Bhag 34: Aparna Ka Gussa
Musoo chupke se kamre se bahar nikal gayi. Uske chehre par woh shararti muskaan abhi bhi thi, lekin uske kadam halke the – jaise koi chor bhaag raha ho. Darwaza band karte hue usne ek aakhri nazar peeche daali. Papa abhi bhi bistar par baithe the, unki saansein tez thi, aur Meena (abhi bhi 'Aparna' ban kar) unke pairon ke paas ghutno ke bal baithi thi, unki jaangh par haath rakhe hue. Musoo ka dil dhadak raha tha. Woh jaanti thi ki jo dekh rahi thi, woh galat tha... lekin saath hi, usko rokne ki bajaye aur dekhna chahti thi. “Papa... tumhari kalpana kitni gehri hai,” Musoo ne man hi man socha. “Ab main dekhungi... yeh kab tak chalta hai.”
Kamre ke andar, Manik abhi bhi Meena ko 'Arna' samajh kar gale laga rakhe the. Unki saansein abhi bhi tez thi, badan par paseena chamak raha tha. Meena ne dheere se unka chehra upar kiya aur boli, awaaz mein woh nakli masoomiyat jo Manik ko paagal kar deti thi,
“Papa... aapki Aparna ne aapko khush kiya na? Aapki kalpana mein main... main aapki beti ban gayi... par ab... ab kya hoga?”
Manik ne uske baalon mein ungliyan pheri. Unki aankhen abhi bhi band thi, jaise woh us kalpana ki duniya mein khoye hue hon. “Haan meri beti... tune Papa ko bahut khush kiya. Teri garmi... teri tadap... sab kuch... lekin yaad rakh, kal subah tu phir Meena ban jayegi. Yeh raaz rahega.”
Meena ne unka haath chooma aur dheere se uthi. “Ji Papa... aapki Aparna kal subah Meena ban jayegi. Lekin raat bhar... aapki beti hi rahungi.”
Woh bathroom ki taraf gayi, shower lene. Manik bistar par let gaye, chhat ki taraf dekhte hue. Unke dimaag mein abhi bhi Aparna ki tasveerein ghoom rahi thi – unki asli beti, jo abhi guest room mein so rahi thi, pregnant, chamakdaar, aur anjaan. “Main kahan ja raha hoon?” Manik ne man hi man socha. “Thailand ne mujhe badal diya... Meena ko to maine beti jaisi maan liya tha... lekin Aparna... meri apni khoon ki beti... uski kalpana karna... yeh paagalpan hai. Lekin... woh garmi... woh tadap... agar asal mein...”
Unki aankhen band ho gayi, lekin neend nahi aayi. Shower ki awaaz aa rahi thi, aur unke lund mein phir se halchal hone lagi.
Doosri taraf, Aparna guest room mein so rahi thi. Raat ke 1:30 baj rahe the. Achanak use pyaas lagi. Woh uthi, paani ka glass lene ke liye bahar nikli. Ghar mein sannata tha – sab so rahe the. Woh hall ki taraf badhi, lekin raaste mein Papa ke kamre ke paas se ek ajeeb si awaaz aayi. Siskaariyan... thap-thap ki halki awaaz... aur ek naam.
Aparna.
Uska naam.
Aparna ka dil dhadak gaya. Woh ruk gayi. Darwaza thoda khula tha – shayad Meena ne jaate waqt theek se band nahi kiya. Aparna ne dheere se jhaanka.
Kya dekha, to uska khoon jam gaya.
Papa bistar par lete the, aankhen band, saansein tez. Unke saamne Meena ghutno ke bal baithi thi – nangi, paseene se tar. Meena ke haath Papa ke lund par the, jo abhi bhi aadha-aadha khada tha. Lekin jo awaaz aa rahi thi, woh Papa ki – ek fusfusahat mein.
“Aparna... meri beti... tu kitni garam hai... Papa teri chut mein phir se...”
Aparna ka chehra safed pad gaya. Uski aankhen fail gayi. Meena ne Papa ka lund phir se muh mein liya, lekin Papa ki aankhen band thi – jaise woh kisi aur ko dekh rahe hon. Aparna ko samajh aa gaya. Papa Meena ko... use... apni kalpana mein badal rahe the. Apni beti ko.
Woh darwaze ke paas khadi reh gayi. Pair jaise zameen mein gad gaye the. Andar ka manzar uske dil ko cheer raha tha. Papa Meena ke baalon ko pakde hue the, dheere-dheere muh mein dhakke de rahe the. Meena abhi bhi ‘Aparna’ ban kar moan kar rahi thi – “Haan Papa… aapki beti ka muh… kitna garam hai… aur chuso Papa… meri choochiyan chuso…”
Papa ki awaaz aayi – bhari, tadap bhari:
“Aahh… Aparna beta… teri choochiyan kitni badi ho gayi hain pregnancy mein… doodh se bhari hui… Papa tera doodh peena chahta hai… teri pregnant chut mein phir se lund daalna chahta hai…”
Aparna ka khoon khaultaa chala gaya. Uski aankhon ke saamne Papa Meena ki choochiyon ko masal rahe the, unko muh mein le rahe the, aur Meena ‘Papa… haan Papa…’ keh rahi thi. Aparna ka gussa satven aasman par tha. Uska dil kar raha tha ki woh abhi andar ghus jaye, darwaza tod de, aur Papa ko sabak sikha de – “Yeh kya kar rahe ho tum?! Main tumhari beti hoon! Meri kalpnna kar ke tum apni naukrani ko chod rahe ho?!”
Lekin woh ruk gayi.
Uske dimaag mein ek pal ke liye purani yaadein aa gayi – 10-12 saal tak Papa ne un teeno behnon ka khayal rakha tha. Mummy ke jaane ke baad Papa ne kabhi kisi aur aurat ki taraf nahi dekha. Din bhar kaam, raat ko unke liye time, school fees, college admission, shaadi tak ka kharcha – sab kuch Papa ne akela kiya. Kabhi shikayat nahi ki. Kabhi kaha nahi ki “main akela hoon”. Bas chupchap un teeno ki khushi dekhte rahe.
Aparna ka gussa abhi bhi tha, lekin saath mein ek gehra sa dukh bhi tha. “Papa ne itne saal humare liye sab kuch kiya… aur aaj main unko rokne jaungi? Unki khushi cheen lungi?”
Uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Woh chupke se peeche hati, darwaza dheere se band kiya, aur apne kamre ki taraf chali gayi. Raat bhar woh bistar par leti roti rahi. Neend nahi aayi. Uska dil toot raha tha – ek taraf gussa, ek taraf pyaar, ek taraf confusion. “Papa… aapne mujhe aise kaise socha? Main tumhari beti hoon… pregnant beti… aur tum mujhe… aise dekh rahe ho?”
Udhar Papa bilkul bekhabar the ki unki beti ne sab dekh liya. Woh Meena ko ‘Aparna’ samajh kar tadaptod chudai karte rahe. Meena abhi bhi role-play mein thi – “Haan Papa… apni beti ki gaand maaro… meri pregnant chut mein phir se daalo…” Papa zor-zor se dhakke maar rahe the, Meena ki siskariyan kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Aakhir mein dono ek saath jhad gaye. Papa ne Meena ko gale lagaya, “Meri pyari beti… tu bahut achhi hai.” Meena ne thak kar unke seene par sir rakh diya.
Papa ne socha – yeh kalpnna hi sahi, lekin maza asli tha. Woh thak kar so gaye. Subah unki aankh nahi khuli – raat bhar ki thakan aur sukoon ne unko gehri neend mein daal diya.
Subah 7 baje ghar mein routine shuru ho gaya. Suruchi showroom ke liye nikal gayi – “Papa, aaj collection ka stock check hai, shaam tak aaungi.” Musu college ke liye ready ho rahi thi, usne Papa ke kamre ki taraf dekha par andar nahi gayi – “Papa busy honge.” Meenu market gayi thi samaan lene – sabzi, doodh, ration.
Ghar ab khali tha. Sirf Aparna aur Papa.
Aparna kitchen mein khadi thi, chai bana rahi thi. Uski aankhen laal thi, chehra thaka hua. Raat bhar roti rahi thi. Ab uske andar gussa aur dukh dono the. Woh jaanti thi – aaj baat karni padegi. Papa ko samjhana padega. Ya phir… ghar chhodna padega.
Papa uth kar living area mein aaye. Unka chehra thaka hua tha, lekin aankhon mein abhi bhi woh kalpnna ki chamak thi. Woh Aparna ko dekha aur muskuraye,
“Beta… good morning. Chai bana rahi ho? Mujhe bhi ek cup de dena.”
Aparna ne stove band kiya. Chai ka cup side mein rakha aur seedhe Papa ki taraf mud gayi. Uski awaaz thandi thi, lekin andar se aag jal rahi thi.
Aparna: “Papa… mujhe aapse ek bahut zaroori baat karni hai. Abhi. Akele mein.”
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