Khaandani Randiyaan – Part 13

Maine fir dadaji se bola, “Aap toh kal kuch kar hi nahin paye mere saath. Aap kaho toh aaj aapko bhi thodi shaanti de du?”

Toh dadaji ne muskura ke kaha, “Beti mere dimaag mein kuch aur chal raha hai.”

Main boli, “Kya hua dadaji?”

Iska jawab dete hue woh bole. “Beti, mere potey se shaadi karne ke liye koi ladki nahin mil rahi hai. Woh bhi ab 32 ka ho chala hai. Toh mere dimaag mein aaye din wahi chalta hai.”

Toh main bhi dadaji ki dasha ko samajhte hue boli, “Dadaji, aap pareshaan mat hoiye please. Sab theek ho jaayega.”

Woh mujhe dekhte hue bole, “Beti. Ek baat poochoon?”

Main boli, “Ji poochiye”

Woh meri taraf dekhte hue bole, “Agar tujhe mere ghar ki bahu banne ka mauka miley. Toh kya tu banegi?”

Mujhe ye sunkar bahut ajeeb laga. Aur mujhe samajh nahin aa raha tha ki main iss baat ka dadaji ko kya jawab doon. Itni hi der mein dadaji ne mere haath pe apna haath rakhte hue kaha. “Bolo naa beti. Banogi tum mere khaandaan ki dulhan?”

Maine fir kuch der soch ke kaha, “Dadaji. Main toh abhi sirf 19 saal ki hu. Aur aapka beta 32 ka. Log kya kahenge?” Mujhe laga ye sunkar dadaji shayad kuch aur baat karein.

Par iska jawab dete hue dadaji bole, “Beti, tum iski chinta mat karo. Woh sab itna maine nahin rakhta. Abhi meri sabse badi duwidha mere bete ki shaadi ki hai. Ye sab main sambhal sakta hun.”

Toh dadaji ne mere haath pe halka sa aur zor dete hue kaha, “Tum ek baar aaram se socho. Aur mujhe call karke bata dena. Agar chaho toh apne ghar pe bhi ek baar baat kar lo.”

Toh maine dadaji ki baat rakhte hue unhein bola, “Theek hai. Main sochti hu iss baare mein.”

Hum aise hi kuch der aur baat karte rahe. Aur dadaji mujhe apne ghar aur usmein rehne waale logon ke baare mein bataane lage. Kuch der mein wahan Kishore aa gaya. Aur fir andar aakar usko dadaji ne ek lifafa pakda diya. Aur woh bola, “Sahab, maza aaya ki nahin?”

Toh dadaji ne muskura diya. Aur dheere se apni aankh jhapka di. Fir main wahan se Kishore ke saath jaane lagi apne kapde aur tohfe lekar. Toh dadaji ne mere peeche se bola, “Beti, ek baar soch ke bataana.”

Maine unhein haan mein mundi hila ke haami bhar di aur fir wahan se chali gayi. Kishore ne bahar jaakar poocha, “sahab ko mazey diye na bharpoor? Kahin naak toh nahin kata ke aayi tu?”

Toh maine haan mein sir hilaate hue jawab de diya. Mere dimaag mein abhi bhi dadaji ke diye hue prastav ki hi baat ghoom rahi thi. Main soch rahi thi ki dadaji bahut serious the shaadi ke prastav ke baare mein. Main unhein kya jawaab doon.

Itne mein Kishore ne mujhse poocha, “Waise sahab tere se kis baare mein sochne ko bol rahe the?” Toh maine usse ye bataana sahi nahin samjha. Aur jhoot bolte hue kaha, “Woh pooch rahe the ki kuch samay baad kya woh wapas mujhe bula kar hafte bhar ke liye rakh sakte the kya.”

Baat sunkar Kishore khush hua. Aur bola, “Tu sahi paasa phek ke aayi hai lagta hai. Sahab ke dil mein abhi se hi apni jagah banaa aayi. Zyaada soch mat. Haan bol dena. Main tere number pe unka number message kar deta hun.”

Fir Kishore ne drive karte karte hi mere phone pe dadaji ka number bhej diya. Aur bola, “Phone karke bol de ki tu taiyaar hai.” Maine dadaji ka number save kar ek nakli call karne ka dikhaaya. Aur Kishore ko boli ki woh iss samay phone nahin utha rahe hain.

Aur ye ki main ghar jaakar phir se koshish karungi. Toh Kishore bhi maan gaya. Uske dimaag mein pakke se paise hi chal rahe the. Kuch der mein hum mere ghar pahunch gaye. Mujhe yahaan aaye hue 3-4 din ho gaye the.

Toh Kishore bola, “Teri maa idhar aa gayi hai aaj. Toh jaake aaram karle achchhe se. Main tujhe baad mein milta hun.”

Main gaadi se utarne lagi toh Kishore ne envelope se aadhe paise nikaal kar mujhe de diye. Aur bola, “Ye le. Teri kamai ke paise.” Jispe main boli, “Par aadhe kyun? Kaam toh maine…”

Usne mujhe kaat-te hue bola, “Saali zyaada muh naa chala. Main agar tujhe sahab ke paas nahin le jaata toh abhi khaali haath jaati tu. Ab ye le aur nikal yahaan se.”

Maine phir haath badha ke usse paise liye. Aur apne purse mein rakhti hui apne ghar ki taraf chal di. Kishore bhi wahan se chalne laga. Par aakhir mein mujhe dadaji ko call karke haan bolne ke liye kehta gaya.

Main fir ghar ki taraf chali gayi. Aur apne pass rakhi duplicate chabhi se darwaza khol ke ghar ke andarr dakhil ho gayi. Maine idhar udhar dekha ki shayad maa dikh jaye. Aur main unse apne mann mein chal rahi baat ke baare mein poochun.

Thodi der idhar udhar dekhne ke baad main maa ke kamre ki taraf chali gayi. Kamre ka darwaza khula hua tha. Aur main andar chali gayi. Maa wahin bistar pe leti hui thi apni aankhein band karke. Shareer paseene se tar batar bina kapdon ke.

Unke jism pe kaatne ke nishaan the. Aur gale par 2-3 love-bites. Main unke paas gayi. Aur bolne hi waali thi jab maine unke muh ko dhyaan se dekha. Unke honton ke aas paas kisi mard ka beej aise hi sthirr laga hua tha. Mujhe ye dekh uttejna toh hui.

Kyunki mujhe laga tha ki subah main dadaji ke saath masti karke aaungi. Par waise naa hua. Aur yahaan meri maa aise thaki haari leti hui thi. Maine gaur se dekha toh woh beej ka ras kaafi naya tha. Jaise ki mere ghar mein ghusne ke baad hi nikla ho kisi ke lund se.

Maine socha ki main maa se poochoon ki kaun aaya hua ghar pe. Par main bas bolne hi waali thi ki mujhe maa ke bathroom ka darwaaza khulne ki aawaz sunai di. Toh main mudi aur maine jisse dekh main waise hi aankh faad ke dekhti reh gayi.