Saal tha 2018. Garmiyon ki woh ghisi-piti dopahar. Main, Ayaan, apne kamre mein baitha college ki assignment likh raha tha jab neeche se awaazen aane lagi. Papa ki gaali, Mummy ki chuppi, aur ek aur awaaz — roti-hui, gusse mein bhari, tooti-phooti saansein lete huye.
“Madarchod saala! Kutte ki aulaad ne haath utha diya meri behen pe!” Papa ki awaaz deewaron se takra rahi thi.
Main jaldi se neeche aaya. Darwaaze par ek scene tha jo aksar gaanv mein hota hai — ek aurat apne sasural se bhaag kar aayi hai, haathon mein chhot, aankhon mein aag, aur saadi bikhri hui.
Buwa. Meri Buwa Sana thi.
Unki umar lagbhag 28 saal ki hogi. Shaadi ke saat saal ho chuke the. Ek chhota beta — Aarav, jo abhi unki godi mein so raha tha. Unke chehre — ek zidd, ek gussa, jo saaf chalak raha tha.
“Kya hua Buwa?” main ne pucha, halke dar ke saath.
Unhone mujhe dekha. Aankhon mein aansu the, lekin girne ka naam nahi le rahe the. “Kuch nahi, beta. Tu ja apne room mein.”
Papa ne mujhe daant te huye. “Chal andar ja. Bade logon ki baat hai.”
Main hat gaya, lekin kaan laga kar sunne ki koshish kar raha tha.
Pata chala ki Buwa ne apne saas ko kuch bol diya tha — saaf-saaf, munh par. Woh aurat jo hamesha unhe neeche dikhati thi, taane marti thi, “Tumhare maa-baap ne koi parvarish nahi ki” kehti thi. Buwa ne aaj Bura bhala kah diya tha. Aur uska natija? Uske pati — mere Mausa ji — ne unhe thappad Maar diya.
“Saala haraami! Meri behen ko haath lagata hai!” Papa ki gaali sun kar Mummy ne unhe chup karaya.
Shaam ko Mausa ji aaye. Unki shakal pe woh guilt thi jo mardon ko aksar hoti hai jab woh jaante hain ki maine galat kiya hai. Unke Haath Mein — angoor, aur ek dabba mithai ka tha.
“Sana, chal ghar chal. Main maafi maang raha houn, dobara aisa nahi hoga,” Mausa ji ne kaha, aankhen jhukaye huye.
Buwa ne unhe dekha. Woh nazar — main bhool nahi sakta. Jaise koi cheetah apne shikaar ko dekhta hai, waise.
“Maafi? Saat saal ki beizzati ka badla ek maafi se poora ho jayega Rajesh?”
“Sana, chota bachcha hai… Uska toh khyal kar, ghar chal…”
“Ghar?” Buwa ne zor se chillaya. Bachcha unki godi mein jaag gaya aur rone laga. “wo ghar hai? Jahan mujhe kutte ki tarah rakha jata hai?”
Rajesh: “please Yaar maaf kar sana – Maine galti se Haath utha diya ab nahi karunga chal mere sath.”
“Aur wo ju thumhari ma, baar baar jo sab ko taane marti hai wo to nahi dikhta na.” papa ki taraf dekhte huye buwa boli.
Rajesh: “main apni ma ki taraf se maafi mangta houn. chal ab ghar chalte hain, agar Phir se aisa huwa to main Khud tumko apna munh nahi dikhaunga.”
Papa ne beech mein haath badhaya. “Bas karo dono, ladna band karo. Rajesh, tum jao. Kuch din esko rukne do. Jab uska man halka hoga, tab main Ayaan ke sath bhej dunga.”
Mausa ji ne kuch der socha, phir haath uthaya. “Theek hai. Lekin Sana, thodi si Baat pe aise gussa karegi to hamara kya hoga. thoda sa toh samajhdaari dikha.”
“Samajhdaari maine saat saal dikhayi Rajesh. Ab aur nahi.”
Papa: “acha ab tum dono chup raho kuch nahi bologe – Rajesh khana nikale. “
“Main khana khake aaya houn,” mausa ji ne papa ki taraf dekh kar kaha.
“Thik hai tab tum jaawo, ye abhi gusse main hai. toh tum hi samajhdari dikhao,” papa ne samjhaya.
Woh chale gaye. Raat ko khana khate waqt ghar mein ek ajeeb sannata tha. Buwa ne kuch nahi khaya. Aur jakar bhukhe pet hi so gayi.
Agle din dopahar ka tume tha.
Main apne kamre mein tha jab awaaz aayi — “Ayaan! Zara upar aana.” Buwa ki awaaz thi.
Main upar gaya. Darwaza khula tha. Maine andar dekha.
Buwa bed par baithi thi. Saadi pehni hui thi — halki si peeli. Pallu unhone haath se pakda hua tha, lekin… lekin… Mera dil jor se dhadakne laga.
Woh doodh pila rahi thi. Aarav unki godi mein tha, munh unke sine se laga hua. Aur woh pallu… woh pallu itna upar utha hua tha ki… maine pehli baar itne kareeb se… itne saaf… buwa ke…boobs dekha.
“Kya hua beta? Andar kyun nahi aa raha?”
Unki awaaz ne mujhe hila diya. Main jhatke se andar gaya, aankhen jhukaye.
“Woh… main… aapne bulaya tha na…?”
Buwa ne muskurate huye kaha, “Haan, thoda sa samaan lene jaana tha. Lekin tu baar baar idhar kyun dekh raha hai?”
Mainne kuch nahi kaha. Meri aankhen khud-ba-khud wahin jaa rahi thi jahan unka pallu fisal raha tha. Woh doodh — jo Aarav ki honton se beh kar niche gir raha tha.
“Ayaan? kya hua tujhe?”
“Ji… kuch nahi Buwa. Bas… Aarav ko dekh raha tha. Kitne aaram se so raha hai.”
Buwa hansi. Woh hansi… bhagwaan kasam, woh hansi ne meri jaan le li. “Jab doodh piyega to aaram se hi soega na. Lekin tu… tu theek to hai? Chehra kyun laal ho gaya? Tera.”
“Garmi hai na Buwa,” mainne bahana banaya.
“Garmi?” unhone mjak bhare awaaz Mein kaha. “To kapde utaar de. Koi nahi dekhega yahan.”
Main samajh nahi paaya yeh mazak tha ya ishaara. Lekin mera lund… woh to samajh gaya tha. Ek dum khada ho gaya, jeans mein tent ban kar. Shukr hai ki t-shirt ne thoda chhupa liya.
“Woh… main apne kamre mein ja raha houn. Jab aapko jaana ho bata dijiyega,” mainne kaha aur uth ke Jaane lga.
“Ayaan,” unki awaaz ne roka.
Main mudkar dekha. Buwa ne apni aankhen uthayi — woh aankhen jo ab tak Aarav pe thi, ab mere upar thi. Neeche se upar tak mujhe dekha.
Unki aankhen mere ubhar par ruki. Kuch pal ki chuppi. “Thik hai Jaa, main esko sula ke aati houn.”
Main wahan se bhaaga apne kamre Aa gya. Darwaza band karke baith gya. Saansein tez. Dil dhadak raha tha. Mera lund ab bhi khada tha, aur dimaag mein unki chhati ghoom rahi thi — buwa ka peela pallu, unke safed doodh, unki aankhen, unka es tarah dekhna.
“Madarchod,” mainne khud ko kaha. “Yeh kya soch raha hai?”
Lekin jism ko kya samajh? Jism to bas chahta tha. Chahta tha woh jo dekh raha tha. Woh jo ab bhi meri aankhon ke saamne tha.
Kuch pal aise hi dimag Mein sab ghum raha tha. Toh maine socha nha leta houn. Aur bathroom main chala gya jab main naha kar nikla, toh dekha Buwa mere bed par baithi thi. Unhone ek sundar si saadi pehni thi — halki neeli rang ki, jismein unki kamar ekdam saaf dikh rahi thi. Baal khule the, aur geele, jaise abhi naha kar aayi ho.
Wo mujhe beth ke dekh rahi thi. unki palke jaise band hone ka naam hi nahi le rahi thi.
mainne jaldi se, apni t-shirt nikal kar pahan liya.
“Ayaan, main tera intjar kar rahi houn thoda jaldi Aa ,” unhone muskurate huye kaha aur uth ki bahar Jaane lagi.
Main taiyaar hua. Aur jaldi se Neeche Aa gaya, to papa ne kaha, “Jaldi aana. Raat ho jayegi.”
“Ji Papa.”
Bike nikali. Buwa peeche baithi. Pehle to haath peeche pakda, lekin jab maine speed badhai, to unhone haath aage badhaya aur mere kamar ko pakad liya.
Mera dil phir se tez dhadakne laga.
Hum dono chup the lekin ye chuppi jyada der nahi rahi. “Teri koi girlfriend hai?” achanak buwa ne pucha.
Main hairaan hua. “Kyun Buwa? ye sab kiyoun puch rahi ho.”
“Bas aise hi. College mein koi toh hogi na?”
Main socha. Ek toh hai — payal. Lekin uska naam lene se kya hoga?
“Nahi Buwa. Koi nahi.” maine kaha.
“Kyun? Dekhne mein to ekdam hot…” buwa kuch pal chup rahi, “Ladkiyan toh marti hongi tere pe.”
“Buwa aap bhi na… Ye kya bol rahi ho.”
“I mean… achha lag raha hai. Tere papa ki tarah dikhta hai tu. Unki jawaani mein wo bhi aise hi handsome the.”
Main hansa. “Aapko kaise pata Papa ki jawaani ka?”
“Arre, wo mere bhai hai, toh mujhko nahi pta ho ga tab kis ko pta hoga…”
Hum dono hasne lage, ek pyari se hansi.
Market pahunch kar. Dukaan se dawai li. Lekin meri nazar baar baar unki kamar pe ja rahi thi. Saadi kamar pe bandhi hui, jo unki golaiyon ko aur bhi zyada nikhar rahi thi. Aur neeche… unki gaand. Mujhe Madhosh kar rahi thi. Badi, gol, aur saadi mein ekdum saaf dikh rahi thi.
“Ayaan, yeh le paise,” unhone kaha, mujhe dekhkar.
Main jhatke se apni nazar hatai. “Ji?”
“Paise. Dukaandaar ko de.”
Maine paise diye. Lekin jaise hi mudkar aaya, dekha ki Buwa ne apni saadi thodi si upar uthai hai. Taangon ka woh hissa — gora, mulayam — jo aksar chhupa rehta hai, ab meri nazron ke saamne tha.
Woh jaanti thi. ki main dekh raha houn. Aur woh shayad chahti thi ki main dekhoun.
Wapas aate waqt bike pe woh aur bhi kareeb hokar beth gayi. Unki chhaati meri peeth se takra rahi thi. Garam, aur naram. Aur phir… ek mod pe jab maine brake lagaya, to unka haath fisal kar meri jangh pe aa gaya.
Meri poori body kaanp gayi.
Lekin unhone haath nahi hataya.
“Sorry,” unhone kaha, lekin haath wahin rakha.
“Koi baat nahi Buwa,” mainne kaha, halke aawaaz mein.
Woh aur paas khisak aayi. Ab unki poori chhaati mere peeth se chipki hui thi. Aur woh haath… woh haath ab bhi meri jangh pe tha, thoda sa upar ki taraf badh raha tha.
Main garam hone laga. Poora badan aag ki tarah jal raha tha. Aur mera lund… woh to ab poori tarah khada tha, jeans mein.
“Buwa,” mainne halki si awaaz mein kaha.
“Hmm?”
“Woh… raasta kharab hai aage. Pakad lo mazbooti se.”
Unhone muskurate huye kaha, “Pakad to liya hai. Aur mazbooti se kaise pakadoun?”
Yeh sawaal… yeh madarchod sawaal ne meri jaan nikaal di. Main samajh nahi paaya yeh kya tha?.
Ghar pahunche. Raat ho chuki thi. Ghar mein andhera tha — papa aur mummy apne room mein the.
Aarav roo raha tha shayd usko khela rahe the taki wo roona band kre.
Buwa ne kaha, “Saman upar rakh de. Main Aarav ko lekar aati houn.”
Main upar Aa gya. Wo bhi piche piche, Aarav ko lekar Aa gayi aur bed pe baith gayi. Aarav unki godi mein ro raha tha.
“Shh… mamma aa gayi. Chup ho ja,” unhone kaha, aur apna pallu hata diya.
Maine saman rakh ke. Jaane wala tha ki unhone kaha, “Ruk. Thoda saath baith. Akele bore nahi hota tun.”
Mera dil phir se zor se dhadka. Main jaan gaya tha ki kuch to hone wala hai. Kuch jo nahi hona chahiye tha. Kuch jo galat tha. Lekin meri taangein wahin ja rahi thi jahan mera dimaag mana kar raha tha.
Main bed pe baith gaya. Thodi si Doori bna ke. Lekin buwa mere pass khisak kar beth gayi Bahut kareeb.
Aarav doodh pee raha tha. Aur jaise hi usne munh hataya, maine dekha — woh dekh kar Mein Pagal ho raha tha.
Unke doodh. Bade, gol, laal-chukte nipples ke saath. Aarav ka munh unpar, chooste hue. Ye sab dekh kar mujhe control karna mushkil ho raha tha.
Mera lund poora khada ho gaya. Main jhatke se takiya uthaya aur apne upar rakh liya.
Buwa ne dekha. Aur hansi. Woh hansi jo Jaan bhuj kar haste hain.
“Kya hua? Thand lag rahi hai kya?”
“Nahi… woh… bas aise hi,” mainne kaha, aankhen jhukaye huye.
“Chehra kyun laal ho raha hai Phir tera?”
“Kuch nahi Buwa.”
“Ayaan,” unki awaaz badal gayi. Ab woh naram thi, lekin ek ajeeb si zidd bhi thi usmein. “Mujhse jhooth bolega?”
Main chup raha.
“Kya dekh raha hai tu?”
Yis sawaal ne meri saansein ruk si gayi. Mainne munh uthaya. Buwa ki aankhen mere andar ghus rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi. Woh sab jaanti thi. Ki Mein kya dekh raha houn.
“Kuch nahi… woh… Aarav ke munh pe doodh laga hai. Wahi dekh raha tha,” mainne kaha, aawaaz kaanp rahi thi.
Buwa ne muskurate huye dekha. Phir kaha, “Achha? Toh bas dekhega? Saaf nahi karega?”
Main samajh nahi paya. “Kya?”
“Arre, mera matlab, Aarav ke munh pe doodh laga hai. Saaf kar de. Dekh nahi raha?” maine aarav ko lee rakha hai.
Unhone Aarav ko thoda upar uthaya. Unke doodh ab aur bhi saaf dikh rahe the. Aur woh doodh ki boondein — jo Aarav ke honton se beh kar unki twacha pe gir rahi thi.
Mainne haath badhaya. Mera haath kaanp raha tha. Maine uske munh ki taraf jaane wala haath mod kar… unki twacha pe rakh diya.
Woh doodh ki boondein. Naram, gili. Aur unki twacha — itni naram, itni garam thi. Mujhe samaj nahi Aa raha tha. haath hata dun ya rakhe rahun.
“Ayaan,” Buwa ki awaaz aayi. Halki si. Saanso mein uljhi hui.
“Hmm?”
“Saaf kiya?”
“Ji… bas… ho gaya.”
Lekin mera haath nahi hata. Woh wahin tha. Aur ab main jaan gaya tha — Woh bhi ye sab chahti thi.
Unki taraf dekha toh unki aankhen band thi. Saansein tez chal rahi thi. Aur main… main poora pagal ho raha tha. Mera lund takiye ke neeche bahar aane ke liye tadap raha tha, lekin mera haath… mera haath ab dhere-dhere aur mazbooti se unke chhati pe ghumne lga tha.
“Buwa,” mainne kaha.
“Hmm?” unki aankhen band thi.
“Main… main…”
“Kya?”
“Kuch nahi.”
Lekin kuch to tha. Kuch bahut bada. Kuch jo ab shuru ho chuka tha. Kuch jo ab rukne waala nahi tha.
Buwa ne aankhen kholi. Aur mujhe dekha. Woh nazar — jaise koi samandar ho, aur main usmein doob raha houn.
“Chhod ab kahin bhabhi ne dekh liya to pta nahi kya sochengi.”
Mera dil toot gaya. main n chahte huye haath hataya.
Mainne phir takiya hataya. Mera lund khada tha, lekin ab sharm nahi thi. Aur bed se utha jaane ke liye.
“Kya hua gussa ho gya kya, bagair kuch bole Jaa raha ha.”
Maine unki taraf dekha, unki najar sidhe mere lund par Jaa tiki. aur maine kaha, “maine kiyoun gussa karunga, buwa.”
Wo abhi bhi waise hi ghoor ke dekh rahi thi. aur dhere se boli, “dekh ke lag raah hai gussa nahi hai, chal Jaa niche main esko sula ke aati houn khana khane ke liye.” meri taraf dekh ke mushkurayi.
Main muda aur niche chala aaya.
Happy reading—and enjoy the dark.