Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Pushpa aangan mein kursi daal ke aaraam se baitha tha, dopahar ki dhoop ke neeche.
Tabhi gaadi ki awaaz aayi – Jolly apni chaudi chaal aur shehzadon wali akad ke saath andar aaya.
Pushpa khada hua, muskuraya, "Aaja bhai, kaise yaad kiya?"
Jolly ke chehre pe ek chip-chipa sa smile tha, lekin uski aankhon mein kuch aur hi tha. Jab uski nazar Srivalli pe padi – jo andar se aayi thi – ek alag hi bhookh chamak uthi uske chehre pe.
Srivalli ke haath mein do cup chai ke the. Woh seedha Jolly ke paas aayi, uski aankhon ko mehsoos karti hui – bechain si. Pushpa toh apne baaton mein busy tha, usne kuch nahi dekha.
Srivalli ne Jolly ko chai pakdaayi. Jaise hi haath aage badha, Jolly ka angutha uski ungliyon ko chhoo gaya – jaise jaane anjaane mein. Srivalli ka chehra thoda kas gaya, aankhon mein nafrat aur asahaj si ghabrahat thi, lekin usne apne aapko sambhal liya.
"Thank you, Srivalli ji," Jolly ne aankhon mein ek lazy flirtation ke saath kaha, jaise shabdon se zyada uski nazar usse chaat rahi ho.
Srivalli ne bas sir hilaaya, aankhen jhukaayi, aur palat gayi – par Jolly ki aankhon ka wazan ab bhi uske peeche chipka hua tha.
Jolly halki awaaz mein bola, jaise Pushpa ko na sunaye de:
"Bahut hi khaas hai tumhari Srivalli... Pushpa bhai."
Pushpa hans ke bola, "Haan, meri duniya hai woh."
Srivalli ne andar jaake chhup se aankh uthakar dekha – Jolly abhi bhi use aankhon se utarta nahi tha. Uska mann kar raha tha ki woh cheekh kar kahe nikal ja yahan se! Lekin apni maryada mein chup thi, sirf aankhon mein teekhi narazgi ke saath sab kuch seh rahi thi.
Jolly ke chehre pe ek zidd bhara smirk tha. Jaise woh apne mann mein kuch decide kar raha ho.




Pushpa aangan ke kone mein table se kuch papers lene ke liye uth gaya.
Jolly aur Srivalli bas ek chhat ke neeche akelay reh gaye.
Srivalli ka mann ghutan se bhar gaya tha jaise hi woh samjhi ki ab Jolly ki nazar seedha uspar hai – usi purani gandi bhookh ke saath.
Woh apni saari ko thoda sambhalte hue andar gayi aur ek glass mein paani lekar aayi.
Jaise hi usne paani ka glass Jolly ko diya, Jolly ne uska haath zaroorat se zyada der tak pakad liya... Uske haathon ka garmpan Srivalli ke seedha kaleje mein utar gaya.
Woh haath chhuda ke palatne hi waali thi, tabhi Jolly ne apna jhukkar, uske kaan ke paas apna munh laate hue dheere se fufkara:
"Paani dene aayi ya wohi pyaas bujhane ke liye jo kuch din pehle meri mansion mein jagi thi...?"
Srivalli ka badan jakad gaya. Uske kaan lal ho gaye. Woh seedha khinch ke door jaane wali thi, lekin Jolly ki agle shabd ne use aur thoda tod diya:
"Chi! Aisi gandi baat mat karo!" Srivalli ne hichak kar, aankhen neeche karte hue kaha.
Jolly bas haans diya – ek thanda, besharam sa hansna – aur phir seedha uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola:
"Gandi baat? Arre bacchi, kuch din pehle jab meri car mein tune khud apne pair mere kamar ke dono taraf lapet liye the, jab maine tujhe raat bhar apni mansion mein nachaya tha... usme kya pavitrata thi, bata zara?"
Srivalli ka chehra sharam aur gusse se tamtamane laga. Uski saari ka pallu uske seene se fisalne laga tha, aur Jolly ki bhookhi nazar har jhilmilti line pe, uski kamar ke deep curve, uske blouse ke tight fitting pe, uski sari ke neeche se dikhti naveli kamar aur ubharta hua cleavage tak, sab kuch choom rahi thi aankhon se.
Jolly ka halat aur bigadne laga.
Uska nara saans phool gaya tha.
Halka sa panting karte hue, aankhon se uska bang karta jaise dekh raha tha.
Srivalli ne jaldi se apna pallu theek kiya, aankhen phir bhi jhuki hui thi, aur woh peeche hatne lagi jaise uski zameen khisak rahi ho.
Jolly ne glass table pe rakha, uska angutha ab tak uske haath ki yaad mein halka sa hil raha tha.
"Paani se kuch nahi hoga, Srivalli," woh dheere se bola,
"Pyaas to tab bujhti hai jab tu khud apni marzi se muh kholta hai..."
Srivalli ka mann hua woh cheekh maar ke bhaag jaaye, par Pushpa ke kadmon ki aahat aayi, toh woh chup se palat ke ander chale gayi – aankhon mein aansuon ka dariya rok ke.
Jolly ne phir ek lambi, besharam nazar uske jhoolte hue pichwade par daali, aur ek thandi seeti maar ke apne chehre pe mask jaisa shareef smile chipka liya jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Pushpa laut ke aaya, file le kar.
"Chal bhai, sign karte hain," Pushpa bola.
Aur Jolly usi besharmi se, jaise kuch paap kiya ho aur maza le raha ho, aaram se Pushpa ke saath business ki baatein karne laga...





Pushpa aur Jolly abhi file par baatein kar hi rahe the ki tabhi —
BHAADOOOMMMMM!!!
Ek zabardast dhamake ki awaaz aayi. Dharti kaanp uthi jaise koi bada pahad toot pada ho.
Mansion ke bahar se dhuaan aur aag ki laalten uthi — do gaadiyaan, Pushpa ke logon ki, ek saath blast ho gayi thi!
Pushpa ka munh ek pal mein safed pad gaya.
Jolly ka bhi rang udd gaya, aankhen phaad ke woh dekhta reh gaya.
"Kya bakwaas ho gaya yeh?!" Pushpa cheekh pada, turant apne seene ki jeb se gun nikalte hue.
Bahar dekha — Pushpa ke aadmi jo security mein the, kuch zameen par padhe the, laash ban chuke the, aur kuch zakhmi hokar chilla rahe the.
Pura mahal gunguna utha tha – log bhaag rahe the, hawaa mein sirf dhuaan, khoon aur cheekhon ki badboo thi.
Srivalli dar ke maare daudti hui andar aayi. Uska chehra safed, aankhon mein sirf dar.
Pushpa turant uske paas bhaaga, use dono kandhon se pakad ke jhatka diya:
"Srivalli! Jaldi andar jao! Bahar maut mach rahi hai!"
Srivalli tharthar kaanp rahi thi. Uski saari ka pallu phisal raha tha, lekin Pushpa ne ek second bhi nahi socha – bas zor se use andar dhakelte hue kaha:
"Lock lagana! Jab tak main nahi bulau, bahar mat nikalna!"
Srivalli aankhon mein aansu bhar ke haan mein sir hilaati hui andar bhagi.
Darwaza band karte waqt ek pal ke liye usne mudkar dekha – Pushpa chhilti aankhon ke saath apni gun le kar bahar ki taraf daud chuka tha.
Jolly abhi bhi wahan tha, thoda hila hua.
Pushpa ne uski taraf dekha aur cheekha:
"Jolly! Idhar aa! Saala kisi ne hamla kiya hai! Yeh personal nahi lagta... yeh koi bada dushman ka kaam hai!"
Jolly ne apna mobile nikal ke kisi ko call karne ki koshish ki, lekin network dead tha – hawa mein barood ka asar tha.
Pushpa ke dimaag mein ghanti baj rahi thi —
Kaun tha jo uski territory mein itna bada dhamaka kar gaya?
Kya Srivalli ko bhi nishana banane ki planning thi?
Ya Jolly ke against koi bada khel ho raha tha?
Dharti abhi bhi thodi thodi kaanp rahi thi.
Dhuaan ghana hota ja raha tha.
Cheekhon aur goliyon ki awazein door se sunayi de rahi thi...
Pushpa ne apni aankhon mein ek alag hi kasam bhar li —
"Agar Srivalli ko kuch hua... to main iss duniya ko ulti kar dunga!"




Pushpa aur uske aadmi ab ghar ke bahar blast ke aaspaas khoon aur dhuaan ke beech saboot dhoondh rahe the.
Kisi ko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki itna bada dhamaka kisne kiya... aur kaise security ko itni aasaani se tod diya gaya.
Jolly bhi Pushpa ke saath bahar tha, dono ke dimaag ghoom rahe the.
Tabhi...
Mansion ke pichhle hisse mein — jahan andhera aur jungle sa tha — wahan se kuch parchhayiyaan chupke chupke ghus rahi thi.
Ek bada aadmi, pura black kapdon mein lapeta hua, apne saath teen aur aadmiyon ko lekar aaya.
Unke chehre pe kaali patti bandhi hui thi.
Srivalli, jo andar kamre mein apna aap sambhalne ki koshish kar rahi thi, maa ke saath, tabhi ek khidki se zor ka dhaakka hua — aur pehle ke blast ki tarah ek aur chhota dhamaka hua, seedha ghar ke piche!
Dhadddd!
Srivalli cheekh nahi pai — ek aadmi ne turant uska munh daba diya, dusre ne uski maa ko pakad liya.
"Chup! Hila to goli maar denge!" ek aadmi ghur raha tha.
Srivalli ki aankhon mein dar ka dariya bhar gaya.
Uski maa bhi kamp rahi thi.
Do aadmi Srivalli ko dono haathon se pakad ke kheenchte hue ghar ke peeche le jaane lage.
Uska pallu zameen pe ghisak raha tha. Pair mitti mein ragar rahe the.
Srivalli ne jitna ho saka chhuttne ki koshish ki, lekin aadmiyon ka pakad pathar jaisa tha.
Ek aadmi ne to Srivalli ke munh pe kapda lapet diya, taaki woh cheekh bhi na paaye.
Uski maa ko bhi dhakka dete hue le ja rahe the.
Peeche jungle ke raste ek kaali Scorpio gadi tayyar thi — engine chal raha tha, ready to escape.
Tab tak Pushpa ko kuch pata bhi nahi chala.
Woh to abhi bhi blast site ke paas clues dhoondh raha tha, aur apne mardon ko theek karne mein busy tha.

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Thodi doori par... Srivalli apne aansuon ke beech, aankhon se Pushpa ko dekhti rahi, jaise chup chaap madad ke liye pukarti ho.
Par uski awaaz daba di gayi thi.
Gadi zor se bhadbhadaayi... aur Srivalli aur uski maa ko uda ke le gayi.
Jab Pushpa wapas mansion ke andar aaya —
Darwaza toota hua tha.
Andar khamoshi thi.
Aur Srivalli... gayab thi.
Pushpa ki aankhon mein ek pal mein khoon utar aaya.
"Srivalliiiiiiiiiii!" woh cheekha, poore ghar ko hila ke rakh diya.
Par jawab sirf ek thanda, sunsaan sannata tha...

Pushpa mansion ke hall mein khada tha —
aankhon mein khoon, chaal mein aag.
Srivalli aur uski maa — dono gayab the.
Darwaza ka toota hua frame hawa mein hil raha tha.
Zameen pe Srivalli ka ek chhota sa dupatta pada tha... mitti aur khoon ke daag se bhara.
Pushpa ne woh dupatta uthaya, haathon mein kas ke pakad liya.
Uska poora sharir kaanp raha tha —
na gusse se, na dard se...
badle ki bhukh se.
Aankhon mein aag thi — aisi aag jo pura sheher jala ke rakh de.
"KISNE KIYA YEH?! KISNE?!?"
Pushpa ka cheekhna ghar ke chhath tak goonj utha.
Saare aadmi — jo bache the — sar jhukaye khade the, darr ke maare hil bhi nahi pa rahe the.
Jolly, thoda door pe khada tha, chehra serious.
Usne dheere se Pushpa ke paas aake haath uske kandhe pe rakhne ki koshish ki.
"Pushpa bhai... sambhalo apne aap ko..." Jolly bola, thandi awaaz mein, jaise aag pe paani daalna chahta ho.
Pushpa ne ek jhatke se apna kandha chhuda diya, aankhon mein zeher bhar ke Jolly ko dekha.
"Kaise sambhalun bey?!
Meri Srivalli... meri maa jaise aurat...
kisi harami ke haath mein hai ab!
Aur main yahan khaada sirf hawa kha raha hoon!!"
Pushpa ne gusse mein samne ka table ek hi laat mein tod diya —
lakdi ke tukde hawaa mein udd gaye.
Phir usne apna revolver nikala, hawa mein ghoomaya aur zor se ek goli chhod di —
DHAAAD!
Ghar ke deewar pe goli chhaap ban gayi.
Saare log hil ke peeche hat gaye.
Pushpa ka saans bhari hui thi — jaise sher ka gussa kaabu ke bahar ho.
Aankhon se paani aur khoon dono ek saath tapak rahe the.
Jolly ne ek kadam aage badhke phir kaha:
"Pushpa bhai... hum milke dhoondhenge Srivalli ko.
Main tere saath hoon.
Jisne bhi kiya hai... zinda nahi bachega."
Pushpa ka chehra patthar ka ho gaya tha.
Usne Jolly ki aankhon mein dekha — gehra, bhayanak, aur andhera nazar se.
"Nahi Jolly...
Is baar... jo bhi raaste mein aayega... chahe dushman ho ya dost...
Mujhe farak nahi padta.
Srivalli ko chhudaane ke liye... main saari duniya ki chhati cheer ke rakh dunga."
Aur phir Pushpa ne apni kamar se bandook nikaali, uske barrel ko check kiya, aur aankhon mein maut ka iraada lekar bahar nikal gaya —
poore sheher ko thokar maarke, Srivalli ko wapas laane ke liye.
Jolly peechhe khada tha — thoda pareshan, thoda nervas —
kyunki use pata tha...
ab Pushpa full pagalpan mode mein ja chuka tha.



Pushpa mansion ke aangan mein ghoom raha tha jaise ek bandhan se chhuta hua sher.
Aankhon mein sirf aag thi, dimaag mein sirf ek hi soch — Srivalli aur maa ko wapas lana hai. Kisi bhi haalat mein.
Tabhi uska ek aadmi, kapde phate hue, khoon se bhara hua bhaagte bhaagte aaya:
"Pushpa bhai! Hamne dekha! Do alag group the!
Ek Srivalli bhabhi ko leke jungle ke raste bhaga...
Aur doosra Amma ji ko opposite side highway pe le gaya!"
Pushpa ke pair ek pal ke liye jameen mein gadh gaye.
Dono sabse important log uske zindagi ke — alag alag raste, alag alag danger mein.
Uska dimaag ghuma — gusse mein usne ek lat maar ke bagal ka ek patthar ka tukda chur-chur kar diya.
"BC!! Saale do tukde kar diye meri duniya ke!!!"
Pushpa cheekha, aankhon mein veer ras ka toofan.
Jolly ne turant aake uska kandha pakda —
Serious, sincere nazar se, ek bhai ki tarah aankhon mein vishwas bhar ke bola:
"Pushpa bhai... sun.
Tu apni maa ke peeche ja.
Main Srivalli ko dhoondhne nikalta hoon.
Apni jaan de dunga, par Srivalli ko kuch nahi hone dunga, yeh vachan hai mera."
Pushpa ne kuch seconds tak uski aankhon mein ghur ke dekha —
Jaise jaanch raha ho ki vishwas kare ya nahi.
Par Jolly ka chehra saaf tha.
Ek bhai ka wada.
Ek dost ka kasam.
Pushpa ne apni gun ka muzzle Jolly ke seene se lagate hue, uski aankhon mein aansu aur aag dono ke saath kaha:
"Srivalli meri saans hai, bey...
Usey ek aanch bhi aayi na... to main duniya ka antim sanskar kar dunga.
Take care of her... aur jisne bhi uske saath bura sapna bhi dekha ho...
unke tukde-tukde kar dena, samjha?"
Jolly ne bandook ke upar apna haath rakh ke bola:
"Kasam meri maa ki Pushpa bhai, Srivalli bhabhi ek scratch ke bina lautegi."
Pushpa ne uska kandha thapthapaya, ek pal ke liye uske aankhon mein bhai jaisa dard tha.
Phir dono alag-alag directions mein bhaag gaye —
Pushpa apni maa ke liye...
Jolly Srivalli ke liye.
Hawa mein sirf gun ki garmi thi, khoon ki boo thi, aur ek badla ki jang ki gungunahat thi.

Jolly aur uske aadmi purane jungle ke raste se guzarte hue ek purane, toote-phoote bungalow ke paas ruke.
Hawa mein garmi aur mitti ki smell thi.
Network dead tha.
Sirf pedon ki sir-sirati awaaz aur door kahin se kutte ke bhaunkte ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Bungalow ke aaspaas dus-se-zaada aadmi AK-47 aur desi bandook lekar guard kar rahe the.
Sabke chehre pe tanaav tha, jaise kisi bahut bade maal ki suraksha kar rahe ho.
Jolly ne apne Ray-Ban glasses utare, apna shirt ka collar theek kiya, aur seedha aage badh gaya — bina dare.
Jaise hi woh andar gaya, sab aadmiyon ne guns utha ke Jolly pe point kar diya —
barood aur maut ki hawa bhar gayi thi.
Par jab sabne dhyan se dekha... ki aane wala Jolly hai...
to sabne turant apni guns neeche kar di aur respect se sar jhuka diya.
Unmein se ek, jo lagta tha sabka boss tha — moti gold chain aur bada paunch — aage aaya aur bola:
"Jolly bhai... sab theek hai. Aapka intezaar tha."
Jolly ne halka sa smile diya — ek thanda, besharam sa smirk.
"Woh kahan hai?" Jolly ne seedha poocha.
Boss ne ek ungli se bungalow ke dusre side ke kamre ki taraf ishara kiya:
"Andar hai. Room mein band hai.
Behosh thi jab laaye the.
Aankhen abhi bhi band hai... pura control mein hai."
Jolly ke chehre pe ek aur gehri muskaan aayi — jaise koi shikaar apne jaal mein band dekh ke khush ho.
Usne apne aadmiyon ko dekha, aur fir sabko bula kar zor se bola:
"Aaj ki party meri taraf se!
Aaj raat... hum sab zindagi ka maza lenge!
Khaana, daaru, aur jo humara khaas guest hai... sab kuch arrange hoga!"
Saare log hans diye — ek darawani, gandi hansi jo hawa mein goonj uthi.
Bungalow ke andar se door ke peeche... ek chhoti si awaaz suni gayi — jaise koi apne hosh mein aane ki koshish kar raha ho...
Woh Srivalli thi.
Aankhon pe patti bandhi thi, haath bandhe hue the...
aur woh dheere se hilne lagi thi, jaise apne hone ka ehsaas dhoondh rahi ho.
Uske chehre pe dard aur dar ka ek paleet sa saya tha.
Par usse kuch dikhai nahi de raha tha.
Aur baahar Jolly apni jeet ka celebration plan kar raha tha.





Srivalli andhere kamre ke kone mein bethi thi —
haath bandhe hue, aankhon pe kaali patti bandhi thi,
aur har pal uske dil ka dhadakna aur tez ho raha tha.
Tabhi —
Bahar se achanak goliyon ki baarish sunayi di.
Tada-tad-tad-tad!!
Bandookon ki cheekh, aadmiyon ki cheekh-pukaar, aur bhoomi kampan jaise mahaul mein goonj utha tha.
Srivalli ka poora sharir thartharane laga.
Uski aankhon se aansu tapak rahe the.
Munh band tha, par mann mein prarthana kar rahi thi:
"Bhagwan... Pushpa... mujhe bacha lena... mujhe bacha lena..."
Tabhi ek zor ka thud hua — jaise darwaza tod diya gaya ho.
Srivalli ka dil ek pal ke liye band ho gaya.
Fir —
kisi ne uski aankhon pe bandhi patti ko dheere se khola.
Pehla chehra jo dikhayi diya... woh tha — Jolly ka.
Jolly ke baayein haath mein ek gahra goli ka ghaav tha — khoon beh raha tha, uska white shirt laal pad gaya tha.
Kuch blood ke chhente uske gaalon tak aa gaye the.
Par uske chehre pe dard ka koi asar nahi tha.
Woh muskuraya... woh muskurahat jo Srivalli ko aur zyada dara gayi.
Jolly ke chehre pe tha — jeet, paagalpan, aur kuch aur bhi... ek bhookh.
Jolly ke aankhon se Srivalli ko scan karta gaya —
aur jo dekha, usne uske andar ke darinde ko aur bhadka diya.
Srivalli ki saari puri tarah bikhar gayi thi.
Pallu dhang se nahi tha — blouse ke andar se cleavage ka ubar bahar aa raha tha.
Uski kamar ka pura curve dikh raha tha, saree ka paanch chhutta hua, seene ke neeche se kapda chipak gaya tha pasine se.
Uske bal bikre hue the — gale aur mathe pe chipak rahe the, jaise kisi ne abhi abhi pakad ke khicha ho.
Aankhon ke aas paas laal-pan tha, aansu aur dar se.
Paseene se uska pura sharir chamak raha tha, kapde uske upar chipke hue the —
aur Jolly ke liye woh ek aisi chhavi thi —
ek masoom aurat, toot chuki, lachar, aur bas pakad mein aane waali.
Jolly ne dheere se apne zakhmi haath ko Srivalli ke gaal ke paas laaya —
uska blood Srivalli ke gaal pe lag gaya, ek laal si lakeer ban gayi.
Srivalli ne aankhen band kar li, dar se kaanp rahi thi.
Jolly uske paas jhuk ke dheere se fufkara:
"Kya haal banaya hai tera, Srivalli...
par sach kahun...
aisi bikri hui...
aur bhi zyada khoobsoorat lag rahi hai tu..."
Uski nazar Srivalli ke seene se kamar tak phisli —
uske curves, uske paseene mein bheege kapde ke neeche se ubharte ang, sab kuch jaise aankhon se choom raha tha.
Srivalli apne aapko chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi, haath jod ke, par bandhe hue haathon ke wajah se kuch kar nahi paayi.
Jolly ke chehre pe ek twisted, besharam si smile thi.
Woh uske aur paas aaya...
Srivalli ki saans tez ho gayi...
kamra mein hawa bhaari ho gayi thi.
Aur us waqt...
door kahin se ek aur zor ka dhamaka sunayi diya...


Jolly Srivalli ke bilkul paas tha —
uski aankhon mein dard aur bechaini bhari thi.
Tabhi —
pichhle darwaze se ek aadmi chhupte hue Jolly ki taraf bhaaga, revolver uthaye.
Srivalli ke mooh se ek halki si cheekh nikal gayi —
par usse pehle ki kuch ho,
DHAAD!
Ek zor ka gunshot —
aur woh aadmi, sir pe goli lagte hi, seedha zameen pe dhaad gaya.
Khoon ka ek chhota sa talab ban gaya uske neeche.
Srivalli ka dil moonh ko aaya.
Uski aankhen phat gayi.
Woh thartharane lagi, dekhkar kaise maut kitni aasani se uske saamne hui.
Jolly ne apna gun neeche kiya,
Srivalli ki aankhon mein dekha —
aur aage badhkar uske haathon ki handcuff ka taala tod diya.
"Pushpa bhai ne bheja mujhe.
Tumhe bachane ke liye."
Jolly ki awaaz mein ek thanda sa confidence tha, jaise kuch bura usne kiya hi nahi ho.
Srivalli, jo ab tak sirf dar aur vishwas ke beech uljhi thi,
use dekhti rahi — aankhon mein doubt tha.
Par jab usne dekha ki Jolly ne apna bandook side mein daal diya,
aur piche hat gaya — bina zabardasti kare —
tab Srivalli ke dil mein ek halka sa bharosa jag gaya.
Usne dheere se apne haath aage badhaye,
aur khud ko sambhalte hue khadi hone ki koshish ki.
Lekin...
uske pairon mein jaan nahi thi.
Saari energy jaise usey chhod ke bhaag gayi thi.
Jolly ne turant aage badhkar usse sambhala —
dono haathon se uski kamar ko pakad liya,
aur use apni chaati se lagaa liya.
Srivalli, na chaahte hue bhi,
apne haathon se Jolly ke gale ko pakad liya —
apna pura wazan us par daal diya.
Uska kapta hua badan, Jolly ki chest ke against chipka tha.
Srivalli ki aankhen band thi —
mann mein sirf ek hi naam guunj raha tha:
"Pushpa... Pushpa... mujhe bacha lo..."
Par jab aankh khuli...
to Pushpa nahi...
Jolly tha.
Wahi Jolly jisse dekhte hi use hamesha ajeeb si ghin aati thi.
Par aaj...
jab uski jaan hawa mein latak rahi thi...
to woh Jolly ki godh mein thi.
Kuch ajeeb tha...
kuch ulta, kuch galat...
ek ajeeb si feeling Srivalli ke dil mein ghus rahi thi —
darr, vishwas, aur majboori ka ek ajeeb sa mel.
Jolly ne uski kamar thodi tight pakad ke usse dheere se bola:
"Don't worry Srivalli...
ab main hoon.
Tumhara kuch nahi hone dunga."
Srivalli ne apna sir uske shoulder pe tikaya,
saans ghiri hui thi, aankhon mein aansu bhare hue the...
aur dil mein ek soch —
"Pushpa... jaldi aana..."
Par abhi ke liye...
woh bas Jolly ke bandhan mein thi —
majboor, thaki hui, aur adhoori.






Jolly ne Srivalli ko sambhalte hue
bungalow ke dusre floor ke ek purane balcony tak le gaya.
Wahan se pura jungle ka rasta dikh raha tha —
aur neeche...
dead bodies bikhri hui thi.
Kuch aadmi apne khoon mein latpat the,
kuch aadhe zinda, aadhe mare hue...
hawaa mein gunpowder aur khoon ki milti-julti boo thi.
Srivalli ka badan thoda tharthara gaya.
Usne Jolly ka kandha aur zor se pakad liya,
apni aankhon se woh horrifying nazara dekhkar hil gayi.
"Yeh... yeh sab kya hua, Jolly bhai?"
Srivalli ki awaaz kanpti hui, halki si thi.
Jolly ne balcony ke railings pe haath rakha,
aur thandi awaaz mein bola:
"Tumhe aur Pushpa bhai ki maa ko rival gang ne kidnap kar liya tha.
Pushpa bhai apni maa ko bachane nikal gaye...
aur main... main tumhare liye aaya, Srivalli."
Srivalli ek pal ke liye frozen si ho gayi.
Uska gala sukh gaya.
Usne aankhon mein aansu bhar ke socha:
"Pushpa... mera Pushpa...
woh mujhe chhod ke chala gaya maa ko bachane...
aur main... yahan akeli, lachar..."
Dard uske seene mein jaise chhuri ki tarah ghus gaya.
Pushpa se kuch alag si ummeed thi usko —
ki sabse pehle woh aaye, apne haathon se uthaye, apne seene se lagaye.
Par aaya kaun?
Jolly.
Wohi Jolly —
jiski aankhon mein kabhi sheher si hawas dekhi thi.
Par aaj... woh Jolly...
uske liye khoon baha ke khada tha.
Uske liye zakhmi hua tha.
Srivalli ke dil mein ek ajeeb si hulchul mach gayi.
Woh Jolly ko aankhon mein dekhte rahi —
uske blood-stained shirt, zakhmi haath,
aur uski aankhon mein woh garam si mamta jaisi nazar.
Srivalli ne mehsoos kiya —
ek ajeeb si taqat,
ek ajeeb si khichav...
jo use Jolly ke aur kareeb le ja rahi thi.
Uska dil dhak-dhak kar raha tha.
Aankhon se aansu girte hue,
woh Jolly ke itne kareeb aa gayi thi ki dono ke saanse ek ho rahi thi.
Pura environment —
thandi hawa, dead bodies, khoon, maut ka dar —
sab kuch dhoondhla gaya us pal ke liye.
Sirf Srivalli aur Jolly reh gaye.
Srivalli ki aankhon mein dard tha,
par dard ke neeche ek chhupi hui bhook thi —
ek sahara ki, ek apnapan ki.
Jolly ne use sambhalte hue dheere se bola:
"Tum ab safe ho, Srivalli...
main hoon yahan..."
Srivalli ne aankhon mein aansuon ke beech,
apna sir Jolly ke seene se laga diya.
Dil se ek dard bhara saas nikla...
aur pehli baar...
usne Pushpa ko nahi...
Jolly ko apne dil ke kareeb mehsoos kiya.


Jolly balcony se Srivalli ko sambhalte hue niche wapas aaya.
Usne apne ek aadmi ko bulaya —
ek purana, bada sa satellite phone us aadmi ne apne bag se nikala.

Network dead tha jungle mein,
par satellite phone ka signal mil gaya tha.

Jolly ne apne khoon lage haath se number dial kiya —
Pushpa ka.

Beeps aaye...
aur phir call connect hua.

Dusri taraf Pushpa ki saans phooli hui thi, jaise woh abhi bhi bhaag raha ho, goli chala raha ho.

"Pushpa bhai! Srivalli safe hai! Hamne usse dhoond liya!"
Jolly zor se bola, taaki goliyon ki awaaz ke beech sunai de.

Pushpa ki awaaz mein turant ek badlaav aaya —
relief, jeevan, aur thodi si thakavat.

"Meri maa safe hai? Srivalli theek hai?" Pushpa poocha, saans phoolti hui.

"Haan bhai! Maa ji ko bhi humare logon ne secure kar liya. Tum araam se aage chase karo — rival ka boss abhi zinda hai!"
Jolly ne zaroorat se zyada confident tone mein kaha.

Pushpa ka gussa aur tension kuch halka hua.
Usne phone pe zor se bola:

"Srivalli ko mere ghar le jao! Use kuch nahi hona chahiye! Samjhe Jolly?! Kuch bhi nahi!"

"Bilkul, bhai. Meri jaan bhi chali jaaye, par Srivalli ko kuch nahi hoga."
Jolly ke chehre pe ek halka sa twisted smile tha, jo koi dekh nahi paaya.

Phir Jolly ne satellite phone Srivalli ke haath mein diya.

Srivalli ka haath kaanp raha tha.
Pehle woh daree...
phir usne phone pakda —
aur uski aankhon se aansu beh gaye.

Phone ke doosre side se Pushpa ki awaaz aayi —
ghamandi nahi, naakad nahi —
bilkul ek paagal aadmi ki tarah jo apne pyaar ki zindagi ke liye lad raha tha.

"Srivalli... Srivalli! Sun rahi ho na?! Main aa raha hoon! Darna mat! Main aa raha hoon tere paas!"

Srivalli apni thartharati awaaz mein boli:

"Pushpa... main theek hoon..."
Aankhon se aansu girte hue.
"Jolly bhai... mujhe bacha ke laaye hain..."

Pushpa ki awaaz bhari hui thi:

"Mujhe maaf kar de, Srivalli... mujhe maa ko bachaana pada... tu meri jaan hai... kuch bhi ho jaye, main tujhe lene aaunga!"

Srivalli ne aankh band kar ke, phone apne seene se laga liya,
jaise usme Pushpa ki aatma ho.

Par jab usne aankh kholi...
to saamne Jolly tha —
uski aankhon mein wohi protective, dangerous nazar.
Aur Srivalli ka dil ek ajeeb sa bhar gaya.

Ek pal ke liye —
woh bhool gayi ki woh kiske saath khadi hai.
Ek pal ke liye —
woh Jolly ke saath khud ko secure mehsoos kar rahi thi.

Ek aisi feeling —
jo kabhi nahi honi chahiye thi.


Achaanak badal phat gaye.
Bijli chamki, zor ki barish shuru ho gayi.
Jungle ki hawa ek pal mein thandi aur tez ho gayi,
aur baarish ke boondon ne har cheez ko bheeg diya.
Jolly aur uske aadmi jaldi se Srivalli ko lekar wapas bungalow ke andar aa gaye.
Satellite phone pe message aaya —
bade nadi ke raste pe bhaari baadh aayi thi,
aur ab road kal subah tak band rahega.
Abhi nikalna... maut ke mooh mein jaane jaisa hota.
Jolly ne turant Pushpa ko call kiya.
Pushpa abhi bhi dusmanon ka peecha kar raha tha.
"Pushpa bhai, suno...
baarish ke wajah se road band ho gaya hai.
Kal subah tak khulne ka chance hai.
Main Srivalli ke saath bungalow mein ruk raha hoon.
Tension mat lena. Safe hai woh."
Pushpa, thoda bechain hokar, bola:
"Theek hai... dekh lena Jolly... Srivalli meri jaan hai.
Usse kuch nahi hona chahiye."
"Meri kasam, bhai."
Jolly ne muskurate hue bola.
Phir phone cut ho gaya.
Baarish aur tez ho gayi thi.
Bijli ki chamak se pura bungalow chamak raha tha.
Jolly ne Srivalli ko ek alag kamre mein le jaakar
purane bed pe bitha diya.
Purana lakdi ka bed tha — thoda purana, thoda sukoon wala.
Usne Srivalli ke gile baal dekhe,
uska bheega hua badan, kapdon ka chipka hua texture —
ek pal ke liye uska dimaag fisal gaya tha.
Par phir usne apna control sambhala.
"Rest karo, Srivalli...
main bahar hoon. Koi dikkat nahi aayegi."
Jolly ne soft tone mein kaha.
Srivalli, ab tak apni thakaan, dar aur confusion ke beech uljhi hui thi,
usne chup-chaap sir hilaya.
Jolly mudkar jaane hi wala tha,
jab Srivalli ki halki si awaaz aayi:
"Thank you, Jolly bhai..."
Jolly ruka.
Aankhon mein halka sa hairani thi.
Srivalli ne aankhen neeche kar ke bola,
murmur jaise:
"Jo kuch bhi hua tha...
jo tumne... jab mujhe blackmail kiya tha...
jab... jab tumne mujhe apne under le liya tha..."
(Uski awaaz kanp rahi thi.)
"Main royi thi...
main dar gayi thi...
par ek pal ke liye...
ek pal ke liye mujhe woh raat...
woh raw taqat... woh junoon...
accha laga tha..."
Srivalli ke gaal lal ho gaye.
Uski aankhon mein sharm aur dard ka ajab sangam tha.
Uske dimaag mein flash hua —
Jolly ka woh kadak badan,
uski kathor, zabardast chaal,
aur woh raw sensation...
jab usne use bina kisi rok-tok ke chhod diya tha apne neeche.
Woh raat —
jab usne apne andar kuch paap bhara,
magar us paap mein ek ajeeb si khushi bhi mehsoos ki thi.
Aaj —
jab Jolly usse sach mein bachane aaya,
jab sabse mushkil waqt mein sirf woh tha,
tab Srivalli ka mann aur bhi ulajh gaya.
Usne apni aankhen band kar li,
aur apna gala saf karte hue bola:
"Aaj... tumne meri izzat bachayi...
Main... main tumhari ahsaanmand hoon."
Jolly bas chup raha.
Uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si smirk thi —
na jeet ki, na haar ki —
sirf ek possessive haq jaisa.
Usne dheere se Srivalli ke bheege hue baalon ko dekha,
jo uske gaalon se chipak gaye the,
aur kapdon ke neeche se uske curves ka anarth ubhar raha tha.
Par is baar...
Jolly ne kuch nahi kiya.
Bas ek lambi nazar se Srivalli ko dekha,
aur fir palat gaya —
bahar jaakar guard ke sath deewar ke paas khada hone.
Srivalli bed pe akeli padhi thi —
andar ek ajeeb si garmi,
ek ajeeb sa dard,
aur ek ajeeb si sukoon ka mila-jula toofan tha.
Baarish ki boonden purane bungalow ki chhath pe baj rahi thi...
aur Srivalli apni aankhon se chhat ko dekhte hue
sirf ek hi naam soch rahi thi:
"Pushpa..."
Aur saath hi...
dil ke kisi kone mein ek naya naam bhi daba daba sa goonj raha tha:
"Jolly..."

Baarish ab thodi dheemi pad gayi thi.
Jolly building ke bahar aaya,
apne aadmiyon ke dead bodies ke beech khada hua tha —
unka khoon zameen pe gaddhe banake bahta ja raha tha.
Par Jolly ke chehre pe koi afsos nahi tha.
Uski aankhon mein sirf ek cheez thi —
jeet.
Usne apne gile kapde sambhalte hue,
apne zakhmi haath se ek cigarette nikaali,
aur ek gehra kash liya.
Sab kuch uski planning ka hissa tha.
Ye "rival gang" jo Srivalli aur Pushpa ki maa ko kidnap karne aayi thi —
ye sab uske apne aadmi the.
Usne khud plan banaya tha —
Srivalli ko darana, todna,
aur apne aashray mein lana.
Sab kuch ek perfect natak tha —
Jabardasti ka hero banna.
Srivalli ke dil mein Pushpa ke liye shaque ka beej boya,
aur apne liye ek naya "farishta" ka chehra tayaar kiya.
Jolly ke chehre pe ek twisted smile thi.
Halki si khushi aur ganda sa sukoon.
"Srivalli..."
woh dheere se apne aap se bola,
"ab tu mere jaal mein aa chuki hai."
Uska dimaag flash kar gaya —
Srivalli ki bikhri saari,
bheega hua badan,
uske kaanpte haath jab usne gale mein daal ke usey pakda tha,
aur jab uski aankhon mein pehli baar —
darr ke saath ek chhupa hua vishwas chamka tha.
Jolly jaanta tha —
ab sirf thoda aur waqt chahiye.
Sirf thoda aur emotional dhakka,
aur Srivalli apne aap uski ban jaayegi.
Phir woh jo chahega,
jab chahega,
Srivalli uske liye rahegi.
Pushpa?
Jolly ke liye ab woh sirf ek moorkh tha —
jo apne maa ke pyaar mein andha ho kar Srivalli ko apne haath se uske paas chhod gaya.
Jolly ne ek lambi kash liya cigarette ka,
aur apne aap se muskurate hue bola:
"Ab jab tak Pushpa samjhega...
Srivalli meri god mein hogi...
aur main usse har raat...
apni marzi se...
apne tareeke se...
poora mehsoos karunga."
Usne baarish ke boondon mein apna sir upar uthaya —
jaise apne jeet ko salute kar raha ho.
Andar kamre mein Srivalli
bed pe leti, aankhen band kiye,
Pushpa ka intezaar kar rahi thi —
bina jaane ki uske saath sab kuch
ek chhupa hua dushman khel raha tha.
Aur raat ki hawa mein,
ek nayi kahani likhi ja rahi thi —
dhokha, chaah, aur barbaadi ki kahani.



Baarish ab bhi patak patak kar rahi thi.
Bungalow ke purane kamre ke kone mein ek chhoti si mombatti jal rahi thi,
apni halki si roshni mein ek ajeeb sa glow create karti hui —
poora kamra naram naram orange light se bhara hua tha.
Jolly dheere se Srivalli ke kamre mein aaya.
Darwaze ko dheere se band kiya.
Srivalli bed ke kinaare bethi thi.
Ghutan bhari khamoshi thi.
Bahar tufaan tha...
andar ek aur bada tufaan tayar ho raha tha.
Srivalli ne Jolly ki aahat mehsoos ki —
lekin is baar, woh palat kar gusse se nahi dekhi.
Is baar...
uski aankhon mein kuch aur tha.
Koi narmi...
koi kabooliyat...
aur ek chhupa hua sharmila sa invitation.
Kamre ki thandi hawa mein Srivalli ka badan garam lag raha tha.
Uski saari ab bhi bikri hui thi —
pallu dheela, blouse ke upar se ubharte huye curves,
aur bechain sa seene ka uthna-baithna —
jo candle light mein aur bhi jaanleva lag raha tha.
Uske gile, bikre hue baal,
gale aur kandhe pe chipak rahe the,
aur pasine ke halki chamak se uska rang ek alag si chamak raha tha.
Jolly ka gala sukh gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ek pagalpan ki chamak aa gayi.
Woh Srivalli ke seene, uski kamar, uske ubharte hue curves ko aankhon se peene laga.
Uska har ang, har thoda sa dikhta hissa jaise use aur zyada kheench raha tha.
Srivalli ne sab mehsoos kiya.
Uska ghurti nazar ko, uska halke halke tez hota saans ko...
aur fir Srivalli ne kuch kiya jo Jolly ko aur pagal kar gaya.
Woh muskurayi.
Ek chhupi hui, halki si mischievous smile.
Jaise kehti ho:
"Main jaanti hoon tum kya dekh rahe ho...
aur mujhe fark nahi padta..."
Jolly ne ek kadam aage badhaya,
aur ek pal ke liye dono ke beech sirf ek halki si doori reh gayi.
Srivalli ne aankhen jhukayi,
aur apne daaye haath se apna bikra pallu dheere se theek kiya —
lekin aise, jaise zyada chhupane ke bajaye,
aur zyada khud ko expose kar rahi ho.
Uska neckline aur bhi saaf dikhne laga.
Candle ki roshni mein uska skin chamak raha tha —
soft, inviting, aur laalima se bhara hua.
Jolly ke pair jaise zameen mein gad gaye.
Uski aankhon mein ek hi cheez thi ab —
Srivalli.
Poore roop mein.
Poore jazbaat ke saath.
Aur Srivalli?
Uske chehre pe ek ajeeb sa sharm aur taanaav tha —
jaise woh khud apne emotions se lad rahi ho...
par haar rahi ho...
Dono ke beech hawa mein ek aag lag chuki thi.
Aur us aag mein ab sab kuch pighalne wala tha.

Kamre mein sirf candle ki naram si roshni thi,
baarish ke boondein khidkiyon pe patak rahi thi,
aur dono ke beech — ek bhari hui khamoshi.
Jolly dheere dheere Srivalli ke kareeb aaya.
Uske kadam halke, par irade bhari hue the.
Srivalli uske aane ka intezaar kar rahi thi.
Uska saans tez chal raha tha.
Uski aankhen — jisme nafrat ya gussa nahi tha ab —
sirf soft desire tha.
Jolly bed ke paas aaya, uske samne jhuk gaya,
aur aankhon mein aankhon daal ke dheere se bola:
"Tum theek ho na, Srivalli?"
Srivalli ne ek pal ke liye aankhen band ki.
Uska mann lad raha tha —
ek taraf Pushpa ki yaad,
dusri taraf Jolly ki zinda, garam si presence.
Usne aankhen khol ke dheere se kaha:
"Agar tum nahi hote...
to main shayad zinda nahi hoti, Jolly bhai..."
Jolly ne uske haath ko pakad liya —
uska chhota, naram haath apne bade, thode se zakhmi haathon mein.
Srivalli ne apna haath nahi chhuda.
Is baar nahi.
Uske dil mein dard tha.
Gussa tha.
Pushpa ka gussa — ki woh Srivalli ke liye nahi aaya.
Sirf maa ke liye gaya.
Aur Srivalli ko kisi aur ke bharose chhod diya.
Aur saamne tha Jolly —
jo khoon baha kar aaya tha.
Jisne use bachaaya tha.
Jo abhi uski aankhon ke saamne, bas uske liye zinda lag raha tha.
Srivalli ki aankhen bhar aayi.
Usne hichak kar, apne haath se Jolly ke gaal ko chhua —
ek halka sa touch, jaise apne savior ko mehsoos kar rahi ho.
Jolly ne uske is touch ko feel kiya —
aur aankhon mein ek thandi si aag chamak gayi.
Srivalli ne dheere se,
kano mein almost fufkar ke kaha:
"Aaj...
jo tumne mere liye kiya hai...
main... main tumhara shukriya ada karna chahti hoon..."
Uski awaaz mein ek halka sa kampan tha,
par uska irada saaf tha.
Srivalli ne dheere se apna pallu hata diya —
apni marzi se, apni raza se.
Candle light mein uska ubharte curves,
bheega hua blouse,
aur chamakta hua gala jaise Jolly ke liye ek sapna ban gaya tha.
Jolly ne uski aankhon mein dekha —
wahan na majboori thi,
na dar tha —
sirf ek chhupi hui pyaas thi.
Srivalli ne apne dono haath uske gardan ke aas paas lapet liye,
aur apni naram, kapti si awaaz mein kaha:
"Tum mere rakshak ho, Jolly...
aaj raat...
main sirf tumhaari hoon..."
Jolly ka control tutne ke kagar par tha.
Par ab Srivalli ki aankhen usse bula rahi thi —
khud se, apne poore jazbaat ke saath.
Dono ke beech ab koi faasla nahi tha.
Srivalli apni marzi se, apni ichha se,
apne saviour ke gale lag gayi thi.
Aur raat bhar,
baarish ke boondon ke beech,
candle ke kamzor prakash mein,
sirf do dil dhadak rahe the —
ek naye paap, ek naye mohabbat ke bandhan mein bandh gaye.