Adultery Siyali Rajput: Ek Phool, Kaante Hazaar

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Abhi Siyali us conductor ki gandi nazron aur "Bhaypura" ki darawni haqeeqat se ubar bhi nahi paayi thi, ki udhar gaon ke andar shaitani dimagon mein halchal shuru ho chuki thi.

Dophar ka samay tha. Suraj aag ugal raha tha aur garm hawa (loo) ke thapede chal rahe the. Panchayat Bhavan ke bahar, ek purane neem ke ped ki thodi si chhaon mein ek khatiya bichi hui thi. Us khatiya par baithe the Bhaypura ke do khaufnaak chehre—Up-Pradhan Bhairavnath aur uska chamcha sahayak Bhiku.

Bhiku ke haath mein ek sasta sa Chinese smartphone tha, jiski screen tooti hui thi, lekin uska dhyan screen ki dararon par nahi, balki us par dikh rahi tasveer par tha. Darasal, kuch hi der pehle Block Office ke group se use nayi sachiv ki details WhatsApp par mili thin.

Lekin Bhiku ko sarkari jaankari se kya lena-dena? Wah toh bas mobile ki screen ko ghoore ja raha tha, jaise koi khazana mil gaya ho.

"Ka dekh raha hai be itni der se?" Bhairavnath ne apni bhaari aur darawni awaaz mein puchha. Uski koyle jaisi kaali twacha pasine se chamak rahi thi.

Bhiku ne apni laar nigalte hue mobile Bhairavnath ki taraf badhaya, "Sarkar... zara ee dekhiye. Ee hai hamari nayi Madam. Sachiv ji."

Bhairavnath ne pehle toh bemann se mobile ki taraf dekha, lekin jaise hi uski nazar screen par padi, wah sann reh gaya.

Wah Siyali ki ek sadharan si passport size photo thi, jo usne sarkari dastavezon ke liye di thi. Photo mein Siyali ne koi makeup nahi kiya tha, chehre par sirf saadgi thi. Lekin us chhoti si, dhundhli screen wali photo mein bhi Siyali ki doodh jaisi safed rangat chhip nahi rahi thi.

Bhairavnath, jiska poora sharir koyle jaisa kaala aur kathor tha, Siyali ki us makhmali, rui ke faahe jaisi gori twacha ko dekhkar mantramugdh ho gaya. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si jalan paida hui—ek aisi jalan jo khubsurti ko dekhkar nahi, balki use nasht karne ki chahat se paida hoti hai.

"Badi gori hai..." Bhairavnath ke munh se nikla. Awaaz mein taareef nahi, bhookh thi.

Usne photo ko zoom kiya. Siyali ki badi-badi masoom aankhein, gulaab ki pankhudi jaise honth aur wah bedaag chehra. Bhairavnath ka dil zor se dhadka, lekin pyaar se nahi, balki khaalis vaasna (Lust) aur havas se.

Usne apni kaali, moti jeebh apne sookhe honthon par pheri. Uske munh mein paani bhar aaya tha, jise wah baar-baar nigal raha tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise koi aadamkhor jaanwar apne saamne pade taaje maans ko dekh raha ho aur soch raha ho ki ise kaise noch kar khaya jaaye. Uski aankhon mein ek aisi chamak thi jo kisi bhi aurat ki rooh kampa de.

"Ee toh shahar ki malai hai Bhiku..." Bhairavnath ne apne honthon ko chaat-te hue, apni raal tapkate hue kaha, "Badi naazuk hai. Bhaypura ki garmi bardasht kar payegi ee?" Aur phir dono zor se hans pade. Unki hansi mein ek ganda ishara tha—ki we use 'bardasht' karne hi nahi denge.

Udhar Bus Stand par...

Is sab se bilkul bekhabar, masoom Siyali bus se neeche utar chuki thi.

Bus use utaarkar dhool udati hui aage nikal gayi. Ab wahan sirf sannata tha. Door-door tak sadak ekdam khaali aur veeran thi. Na koi rickshaw, na koi gaadi, na koi insaan. Charon taraf sirf jhaadiyan aur khet the.

Tabhi, ek tez thandi hawa ka jhonka aaya. Us jhonke ne Siyali ke sharir ko jhakjhor kar rakh diya.

Hawa ne Siyali ke lambe, kaale aur ghane baalon ko uske chehre par bikher diya. Usne apni laton ko hatane ki koshish ki. Hawa ke dabav se uski halke aasmani rang ki salwar-kameez, jo usne jaanbujhkar thodi dheeli (Loose) pehni thi taaki safar mein aaram rahe, uske sharir se chipak gayi.

Us dheele kapde ke chipakte hi Siyali ka gatha hua yauvan, uski patli kamar aur bhare hue badan ka aakaar (Figure) ubhar kar saamne aa gaya. Wah wahan akeli khadi, apni khubsurti mein lipti hui, kisi apsara jaisi lag rahi thi jo galti se rakshason ki nagari mein utar aayi ho.

Uski nazar saamne ek jang khaye hue lohe ke board par padi. Board tedha laga hua tha aur us par laal paint se likha tha: "Gram Panchayat Bhaypura mein aapka hardik swagat hai"

Siyali ne wah board padha aur anjaane mein hi uske gale se thook nigalne ki awaaz aayi. Swagat ka board tha, lekin use dekhkar aisa laga jaise kisi ne use "Nark ke darwaze" par khada kar diya ho.

Wah apna suitcase pakadkar wahin khadi rahi, yeh sochti hui ki ab aage kahan jaana hai. Use nahi pata tha ki uska swagat karne ke liye koi aa raha hai... aur wah 'swagat' kaisa hoga.



Siyali waha uss sunsan road par khadi thi. Dhoop bahut tez thi aur usse ab thodi ghabrahat hone lagi thi kyunki aas-paas koi insaan nahi dikh raha tha. Usne apna phone check kiya, network bhi bahot kam aa raha tha. "Hey Bhagwan, ye kaisi jagah bhej diya mujhe," wo mann hi mann badbadayi.
Tabhi achanak uss veerane ki shanti bhang hui.
Door se ek tez loud music ki awaaz aane lagi. Koi Bhojpuri gaana full volume mein baj raha tha. Siyali ne uss taraf dekha jaha se dhool ka ek bada gubaar udta hua aa raha tha. Ek modified Open Jeep, jisme bade-bade speakers aur mote tyres lage the, hawa se baatein karti hui aa rahi thi.
Jeep mein 4 ladke baithe the. Driving seat par tha Jimmy, Pradhan Manohar Lal ka bigdail beta. Uske bagal mein uske mawali dost baithe the jo sharab aur cigarette ke nashe mein dhut lag rahe the. Unka huliya hi bata raha tha ki wo gaon ke gunde hain.
Jimmy ki nazar door se hi Siyali par pad gayi thi. Ek akeli ladki, itni khubsurat, dudh jaisa rang, aur wo bhi Bhayapura ke bus stand pe? Jimmy ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi.
Usne turant break maara aur Jeep ko drift karte huye Siyali ke bilkul paas laake roka. Break lagne se jo dhool udi, wo Siyali ke chehre pe aayi aur wo khansne lagi. Usne apne haath se chehra dhaka.
Gaana band hua. Jimmy ne apna kala chashma (sunglasses) neeche kiya aur apni gandi nigaahon se Siyali ko upar se neeche tak scan kiya. Uski nazarein Siyali ke chehre se shuru hokar uski gardan aur phir uski chhati par atak gayi jo dupatta thoda side hone ki wajah se ubhar kar dikh rahi thi.
"Oye hoye...!" Jimmy ke muh se seeti nikli. "Bhayapura mein aaj chand kahan se nikal aaya din mein?"
Uske dost peeche se hooting karne lage aur gandi hansi hasne lage. "Bhai, lagta hai aaj toh kismat khul gayi," peeche baithe ek dost ne comment mara.
Siyali dar gayi. Uska dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Wo samajh gayi ki ye ladke acche nahi hain. Usne apna dupatta kas ke pakad liya aur apne seene ko acche se dhakne ki koshish ki, aur do kadam piche hat gayi.
Jimmy Jeep se niche utra. Wo dikhne mein lamba-chauda tha, mehngi shirt ke upar ke 3 button khule the jisme se uski chain dikh rahi thi. Wo chhati faila ke Siyali ke samne jaake khada ho gaya, itna paas ki Siyali ko uske jism se aati sharab ki badboo aa rahi thi.
"Daro mat madam," Jimmy ne ek chipchipi smile ke sath kaha, jisme sharafat kam aur tharak jyada thi. "Hum yahan ke shareef log hain. Pradhan ji ke bete hain hum. Jimmy naam hai mera. Lagta hai nayi ho yahan? Kahan jana hai? Aao hum chhod dete hain."
Siyali ne dabi hui awaaz mein bina uski aankhon mein dekhe kaha, "Ji nahi... main auto le lungi. Mujhe Panchayat Bhawan jana hai."
Jimmy aur uske dost zor se hase.
"Auto?" Jimmy ne haste huye kaha aur ek kadam aur aage badhaya, jisse Siyali aur sehem gayi. "Madam, ye Delhi-Mumbai nahi hai. Ye Bhayapura hai. Yahan auto nahi, Jimmy ki jeep chalti hai. Aur waise bhi..."
Jimmy ne apni nazar Siyali ke gore gaalo par tikate huye kaha, "Itni dhoop hai, agar paidal jaogi toh ye makhmali rang kala pad jayega... aur hum nahi chahte itni sundar cheez kharab ho jaye. Chalo baitho, hum Panchayat Bhawan hi ja rahe hain."
Jimmy ka tone request karne wala nahi, balki order dene wala tha. Siyali akeli thi aur char gunde uske samne khade the. Wo buri tarah fans chuki thi.