aa raha tha, jaise koi gol gol bomb ho. Jab woh hilte thodi, toh woh meat compress hota, phir wapas ubhar aata.
Kya mast aur tight gaand thi! Bas pakad ke daba loon!
Main toh thook nigal gaya, aankhen phati ki phati rah gayi, dil mein aag si lag gayi.
"Rohan, samajh aaya ki approach kya hai?"
"Rohan?"
Jab main kuch nahin bola, Rita Madam ne mud ke dekha, toh main unki janghon ki taraf ghoorta hua mila, aankhen lal, muh khula, poora ka poora lust mein dooba hua.
Rita Madam ka chehra halka sa laal ho gaya, thodi si gusse mein aayi.
Woh samajhdar thi, Rohan ke ishaare samajh gayi thi. Roz aata tha, aankhen mein wohi pyar, wohi chahat. Itne saal se dekh rahi thi aise ladkon ko.
Pata tha ki Principal ka beta hai, isliye ignore kar rahi thi.
"Saale chhote launde, itna ghoor raha hai, paani toh nahin tapak gaya muh se? Chal chhod, dekhne de, waise bhi kya bigad lega?"
Rita Madam ne socha, phir dheere se cup uthaya, hothon se chhui, aur baal sahlake kaan ke peeche kiye, poori mast aurat ban gayi.
Main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya, jaise koi jaadu ho.
"Ahhhh!"
Achank Rita Madam ne mud ke dekha, haath se apna seena chhupa liya, gaal laal, "Rohan! Tum... tum kahan dekh rahe ho!"
Main jaise current lag gayi, hosh mein aaya, dar se hil gaya!
"Sorry Madam! Main jaan boojh ke nahin... aap bahut... matlab main..."
Main khada ho gaya, chehra safed, ghabrahat se bol hi nahin pa raha tha, haath paanv phool gaye the.
"Kya re chhote, main tumhe question samjha rahi thi, aur tum... gandi niyat leke aaye the!"
Rita Madam ne bhawein chadhayi, gusse se dekha, lekin woh gussa bhi kitna sexy tha!
"Nahin Madam, sach mein... main... aap bahut..."
Main sar jhuka ke bola, aawaaz jaise khatam ho gayi ho.
Chuppi chha gayi, main sar jhukaye khada raha, jaise koi saza sunne wala ho.
Thodi der baad unki hansi ne khamoshi todi.
"Chhee! Itna kyun ghabra rahe ho, maine kuch kaha kya?"
Maine sar uthaya, khushi se, "Madam, aapne mujhe maaf kar diya?"
Rita Madam khadi hui, muh chhupa ke hansi, aur dheere se aage badhi, "Agar koi aur hota toh main bahut gussa karti, lekin tum ho na... toh main..."
Main toh sunn hi gaya, dil mein toofan aa gaya!
"Madam ka matlab... kya woh mujhe... mujhe..."
Main saans hi bhool gaya tha!
"Toh..."
Woh ruki, main toh pagal ho raha tha.
Phir woh aur paas aayi, itni paas ki unki saans mehsoos ho rahi thi, hothon ki khushboo aa rahi thi!
Main jaise sapne mein ho, unka chehra itna kareeb, aankhen jaise koi jheel, makeup itna perfect, hoth itne geele!
"Janna hai itni zor se?"
Woh palken jhapkaayi, aawaaz mein woh shararat thi.
Main toh jaise koi statue ban gaya, hil bhi nahin pa raha tha!
Rita Madam ne hoth phulaye, jaise koi bachchi naraz ho, "Tumne itna ganda kaam kiya hai, mujhe dekh ke lust kiya, toh tumhe punishment milni chahiye!"
Suna ke main toh aur bhi excited ho gaya, khoon mein josh aa gaya, "Haan Madam! Bolo kya karun, sau baar bolo, main sab kuch karunga aapke liye!"
Main toh poora laal tha, jaise koi qasam kha raha ho!
"Chhee! Kitna cute ho tum, paagal!"
Rita Madam ne haath se muh chhupa ke hansi, aur boli, "Actually tumhe kuch khaas nahin karna, bas tumhare Papa Sunny se poochh lo ki naye Vice Principal ka naam kya hai, final hua hai kya!"
"Pakka Madam! Aaj hi poochhta hoon, poori detail launga!"
Main seena uthake bola.
Rita Madam muskurayi, aankhon mein khushi thi, "Shabaash! Aur haan, agli baar koi problem ho toh zaroor aana!"
"Shukriya Madam!"
Main khush tha, ab toh regular aane ka bahana mil gaya tha!
Phir yaad aaya unhone poori baat nahin batayi thi, "Woh Madam, aap keh rahi thi ki main hoon toh... toh kya?"
"Itna jaanna hai?"
Woh aur paas aayi, hothon se meri cheek ke paas, saans mehsoos ho rahi thi, phir achank boli, "Toh main nahin bataungi! Chhee!"
Woh hans ke chali gayi, jaise koi bachchi ne shaitani ki ho!
Main bhi paaglon ki tarah hans raha tha, chahe jawab nahin mila, lekin dil halka ho gaya.
Rita Madam ghoomi, aur jaan boojh ke apna pair mod ke girne ka naatak kiya.
"Ahhhh!"
Maine jaldi se haath badhaya, aur woh mere baahon mein aa gayi!
Garam badan, komal kamar!
Neeche se dekha toh blouse khula hua tha, woh safed mumme aur laal rang ka bra strap dikh raha tha, jaise barf par gulaab ka phool ho!
Aur unki gaand meri lund se touch ho rahi thi, jo poora khada tha!
Kya mast feeling thi!
"Ab kitni der tak pakad ke rakho ge? Chhodo!"
Woh sharmate hue boli.
Maine chhoda, peeche hata, "Sorry Madam, galti se ho gaya, sach mein!"
Rita Madam ne jaldi se apna pallu theeka, "Chhodo, is baar maaf kiya, dobara mat karna!"
"Haan Madam, kabhi nahin!"
Woh phir aayi, mere aage ke kapde theek kiye, "Itna ghabra rahe ho, paagal ho kya!"
Main toh pighal sa gaya tha, yeh scene jaise koi wife apne husband ko office bhej rahi ho!
"Rohan, yaad hai kya poochhna hai?"
"Ha Madam! Vice Principal ka naam!"
"Kisne kaha poochhne ko?"
"Main... maine khud socha, suna tha ki naye VP ki posting hone wali hai, isliye curious tha!"
"Wah! Smart ho tum!"
Rita Madam muskurayi, aankhon mein woh jaadu tha!
Main toh poora deewana ho gaya tha!
Ghar jaate waqt bhi main Rita Madam ki hi soch mein dooba tha, pata hi nahin chala kab office se nikla.
Aaj toh jackpot lag gaya, devi se baat ki, unhe chhua bhi, aur kuch maafi bhi mil gayi!
Raste mein haath mehsoos kiya, jaise ab bhi unki mehak ho!
Ghar school ke andar hi tha, south west corner mein.
Teachers ke liye quarters the, kaafi sasta mil jaata tha.
Ghar pahuncha, chappal utari, toh drawing room mein Papa Sunny baithe the.
"Rohan, aao, baat karni hai!"
"Papa, paper solve karna hai, baad mein aata hoon!"
Main jaldi se study room mein gaya, toh dekh ke hairan reh gaya!
Mera table, computer, sab kuch gayab tha, jagah ek folding bed tha, aur woh jaani pehchani razai!
Kya? Mera study room bedroom ban gaya?
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Chapter 2
mere hav-bhav turant badal gaye, aur main turant palta aur chillaya, "papa! meri study ko kya hua?!"papa ko mere gusse ka andaza ho gaya tha aur ve pehle hi mere peeche study ke darwaze tak aa gaye the. unke hamesha sakht rahane wale chehre par ab ek anokhi, halki muskan aa gai thi. "rohan, baat aisi hai, ek dost ka beta rahane aa raha hai, aur hamare paas kafi kamre nahin han, isliye maine tumhari study mein thoda badlav kiya hai!"
"badlav? thode badlav? kya yah sach mein bus ek chhota badlav hai?!"
mere hav-bhav achanak thande pad gaye, mera acha mood puri tarah se kharab ho gaya, aur main kafi zor se bolne laga.
mujhe hamesha se nafrat rahi hai ki log bina ijazat ke meri cheezon ko chhute han. ab, unhone na sirf meri ijazat ke bina aisa kiya hai, balki meri desk aur computer bhi chale gaye han. ab main kaise padhun? main kahan padhun?
mera gussa bhara awaaz sunkar papa ka chera thoda sa sikud gaya, phir unhone halki si muskan di aur kaha, "han, papa jaante hain ki jab dusre log tumhari cheezon ko chhute hain to tumhe nafrat hoti hai. is bar, maine sach mein tumhari ijazat nahin li. lekin tum poore din class mein the to papa tumse is baare mein kaise baat kar sakte the? isiliye maine tumhari study ko bedroom banane ki izazat nahi li."
maine apne honth kaat liye, sunte-sunte mera gussa aur badhta gaya!
tumhen yah pata tha, phir bhi tum mera saman idhar-udhar kar rahe the? kya tum mere wapas aane ka intezaar nahin kar sakte the taki is baare mein baat kar sako? tumhe itni jaldi kyon thi? tumhara beta koi nasamajh insaan nahin hai!
pitaji ki baat sunkar, main abhi bhi gusse mein tha, lekin wah bahut shant the, jo unke hamesha ke gambhir vyavahar se alag tha. main gussa nahin kar sakta tha, isliye maine chidhkar kaha, "meri desk aur computer ka kya? ve to khud chalkar nahin ja sakte, hai na? aur ab se main kahan padhunga?"
papa ke honth fadkane lage, unke chehre par thodi sharmindagi aa gai. ve muskurae aur bole, "hehe, theek hai... hum dinner table par padh sakte hain, to isse kya fark padta hai ki hum kahan padhte hain? jahan tak tumhari desk aur computer ki baat hai, ve tumhare purane kamre mein le jaaya gaya hain. ab se tum study room mein saoge."
""You moved into my room? Oh, that's fine..."
"kya!?"
maine ek bhaunh uthai, aur achanak asliyat mein wapas aa gaya. meri awaaz phir se kai decibel badh gai jab maine hairani se puchha, "tumhara matlab hai... main ab se study room mein sounga? mujhe apna kamra kisi aur ko dena hoga?"
papa ne seriously kaha, "han, yah sahi hai, ab se tum study room mein soaoge!"
sahi jawab sunkar aisa laga jaise duniya ka sabse mazedaar joke sun liya ho. mera gussa, jo shant nahin hua tha, phir se bhadak gaya, aur main chillaya, "papa! kyon? main aapka beta hun!"
maine apne papa ko ghura, mera sundar chehra gusse se bigad gaya tha. maine, ghar ke malik ne, na sirf apni study room chhod di thi, balki ab wah chahte the ki main apna bedroom bhi chhod dun! yah kaisi ajeeb baat thi?
yah ek-do din mein hone wali baat nahin hai; isme poore teen saal lag sakte han!
aakhir, yah mere high school ke pehle saal ka sirf dusra semester hai, aur mere papa ke dost ka beta saaf taur par ek transfer student hai. agar wah yahin rahata hai aur jaane se mana karta hai, to kya mujhe teen saal tak study room mein sona padega?
aisa kyon hai?!
mere bar-bar chillane ke bad, papa ke chehre ka bhav thoda badal gaya, aur wah apna aapa khone wale the.
fir unhone ek gahri sans li, apni narazgi ko dabane ki koshish karte hue, aur gahri awaaz mein kaha, "yah theek isliye hai kyonki tum mere bete ho, isliye maine tumhe study room mein sone dene ka faisla kiya hai. yah tumhare bhavishya ke vikas ke liye bahut faydemand hoga!"
kya?! ve chahte hain ki main study room mein soun aur kahte hain ki yah mere liye acha hai? kya yah mere man aur shareer ko mazboot banane ke liye koi mushkil pariksha hai?
kya mazak hai! kitna bada mazak hai! ve mere saath bevkuf jaisa bartaav kar rahe han!
apne papa ka saf-saf kehna dekhakar, mujhe sach mein apne kanon par yakeen nahin hua. mere dil ka gussa jalte hue bam ki tarah fat gaya!
main gusse se chillaya, "papa! tumhara dimag kharab ho gaya hai kya? kya tum budhe ho gaye ho? tum apne bete ko study room mein sone dete ho, lekin ek ajnabi ko mere kamre mein sone dete ho. kya main tumhara asli beta bhi hun?"
us pal, mera sir ghum raha tha, meri samajh chali gai thi, aur mera seena gusse se bhar gaya tha. bina soche-samjhe, kuch ajeeb shabd nikal gaye.
lakin jab maine bolna khatm kiya, to main dar gaya aur ghabrakar apne papa ko dekha, jo gusse mein the. phir mere chehre par ek zor ka thappad pada!
"thppad!"
ek teekhi aawaz, jiske baad jalan wala dard hua!
"Rohan! tumne sach mein bahut zyada kar diya hai! maine tumhe kaise pala hai? tumhe apne badon ki koi izzat nahin hai. kya tum apne papa se aise baat karte ho? kya tum mere bete nahin ho? kya tum patthar se nikle ho?"
papa ki aankhen chaudi ho gain, unka chehra kala pad gaya, aur ve gusse se dahade. unka sakht chehra tana hua tha, aur unki moti, gahri bhaunhen sikudi hui thin, jisse ve kafi daravane lag rahe the.
papa ek sakht aur gambhir insaan han. ve bahut kam muskurate hain aur apne bete ko padhaate samay bahut sakht rahte han.
aaj, ve apne bete ko cheezein samjhane ki koshish mein itni zor se hanse jitna unhone kabhi nahin hansa tha. lekin unka beta na sirf un par bar-bar chillaya, balki aisi behuda baatein bhi kahin!
yah to bahut behuda hai! agar aisa hi chalta raha, to us par yakeen nahin hoga!
"papa, aapne...aapne sach mein mujhe kisi bahari aadmi ke liye mara?"
maine apne jalte hue gaalon ko hathon se dhak liya, aur gusse mein apne papa ko hairani se ghurne laga. mere dil mein jo shikayaten aur gussa tha, use shabdon mein bayan nahin kiya ja sakta tha.
jab main junior high school mein gaya, to mere papa ne mujhe tab tak maarna band kar diya jab tak maine koi aisa jurm na kar diya ho jise maaf na kiya ja sake. lekin bachpan se hi sakht anushasan mein rahane ke karan, maine kabhi koi gambhir jurm karne ki himmat nahin ki. aur ab, unhone apne tathakathit dost ke liye mujhe zor se thappad mara!
"rajat! chalo is baare mein baat karte han! tumne rohan ko kyon mara?"
meri maa poore samay kamre mein thin, lekin shor sunkar wah bahar a gayi.
mere chehre par lal nishan dekhakar, unhen mujh par taras aaya. wah mude aur papa ko dante, "rajat, tum itne beraham kaise ho sakte ho? tumne sach mein apne bete ko itni zor se mara hai! rohan ka chehra thappad lagne se lal ho gaya hai!"
"rohan, tum theek ho?"
meri maa aage badhi aur mujhe gale laga liya, unke nazuk safed haath mere sunn chehre ko dheere se sahala rahe the.
apni maa ka garm aalingan mahsoos karke, main apni emotion aur nahin rok saka, aur aansu bekabu hokar bahane lage.
papa abhi bhi gusse mein the aur chillaye, "maine zor se mara? kya tumne abhi kamre mein suna? rohan ne kya kaha? usne kaha ki main budha ho gaya hoon aur wah mera biological beta nahin hai. yah sab isliye hai kyonki tumne use bigada hai!"
"han! han! yah sab meri galti hai!"
apne papa ko phir se maa par gussa karte dekhakar, mera daba hua gussa ek baar phir foot pada. aankhon mein aansu liye, main zor se chillaya aur study room mein bhag gaya, aur darwaza zor se band kar diya!
"yah dekho! dekho tumne kitna acha beta pala hai!"
Papa ne apni patni ki taraf ishara kiya aur gusse mein use danta, phir gusse mein chala gaya.
Papa jaante the ki Rohan unse naraz hoga. Isliye unhone apne gusse ko kabu mein rakhne ki poori koshish ki. Kya woh waqai buddhe ho gaye the aur bina wajah apne bete ka study room le rahe the?
Asal mein, uss subah unhe apne bade bhai, Mahesh Chacha, ka phone aaya tha. Unhone Papa se ek zaroori kaam karne ko kaha tha.
Mahesh Chacha ab Rampur Zila ke District Magistrate the. Sarkari daftar mein unka bahut bada pad tha. Agar unhone itni gambhirta se koi baat kahi thi, to zaroor woh koi chhoti baat nahi thi.
Papa apni mehnat se school ke principal bane the, lekin ismein Mahesh Chacha ki pehchaan aur madad ka bhi kaafi yogdaan tha. Isliye Papa ne unki baat dhyaan se suni.
Pata chala ki Mayor Verma ka beta kisi musibat mein phans gaya tha. Unke raajneetik dushman is baat ka fayda uthakar unki badnaami kar rahe the. Jaldi hi chunav aur netaon ke bade faislon ka samay aane wala tha, isliye yeh maamla bahut hi samvedansheel tha.
Is wajah se Mayor Verma ne faisla kiya ki kuchh samay ke liye apne bete ko kisi door ke ilaake mein bhej diya jaaye, taaki woh aur kisi pareshani mein na phase. Is zimmedari ko unhone Mahesh Chacha ko de diya.
Mahesh Chacha ne is kaam ko bahut soch-samajhkar Papa ko saupa aur baar-baar kaha ki Mayor Verma ke bete ka poora dhyaan rakhein aur uski achchhi dekhbhaal karein.
Papa bhi is zimmedari ko halka nahi le sakte the. Sarkari naukri mein apne senior ka bharosa jeetna bahut badi baat hoti hai. Aur jab koi senior apne ghar ke kisi maamle ki zimmedari de, to iska matlab hota hai ki woh aap par poora bharosa karta hai.
Iska matlab yeh tha ki Mahesh Chacha aur Mayor Verma ke beech bahut gehra bharosa tha. Jab tak Mahesh Chacha ki kursi surakshit rahegi, tab tak Papa ka bhavishya bhi behtar hota rahega. Yeh baat Papa achchhi tarah samajhte the.
Papa ne baaton hi baaton mein samajh liya ki Mayor Verma ne apne bete ko Rampur Zila kyun bhejna chaha.
Rampur Zila ek door-daraaz ilaaka tha. Wahan ki arthvyavastha zyada achchhi nahi thi aur poore shehar ke sabhi zilon mein uski haalat sabse kamzor maani jaati thi.
Mayor Verma ne apne bete ko wahan bhejkar ek taraf use sabak sikhana chaha aur doosri taraf sabko yeh dikhana chaha ki unhone apne hi bete ko shehar ke sabse pichhade zila mein bhej diya hai. Ab isse zyada aur kya kiya ja sakta hai?
Is baat se yeh bhi saaf tha ki Mayor Verma ke bete ne koi bahut bada jurm nahi kiya tha. Mahesh Chacha ki baaton se Papa ko yeh bhi andaaza ho gaya ki is baar Mayor Verma ko aur bhi bada pad mil sakta hai.
Abhi woh shehar ke Executive Vice Mayor the. Agar unki promotion ho gayi, to woh Deputy shabd hata kar sarkar ke sabse bade adhikari ban sakte the. Shehar ki sarkar mein unka darja bahut upar ho jaata.
Papa poora din isi soch mein khush rahe. Unhe laga ki agar woh Mayor Verma ke bete ka achchhe se dhyaan rakhenge, to Mayor Verma tak unka naam zaroor pahunchega. Isse Mahesh Chacha ki position bhi aur mazboot hogi aur shayad bhavishya mein unhe bhi aur bada pad mil jaaye.
Papa bahut sakht swabhaav ke the. Unke liye sabse mahatvapurn cheez unki naukri aur unka career tha. Unhe lagta tha ki zimmedari aur uchch pad hi jeevan mein sabse badi safalta hai.
Phone rakhne ke baad Papa ne turant taiyaari shuru kar di. Unhone Mom se kaha ki ghar ki taiyaari karni hogi aur mehmaan ke liye ek achchha kamra tayyar karna hoga. Khud bhi zaroori samaan lene bazaar chale gaye.
Shaam ko Papa Rohan ka intezaar kar rahe the. Unki ichchha thi ki Rohan naye mehmaan ke saath achchhi dosti kare, taaki bhavishya mein usse bhi fayda ho sake.
Lekin ghar aate hi Rohan aur Papa ke beech behas ho gayi. Papa ko laga ki Rohan unki baat aur unki niyat ko samajh hi nahi paaya.
"Rohan, Rohan! Beta, main hoon... jaldi se darwaza kholo!"
Mom night suit pehne study room ke bahar khadi thi. Woh bhi utni hi pareshan aur bechain thi.
Unhe pehle se hi pata tha ki study room ko bedroom banane ki taiyaari chal rahi hai. Papa jaante the ki yeh baat Mom se chhup nahi sakti, isliye unhone unhe Mayor Verma ke baare mein sab kuch bata diya tha. Warna Mom kabhi is baat ke liye raazi nahi hoti.
Mom ki umar 37 saal thi. Unki twacha saaf thi aur chehra bahut sundar tha. Woh kisi ameer parivaar se nahi thi, lekin ek padhe-likhe parivaar mein pali-badhi thi. Unka swabhaav shaant, samajhdaar aur dayaalu tha. Woh Papa ki majboori ko achchhi tarah samajhti thi. Aakhir saamne wala aadmi bahut bade pad par tha. Unke bete ko study room mein sulana mumkin nahi tha.
Agar aisa hota, to Papa ki principal ki naukri bhi khatre mein pad sakti thi.
Sab kuch samajhne ke baad bhi Mom ke dil mein kasak thi. Aakhir Rohan unka apna beta tha. Pehle uska kamra de diya gaya aur ab use study room mein rehna pad raha tha. Aisi baat se kisi bhi maa ko bura lagta.
"Mom, main theek hoon. Aap jaakar so jaiye."
Mom ki chintit awaaz sunkar maine darwaza khola aur dheere se kaha.
"Tum kehte ho tum theek ho, lekin apni laal aankhen to dekho."
Mom andar aayi. Unhone pyaar se mera haath pakda aur mujhe folding bed par bitha diya. Unki naram aankhon mein mere liye gehri chinta saaf dikh rahi thi. Mere gaal par abhi bhi thappad ke nishaan dekhkar unhone pyaar se poocha, "Rohan, ab kaisa lag raha hai? Abhi bhi dard ho raha hai kya?"
Maine udaasi se sir hila diya. Mera sir jhuka hua tha aur maine koi jawab nahi diya.
"Uff... tumhare Papa bhi na. Aaram se baat karke bhi to samjha sakte the. Maarne ki kya zarurat thi?"
Mom apne bete ko achchhi tarah samajhti thi. Unhe pata tha ki main abhi bhi gusse mein tha, isliye unhone mere saamne Papa ko halka sa daant diya.
Phir unki awaaz aur bhi naram ho gayi. Unhone pyaar se mujhe gale lagaya aur boli, "Rohan, itna gussa mat karo. Itne saalon se tum apne Papa ko jaante ho. Unka swabhaav hi aisa hai. Woh thode purane vichaaron ke hain aur jaldi gussa kar dete hain. Pehle ke muqable mein to ab kaafi badal gaye hain. Jab tum chhote the, tab tumhe isse bhi zyada daant aur maar padti thi."
Mom dheere-dheere mujhe samjhati rahi aur pyaar se mere kandhe par haath ferne lagi. Main chupchaap baitha raha. Dil mein bahut dukh tha, isliye maine hoth dabaye rakhe aur kuch nahi bola.
Mom ne meri taraf dekha aur dheere se boli, "Lekin Rohan, tumhare Papa ki galti apni jagah hai, par tumse bhi thodi galti hui hai."
"Main tumhe dosh nahi de rahi, lekin woh phir bhi tumhare Papa hain. Chahe tum kitne bhi gusse mein kyun na ho, tumhe unse aisi baatein nahi kehni chahiye thi. Socho, agar kal ko tumhara apna bachcha tumse aisi baat kahe, to tumhe kaisa lagega? Humein hamesha doosron ki jagah khud ko rakhkar unki bhavnaon ko samajhne ki koshish karni chahiye."
"Doosron ki jagah khud ko rakhkar socho! Doosron ki jagah khud ko rakhkar socho! Woh khud meri jagah khud ko rakhkar kyun nahi sochte?"
Jaise hi maine Mom ki baat suni, mera gussa phir se badh gaya. Main bachchon ki tarah muh phula kar baith gaya. Papa ke hamesha khud ko sahi samajhne wale ravayye se main abhi bhi naraaz tha.
"Hehe... abhi bhi bilkul chhote bachche ki tarah zid kar rahe ho."
Mom muskurayi. Unki aankhen muskaan se chamak uthi aur unke chehre par pyaar saaf dikh raha tha.
"Rohan, tumhare Papa jo bhi kar rahe hain, woh tumhari bhalai ke liye hi kar rahe hain. Woh tumse bahut pyaar karte hain, bas apni bhavnaon ko zyada dikhate nahi."
Aaj Papa ne Mom se phone par kaafi der tak baat ki thi aur Mom unki baaton se sehmat thi.
Papa chahte the ki Rohan, Mayor Verma ke bete ke saath achchhi dosti kare. Dono lagbhag ek hi umar ke ladke the, isliye unke beech dosti hona aasaan ho sakta tha. Agar dono achchhe dost ban jaate, to bhavishya mein zarurat padne par us dosti se Rohan ko bhi madad mil sakti thi.
Mom khud bhi ek sarkari company mein kaam karti thi, isliye woh is baat ki ahmiyat samajhti thi.
Samaj mein pehchaan aur sambandhon ka kaafi mahatva hota hai. Jinke paas achchhe sambandh hote hain aur jinke paas nahi hote, unki paristhitiyon mein kaafi antar hota hai. Har saal unki company mein naye graduates aate the aur lagbhag har kisi ke paas kisi na kisi tarah ki pehchaan hoti thi.
Mom ne jitne saal sarkari company mein kaam kiya tha, utna hi unhe yeh ehsaas hua tha ki kuchh mushkil kaam sahi logon ki madad se bahut aasaan ho jaate hain.
"Mom! Aap bhi aisi baatein kyun kar rahi hain?"
Papa ka paksh lete hue Mom ki baat sunkar maine naraazgi se muh phula liya aur kaha, "Agar unhe meri itni fikr hoti, to kya woh mera kamra kisi aur ko de dete? Kya woh apne hi bete ko study room mein sulate? Aaj mujhe sach mein laga ki shayad main unka apna beta hi nahi hoon."
"Bilkul bakwaas!"
Mom ne pyaar se mere sir par haath rakha aur halki si hansi ke saath boli, "Agar tum hamare bete nahi ho, to phir kis ke ho? Maine tumhe nau mahine apni kokh mein rakha tha. Aisi baatein dobara mat kehna, warna Mom ko bahut dukh hoga."
"Theek hai, Mom."
Maine shaanti se sir hila diya.
Mom ne halki si saans lekar kaha, "Sach bataun, tumhe study room mein sulaane ki baat par meri bhi razaamandi thi."
"Kya?"
Main hairani se Mom ki taraf dekhne laga. Mujhe laga tha yeh sirf Papa ka faisla tha, lekin mujhe umeed nahi thi ki Mom bhi is baat se sehmat hongi.
"Mom, aapko pehle se pata tha? Aur phir bhi aap maan gayi?" maine naraaz hokar kaha. "Mom, aap aisa kaise kar sakti hain? Aap to sabse zyada mujhse pyaar karti hain."
Mom ke chehre par pyaar bhari muskaan aa gayi. Woh dheere se boli, "Bilkul, Mom tumse hi sabse zyada pyaar karti hai. Bachpan se lekar aaj tak batao, kab Mom tumhare saath khadi nahi hui?"
Mom ki pyaar bhari aankhon mein dekhkar maine chupchaap sir hila diya.
Mom sahi keh rahi thi. Jab bhi bachpan mein mujhse koi galti hoti aur Papa daantte the, Mom hamesha meri taraf se baat karti thi. Woh meri padhai aur rozmarra ki zindagi ka bhi bahut dhyaan rakhti thi.
Maine aur koi sawaal nahi kiya. Main bas yeh jaana chahta tha ki Mom aage kya kehne wali hain.
"Rohan, apne Papa ko galat mat samjho. Darasal, unke dost koi aam insaan nahi hain. Woh..."
Itna kehkar Mom achanak ruk gayi. Unke chehre ka rang badal gaya aur unhone baat adhuri chhod di.
Maine unki badli hui shakal par dhyaan nahi diya aur utsuk hokar poocha, "Woh kaun hain?"
Mom ek pal chup rahi, phir dheere se boli, "Woh... tumhare Papa ke bahut achchhe dost hain..."
Mom ke chehre par ek pal ke liye jhijhak dikhai di, lekin woh muskurakar boli, "Uss insaan ne pehle tumhare Papa ki bahut madad ki thi. Isliye is baar tumhare Papa ne bina soche unki madad karne ka faisla kiya. Aakhir kisi ka ehsaan chukana bhi zaroori hota hai."
Mom kai saalon se sarkari company mein kaam kar rahi thi. Unhone turant baat sambhal li aur ek chhota sa jhooth bol diya, taaki ghar ka mahaul aur kharab na ho.
Papa ne unse kaha tha ki uss mehmaan ki asli pehchaan Rohan ko na batayein. Unka maanna tha ki agar Rohan ko sach pata chal gaya, to shayad woh ya to ghabra jayega ya phir zarurat se zyada jhukkar baat karega. Dono hi baatein sachchi dosti ke liye theek nahi hoti.
Dosti tabhi mazboot banti hai jab dono log ek-doosre ke saath barabari ka ehsaas rakhein. Agar kisi ko khud ko bahut bada ya bahut chhota mehsoos ho, to sachchi dosti karna mushkil ho jaata hai.
Mom ko bhi laga ki Papa ne yeh baat soch-samajhkar hi ki thi. Bahar se woh sakht zaroor lagte the, lekin Rohan ke bhavishya ke baare mein sach mein sochte the.
"Huh! Mujhe laga tha koi bahut bada aadmi hoga!"
Yeh sunkar maine beparwahi se kaha, "Agar bas itni si baat hai, to itna hungama kyun?"
Mujhe laga Papa ek chhoti si baat ko bahut bada bana rahe the.
Mom ne meri taraf dekha aur pyaar se samjhaya, "Rohan, jab woh log ghar aayein, to unke saath achchhe se rehna. Sabse pyaar aur tameez se baat karna, aur bina wajah gussa ya akad mat dikhana. Samjhe?"
Mom ko pata tha ki main bahar se shaant dikhta hoon, lekin kabhi-kabhi ziddi bhi ho jaata hoon. Isliye woh bas chahti thi ki sab kuchh shaanti se ho.
"Theek hai, Mom. Main aapki baat yaad rakhunga."
Maine sir hila kar kaha.
Mom muskurayi aur boli, "Shabash, Rohan."
Phir unhone pyaar se mere gaal ko chhoote hue poocha, "Ab sach batao, dard to nahi ho raha?"
"Ah!"
Jaise hi unhone mere gaal ko chhua, dard ki wajah se main turant thoda peeche hat gaya.
Papa ka thappad waqai bahut zor ka tha.
Meri haalat dekhkar Mom halki si hans padi aur kamre ka mahaul thoda halka ho gaya..
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