Yesterday, 07:20 PM
Jaise hi Siyali ne office ke andar kadam rakha, uska dil baith gaya. Bahar se khandar dikhne wali building andar se aur bhi kharab thi. Andar ghanghor andhera tha kyunki light nahi thi aur khidkiyan barson se band thi. Hawa mein silan (dampness) aur purane kagazon ki sadand thi.
"Ye... ye mera office hai?" Siyali ke muh se dheere se nikla. Usne socha tha ki ek saaf-suthra cabin hoga, lekin ye toh kisi kabaad-khane jaisa tha.
Bhairavnath ne mauka dekha aur Masterji ko wahan se hatane ki chaal chali. "Masterji, wo college wali files piche record room mein rakhi hain. Aaiye, main aapko nikalwa deta hoon," Bhairavnath ne bade adab se kaha.
Master Raghuvir na chahte huye bhi Bhairavnath ke sath dusre room ki taraf badh gaye.
Ab main hall mein sirf do log bache the—Siyali aur Bhiku.
Siyali ki nazar kamre ka jayza le rahi thi, tabhi uski aankhein kone mein rakhi ek purani si lakdi ki table par tik gayi. Table toh gandi thi, dhool se bhari hui, lekin uske upar ek cheez chamak rahi thi.
Ek naya-nawela, taaza paint kiya hua lakdi ka Nameplate.
Us par sunhare aksharon (golden letters) mein likha tha: "Gram Sachiv - Sushri Siyali Rajput"
Siyali ki sari narazgi aur mayusi ek pal mein gayab ho gayi. Us gande kamre mein wo nameplate uske liye kisi trophy se kam nahi tha. Ye uski mehnat ka fal tha. Uska seena garv (pride) se chaudda ho gaya. Wo khichi hui us table ke paas gayi aur bade pyaar se us nameplate ko dekhne lagi.
Idhar, Bhiku ke liye maidan saaf tha.
Office mein pankha (fan) nahi chal raha tha aur bhayanak garmi aur umas (humidity) thi. Siyali ko andar aaye thodi der ho chuki thi aur ab garmi apna asar dikha rahi thi.
Uske gore maathe aur gardan par paseene ki nanhi boondein chamakne lagi thi.
Paseene ki wajah se uski salwar-kameez, jo pehle hi uske bhare huye badan par fitting ki thi, ab jagah-jagah se uske sharir se chipakne (clinging) lagi thi.
Bhiku, jo billi ki tarah dabe paon Siyali ke piche aa gaya tha, uski nazar Siyali ki peeth aur side profile par gadi thi.
Bhiku ne dekha ki Siyali nameplate ko niharne mein khoyi hai. Wo himmat karke uske bilkul piche—mushkil se 6 inch ki doori par—aakar khada ho gaya.
Siyali ko zara bhi bhanak (clue) nahi lagi ki koi uske itne kareeb hai.
Bhiku ki gandi nazar Siyali ke gale ki taraf gayi. Siyali ne jo suit pehna tha, uska gala (neckline) chota tha, jisse cleavage saaf nahi dikh raha tha. Bhiku ne apni gardan tedhi karke jhankne ki koshish ki, shayad kuch dikh jaye.
Lekin kapda bhale hi cleavage chupa raha tha, par Siyali ke bade-bade stano ka ubhaar chupa pana namumkin tha.
Paseene ki wajah se kameez wahan thodi chipak gayi thi, jisse uske stano ka gol aakaar saaf pata chal raha tha. Jab Siyali saans leti, toh wo ubhaar Bhiku ke chehre ke samne upar-niche hota.
Bhiku ka dimag sunn pad gaya. Wo pagal sa ho raha tha.
Tabhi hawa ka ek halka sa jhoka aaya (shayad khidki ki darar se).
Siyali ke sharir ki khushbu Bhiku ki naak tak pahunchi. Ye khushbu kisi mehnge perfume ki nahi thi. Ye Siyali ke saste deo ki meethi mehak aur uske jism ke taaze paseene ki namkeen, madak gandh ka mishran (mix) thi.
Ek mard ke liye, ek khubsurat aurat ke paseene ki khushbu se bada nasha koi nahi hota.
Bhiku ne apni aankhein band kar li. Usne ek gehri saans khinchi, Siyali ki gardan ke piche ki hawa ko sunghate huye. "Ufff... kya khushbu hai sali ki..." wo mann hi mann badbadaya.
Wo itna madhosh ho gaya ki wo bhool gaya ki wo kahan hai. Uska hath anjane mein utha aur wo Siyali ki kamar ko chune hi wala tha... wo bas ek inch door tha...
Siyali abhi bhi nameplate par ungli fer rahi thi, garv se muskurate huye, bilkul bekhabar ki uske piche khada shaitan uski khushbu mein doob raha hai.
"Thak.. Thak.."
Achanak piche wale kamre se juto ki awaaz aayi.
Master Raghuvir aur Bhairavnath wapas aa rahe the.
Bhiku ko jaise current laga. Wo bijli ki furti se piche hata aur Siyali se 2-3 kadam door jakar khada ho gaya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Siyali bhi awaaz sunkar palati. Uske chehre par abhi bhi wo nameplate wali khushi thi.
"Dekhiye Masterji," Siyali ne bholepan se nameplate ki taraf ishara kiya, "Mera naam."
Masterji ne muskurate huye sar hilaya, lekin unki nazar Bhiku par gayi jo abhi bhi haanf raha tha aur chori pakde jane ke darr se idhar-udhar dekh raha tha. Masterji ko shaq toh hua ki kuch gadbad hai, lekin unhone kuch kaha nahi.
"Ye... ye mera office hai?" Siyali ke muh se dheere se nikla. Usne socha tha ki ek saaf-suthra cabin hoga, lekin ye toh kisi kabaad-khane jaisa tha.
Bhairavnath ne mauka dekha aur Masterji ko wahan se hatane ki chaal chali. "Masterji, wo college wali files piche record room mein rakhi hain. Aaiye, main aapko nikalwa deta hoon," Bhairavnath ne bade adab se kaha.
Master Raghuvir na chahte huye bhi Bhairavnath ke sath dusre room ki taraf badh gaye.
Ab main hall mein sirf do log bache the—Siyali aur Bhiku.
Siyali ki nazar kamre ka jayza le rahi thi, tabhi uski aankhein kone mein rakhi ek purani si lakdi ki table par tik gayi. Table toh gandi thi, dhool se bhari hui, lekin uske upar ek cheez chamak rahi thi.
Ek naya-nawela, taaza paint kiya hua lakdi ka Nameplate.
Us par sunhare aksharon (golden letters) mein likha tha: "Gram Sachiv - Sushri Siyali Rajput"
Siyali ki sari narazgi aur mayusi ek pal mein gayab ho gayi. Us gande kamre mein wo nameplate uske liye kisi trophy se kam nahi tha. Ye uski mehnat ka fal tha. Uska seena garv (pride) se chaudda ho gaya. Wo khichi hui us table ke paas gayi aur bade pyaar se us nameplate ko dekhne lagi.
Idhar, Bhiku ke liye maidan saaf tha.
Office mein pankha (fan) nahi chal raha tha aur bhayanak garmi aur umas (humidity) thi. Siyali ko andar aaye thodi der ho chuki thi aur ab garmi apna asar dikha rahi thi.
Uske gore maathe aur gardan par paseene ki nanhi boondein chamakne lagi thi.
Paseene ki wajah se uski salwar-kameez, jo pehle hi uske bhare huye badan par fitting ki thi, ab jagah-jagah se uske sharir se chipakne (clinging) lagi thi.
Bhiku, jo billi ki tarah dabe paon Siyali ke piche aa gaya tha, uski nazar Siyali ki peeth aur side profile par gadi thi.
Bhiku ne dekha ki Siyali nameplate ko niharne mein khoyi hai. Wo himmat karke uske bilkul piche—mushkil se 6 inch ki doori par—aakar khada ho gaya.
Siyali ko zara bhi bhanak (clue) nahi lagi ki koi uske itne kareeb hai.
Bhiku ki gandi nazar Siyali ke gale ki taraf gayi. Siyali ne jo suit pehna tha, uska gala (neckline) chota tha, jisse cleavage saaf nahi dikh raha tha. Bhiku ne apni gardan tedhi karke jhankne ki koshish ki, shayad kuch dikh jaye.
Lekin kapda bhale hi cleavage chupa raha tha, par Siyali ke bade-bade stano ka ubhaar chupa pana namumkin tha.
Paseene ki wajah se kameez wahan thodi chipak gayi thi, jisse uske stano ka gol aakaar saaf pata chal raha tha. Jab Siyali saans leti, toh wo ubhaar Bhiku ke chehre ke samne upar-niche hota.
Bhiku ka dimag sunn pad gaya. Wo pagal sa ho raha tha.
Tabhi hawa ka ek halka sa jhoka aaya (shayad khidki ki darar se).
Siyali ke sharir ki khushbu Bhiku ki naak tak pahunchi. Ye khushbu kisi mehnge perfume ki nahi thi. Ye Siyali ke saste deo ki meethi mehak aur uske jism ke taaze paseene ki namkeen, madak gandh ka mishran (mix) thi.
Ek mard ke liye, ek khubsurat aurat ke paseene ki khushbu se bada nasha koi nahi hota.
Bhiku ne apni aankhein band kar li. Usne ek gehri saans khinchi, Siyali ki gardan ke piche ki hawa ko sunghate huye. "Ufff... kya khushbu hai sali ki..." wo mann hi mann badbadaya.
Wo itna madhosh ho gaya ki wo bhool gaya ki wo kahan hai. Uska hath anjane mein utha aur wo Siyali ki kamar ko chune hi wala tha... wo bas ek inch door tha...
Siyali abhi bhi nameplate par ungli fer rahi thi, garv se muskurate huye, bilkul bekhabar ki uske piche khada shaitan uski khushbu mein doob raha hai.
"Thak.. Thak.."
Achanak piche wale kamre se juto ki awaaz aayi.
Master Raghuvir aur Bhairavnath wapas aa rahe the.
Bhiku ko jaise current laga. Wo bijli ki furti se piche hata aur Siyali se 2-3 kadam door jakar khada ho gaya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Siyali bhi awaaz sunkar palati. Uske chehre par abhi bhi wo nameplate wali khushi thi.
"Dekhiye Masterji," Siyali ne bholepan se nameplate ki taraf ishara kiya, "Mera naam."
Masterji ne muskurate huye sar hilaya, lekin unki nazar Bhiku par gayi jo abhi bhi haanf raha tha aur chori pakde jane ke darr se idhar-udhar dekh raha tha. Masterji ko shaq toh hua ki kuch gadbad hai, lekin unhone kuch kaha nahi.
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