Saas Ki Chudai Kahani: Dopahar Wali Meeting

Har saas ki chudai kahani ek sapne se shuru nahi hoti, lekin meri wahi se shuru hui. Subah ke paune saat baje main bistar mein utha, paseene mein bheega hua, dil dhadak raha tha, aur mere kaanon mein ab bhi goonj rahi thi woh aawaz jo sapne mein thi. Neend aur jaagne ke beech woh patli lakeer, jahan Meena mere upar thi, uske baal mere chehre par, uski saansein mere kaan mein. Aur phir asli duniya ne dastak di: rasoi se aati hui filter coffee ki khushboo, aur farsh par chhanakti hui payal ki chhan-chhan. Woh jaag chuki thi. Woh hamesha mujhse pehle jaagti thi.

Main bathroom mein ghusa aur thande paani se munh dhoya, lekin sapna dhula nahi. Aaina mein jo chehra dikha woh ek 29 saal ke aadmi ka tha jo apni biwi ki maa ke baare mein sapne dekhta hai. Sharm aani chahiye thi. Sharm aa bhi rahi thi. Lekin us sharm ke neeche kuch aur bhi tha, garam aur ziddi, jo teen mahine se mere startup ke band hone ke baad se mere andar pal raha tha.

Nashtay ki mez par Meena neeche cotton ki saree mein aayi, baal geele, maang mein halki si sindoor ki lakeer jo woh ab bhi lagati thi, aadat se. Sattalis saal ki umr, do saal pehle vidhwa hui, aur phir bhi woh ghar aise sambhalti thi jaise koi rani apna mahal. Usne mere saamne coffee ka cup rakha aur meri aankhon mein dekha. "Raat bhar laptop par tha na? Aankhein laal ho rahi hain." Uske honthon par woh halki muskaan thi jo hamesha lagti thi jaise woh mere baare mein mujhse zyada jaanti ho.

"Client ka kaam tha, mummy ji," maine kaha. Pooja ke jaane ke baad se main use mummy ji kehna kam kar diya tha, pata nahi kyun. Shayad kyunki sapne mein maine use kuch aur keh kar pukara tha. Woh meri taraf jhuki, mera maathe chhoo kar bukhar check karne ke bahaane, aur uske baalon se aati hui jasmine ke tel ki khushboo ne mere pet mein kuch hila diya. Maine coffee ka ghoont bhara aur akhbaar ke peeche chhup gaya, jaise koi chor.

Hamara flat renovation mein tha, do hafte aur lagne wale the. Isiliye main yahan tha, C-Scheme ke is bade se ghar ke study room mein, apne laptop ke saamne freelance projects nipta raha tha, jabki meri biwi Pooja subah nau baje bank ke liye nikal jaati thi aur shaam saat baje wapas aati thi. Beech ke dus ghante, is ghar mein sirf hum dono hote the. Main aur Meena. Aur woh khamoshi jo din-ba-din bhari hoti ja rahi thi.

Study room mein dopahar ke baarah baje usne khana laaya: dal, chawal, bhindi. Woh mere saamne wali kursi par baithi aur apne khane ka dabba khola. Baat-cheet aam thi, pados wali Sharma aunty ke bete ki shaadi, bijli ka bill, mere client ka payment. Lekin beech mein do baar uska pallu kandhe se sarak gaya, aur dono baar usne use theek karne mein thoda zyada waqt liya. Dusri baar jab usne pallu uthaya, uski nazar meri nazar se mili aur pal bhar ke liye dono mein se koi nahi hata.

"Tumhara dhyaan kaam mein nahi lag raha aaj," usne kaha, lekin uski aawaz mein daant nahi thi. Kuch aur tha. "Sab theek hai na, Karan?" Maine jhooth bola, "sab theek hai," aur usne sar hilaya jaise use yakeen na hua ho, lekin usne zyada nahi poocha. Woh uthi, mera khaali dabba uthaya, aur darwaze par ruk kar boli, "Shaam ko meri phone ki photos ka backup kar dena. Memory full ho gayi hai." "Ji," maine kaha. Ji.

Teen baje woh phone lekar aayi aur mere paas wali kursi kheench kar baith gayi, itni paas ki uski saree ka kinara mere ghutne ko chhoo raha tha. Main uski gallery khol kar photos laptop mein utaarne laga. Beech mein kuch purani photos aayi: Meena tees saal ki, Goa ke samundar kinare, ek aisi dress mein jo maine use kabhi pehne hue nahi dekha tha. Has rahi thi, beparwah, zinda. "Yeh..." maine kaha. "Tumhare sasur kehte the, is photo wali ladki se shaadi karunga," usne halke se kaha. "Woh ladki kahin kho gayi, Karan."

Uske chehre par woh udaasi thi jo maine do saalon mein kai baar dekhi thi, lekin aaj pehli baar usne use chhupaya nahi. "Aap akeli mehsoos karti hain," maine dheere se kaha. Yeh sawal nahi tha. Usne meri taraf dekha, lambi saans li, aur boli, "Tum batao. Pooja tumhe khush rakhti hai?" Sawal itna seedha tha ki main jawab nahi de paya. Usne apna haath mere gaal par rakh diya, aur uska angootha mere honthon ke kinare ko chhoo gaya. "Jhooth mat bolna," usne fusfusaya. "Main tumhari saas hoon, tumhari biwi nahi. Mujhse jhooth bolne ki zaroorat nahi."

Aur phir usne mujhe chooma. Pehle halka sa, sawal ki tarah, aur jab maine use wapas kheench liya to poori tarah, jawab ki tarah. Uske honth naram the aur uski jeebh mein woh bhookh thi jo sirf woh aurat jaanti hai jisne do saal se kisi ko chhua na ho. Maine use apni god mein kheench liya, kursi churmura gayi, aur uski saree ka pallu farsh par sarak gaya. "Darwaza," usne haanfte hue kaha. Maine uth kar darwaza band kiya aur kundali lagayi, haath kaanp rahe the.

Wapas aate hi woh khadi ho gayi aur apni saree ki pleats ek-ek karke kholne lagi, meri aankhon mein dekhte hue, dheere dheere, jaise koi tohfa khol rahi ho. Saree farsh par dher ho gayi, phir petticoat, phir blouse ke hook. Sattalis saal ki aurat ka jism mere saamne tha: bhara hua, naram, zinda, yoga se kasaa hua pet aur woh nishan jo umr chhod jaati hai. Maine use dekha aur mere munh se nikal gaya, "Aap bahut khoobsurat hain." Woh hasi, woh hasi jo maine Goa wali photo mein dekhi thi. "Toh dekhte kyun ho, Karan? Chhoo lo."

Maine use desk par bithaya, kagaz ek taraf sarak gaye. Uske ghutne mere kandhon par the aur main uske andar tha, gehra, har dhakke ke saath desk ka ek paaya farsh par ragad kha raha tha. Uske mooh se nikalti hui aawazein dabbi hui thi, usne apna haath apne mooh par rakha hua tha, lekin uski aankhein khuli thi aur mujhe dekh rahi thi, chunauti deti hui. "Aur tez," usne kaha, haath hata kar. "Dikhao mujhe woh ladka jo sapnon mein aata hai."

Yeh sunkar mere andar kuch phat gaya. Maine use uthaya aur deewar se laga diya, uski ek taang meri kamar par, aur usmein dhassa raha, tez, gehra, bina rehem ke. Uske nakhun meri peeth par lakeerein bana rahe the, uski saansein mere kaan mein toofaan thi. "Karan," woh cheekhi, dabbi hui cheekh, "main aa rahi hoon," aur uska jism mere khilaaf kaanpa, ek lambi leher mein, aur main uske andar hi jhad gaya, usko kas kar pakde hue, jaise chhod diya to woh gayab ho jayegi.

Hum farsh par baithe rahe, uski saree hum dono ke ird-gird bichi hui, paseene mein bheegay hue. Usne mera sar apne seene se lagaya aur mere baalon mein ungliyaan pheri. "Do saal," usne dheere se kaha. "Do saal se kisi ne mujhe aise nahi chhua." Maine kuch nahi kaha. Kehne ko kuch tha bhi nahi. Usne mera chehra uthaya aur meri aankhon mein dekha. "Yahan zyada jagah hai," usne kaha, aur mera haath pakad kar mujhe apne bedroom mein le gayi.

Uske kamre mein dopahar ki dhoop parde ke peeche se chhan rahi thi. Usne mujhe bistar par dhakel diya aur mere upar aa gayi, ab poori tarah nangi, baal khule. Usne mujhe apne mooh mein liya, dheere dheere, tajurbe ke saath, uski jeebh har jagah, aur main uske baalon ko mutthi mein bheenche hue tha, uska naam le raha tha. Jab main had se guzarne wala tha to woh ruki, muskurayi, aur mere upar baith gayi, mujhe apne andar utaar liya ek hi jhatke mein.

Woh mujh par sawaar thi, uski kamar hil rahi thi, uske baal uske chehre par, aur main uske jism ko neeche se dekh raha tha, uske hilte hue ang, uski band aankhein. Usne meri chhati par haath rakhe aur raftaar badhai, aur har uchhal ke saath bistar churmura raha tha. "Dekho mujhe," usne kaha, aur maine dekha. "Yahi hoon main. Wohi ladki Goa wali." Aur woh jhadi, cheekhte hue, mera naam lete hue, aur uske peeche main bhi, usko apne seene se lagaye hue, dono ka paseena ek ho gaya.

Shaam ko hum terrace par chai pee rahe the, sheher ki battiyan neeche jagmaga rahi thi. Dono ne kapde pehen liye the, baal bana liye the, chehre dho liye the. Koi bhi dekh kar nahi keh sakta tha ki dopahar ko kya hua tha. Lekin hum dono jaante the, aur us jaanne mein ek samjhauta tha, bina kahe hue. Usne apna cup neeche rakha aur meri taraf dekha. "Kal dopahar ko client ka call hai?" "Nahi," maine kaha. "Toh study room khaali rahega," usne kaha, aur chai ka ghoont bhara.

Saat baje Pooja ki gaadi ka horn baja aur hum dono neeche daud pade, alag alag seedhiyon se, jaise koi chor. Meena ne das second mein apni saree ki pleats theek kar li, baal ka juda kas liya, aur darwaza khola bilkul shaant chehre ke saath. "Kya chal raha hai?" Pooja ne andar aate hue poocha, bag sofa par pheinkte hue. Meena ne meri taraf dekha, aankhon mein shararat, aur boli, "Tumhara pati meri phone ki memory full kar raha tha." Main chai ka ghoont peete hue khaansa, aur Meena ne meri peeth thapthapai, bilkul saas ki tarah.

Raat ko Pooja so gayi to mera phone baja, bina aawaz ke. Meena ka message tha, agle kamre se: kal dopahar 2 baje. study room. darwaza band kar lena. Maine screen ko dekha, phir andhere mein chhat ko, phir wapas screen ko. Mere honthon par muskaan aa gayi, wohi muskaan jo subah aaine mein dekh kar main darr gaya tha. Maine phone side table par ulta karke rakh diya aur so gaya, kal dopahar ke do bajne ka intezaar karte hue.