20-12-2025, 11:25 PM
Panchayat Bhawan ki shanti aur Siyali ki masoomiyat se door, gaon ke doosre kone par ek aisi hulchul shuru ho rahi thi jo poore Bhaypura ka naseeb badalne wali thi. Ab tak humne Bhairavnath ko sabse bada shaitan samjha tha, par asli khiladi toh parde ke peeche tha—Pradhan Ji.
Bhairavnath, jo kal raat sharab ke nashe mein dher tha, aaj subah bilkul hosh mein tha. Uske chehre par halki ghabrahat thi kyunki Pradhan ki safed Jeep uske darwaze par khadi thi. Pradhan ka khaas aadmi, jo kisi maut ke farishte se kam nahi lag raha tha, Bhairavnath ko lekar nikal gaya.
Gaon ke kinare ek bada sa farm-house jaisa mahal tha, jiske charon taraf unchi deewaron par kanteedar taar lage the. Jeep andar ruki. Bhairavnath dabe paon andar dakhil hua.
Andar ek bade se hall mein, ek bhari-bharkam aadmi aaram-kursi par baitha tha, jiske haath mein ek purana shikaari chaku tha jisse woh seb (apple) kaat raha tha. Yeh tha Pradhan Jagat Pratap Singh. Usne abhi tak sar upar nahi uthaya tha, par uski awaaz poore kamre mein goonj rahi thi.
"Bhairav... suna hai kal shahar se koi 'maal' aaya hai Sachiv bankar?" Pradhan ne bina dekhe pucha. Uske bolne ka tarika aisa tha jaise woh kisi insaan ki nahi, kisi shikaar ki baat kar raha ho.
Bhairavnath ne thook nigalte hue kaha, "Ji Pradhan ji... Siyali naam hai uska. Badi bholi aur... aur bahut khubsurat hai."
Pradhan ne chaku ki dhaar ko apni ungli se chhuan. "Bholi hai isliye toh yahan aayi hai. Par suna hai kal raat tumne drunk hokar tamasha kiya? Bhairav, gaon mein hiran tabhi tak rehta hai jab tak use lagta hai ki woh surakshat hai. Agar bhediya pehle hi din dhaarne lagega, toh shikaar bhag jayega."
Pradhan dhire se utha aur Bhairavnath ke paas aaya. Usne Bhairavnath ke kandhe par hath rakha—ek aisa hath jiske peeche kitni hi auraton ki cheekhein dafan thin.
"Mujhe woh ladki chahiye, Bhairav. Par zabardasti se nahi. Use pehle is gaon ke daldal mein utaro. Use majboor karo ki woh khud hamare paas aaye madad mangne. Aur woh Master Raghuvir... uspar nazar rakho. Woh purana chawal hai, kahin woh beech mein na aa jaye."
Pradhan ne ek purani file nikal kar Bhairavnath ko di. "Ye lo. Aaj office mein Siyali se is par sign karwana. Ye gaon ke naye 'development fund' ka kagaz hai. Is ek sign se woh hamare jaal mein phans jayegi."
Bhairavnath file lekar bahar nikla. Uske dimaag mein ab hawas ke saath-saath Pradhan ka darr bhi tha. Woh jaanta tha ki agar Siyali ko Pradhan ne pasand kar liya hai, toh ab us par pehla haq Pradhan ka hoga, par woh us "namkeen badan" ka ek tukda toh apne liye bhi bachakar rakhega.
Bhaypura ka chakrvyuh ab poori tarah se tayyar ho chuka hai. Siyali, jo abhi tak sirf Bhiku aur Bhairavnath ki tharak se bach rahi thi, ab ek aise tufaan ke beech phansne wali hai jiske baare mein usne sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha.
Ek taraf Pradhan ka dimaag hai, jo use kaanooni jaal mein phansa raha hai, aur doosri taraf Jimmy—Pradhan ka bigdail beta aur uske awara doston ki toli, jinke liye aurat sirf ek shart (bet) ka zariya hai.
Bhairavnath, jo kal raat sharab ke nashe mein dher tha, aaj subah bilkul hosh mein tha. Uske chehre par halki ghabrahat thi kyunki Pradhan ki safed Jeep uske darwaze par khadi thi. Pradhan ka khaas aadmi, jo kisi maut ke farishte se kam nahi lag raha tha, Bhairavnath ko lekar nikal gaya.
Gaon ke kinare ek bada sa farm-house jaisa mahal tha, jiske charon taraf unchi deewaron par kanteedar taar lage the. Jeep andar ruki. Bhairavnath dabe paon andar dakhil hua.
Andar ek bade se hall mein, ek bhari-bharkam aadmi aaram-kursi par baitha tha, jiske haath mein ek purana shikaari chaku tha jisse woh seb (apple) kaat raha tha. Yeh tha Pradhan Jagat Pratap Singh. Usne abhi tak sar upar nahi uthaya tha, par uski awaaz poore kamre mein goonj rahi thi.
"Bhairav... suna hai kal shahar se koi 'maal' aaya hai Sachiv bankar?" Pradhan ne bina dekhe pucha. Uske bolne ka tarika aisa tha jaise woh kisi insaan ki nahi, kisi shikaar ki baat kar raha ho.
Bhairavnath ne thook nigalte hue kaha, "Ji Pradhan ji... Siyali naam hai uska. Badi bholi aur... aur bahut khubsurat hai."
Pradhan ne chaku ki dhaar ko apni ungli se chhuan. "Bholi hai isliye toh yahan aayi hai. Par suna hai kal raat tumne drunk hokar tamasha kiya? Bhairav, gaon mein hiran tabhi tak rehta hai jab tak use lagta hai ki woh surakshat hai. Agar bhediya pehle hi din dhaarne lagega, toh shikaar bhag jayega."
Pradhan dhire se utha aur Bhairavnath ke paas aaya. Usne Bhairavnath ke kandhe par hath rakha—ek aisa hath jiske peeche kitni hi auraton ki cheekhein dafan thin.
"Mujhe woh ladki chahiye, Bhairav. Par zabardasti se nahi. Use pehle is gaon ke daldal mein utaro. Use majboor karo ki woh khud hamare paas aaye madad mangne. Aur woh Master Raghuvir... uspar nazar rakho. Woh purana chawal hai, kahin woh beech mein na aa jaye."
Pradhan ne ek purani file nikal kar Bhairavnath ko di. "Ye lo. Aaj office mein Siyali se is par sign karwana. Ye gaon ke naye 'development fund' ka kagaz hai. Is ek sign se woh hamare jaal mein phans jayegi."
Bhairavnath file lekar bahar nikla. Uske dimaag mein ab hawas ke saath-saath Pradhan ka darr bhi tha. Woh jaanta tha ki agar Siyali ko Pradhan ne pasand kar liya hai, toh ab us par pehla haq Pradhan ka hoga, par woh us "namkeen badan" ka ek tukda toh apne liye bhi bachakar rakhega.
Bhaypura ka chakrvyuh ab poori tarah se tayyar ho chuka hai. Siyali, jo abhi tak sirf Bhiku aur Bhairavnath ki tharak se bach rahi thi, ab ek aise tufaan ke beech phansne wali hai jiske baare mein usne sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha.
Ek taraf Pradhan ka dimaag hai, jo use kaanooni jaal mein phansa raha hai, aur doosri taraf Jimmy—Pradhan ka bigdail beta aur uske awara doston ki toli, jinke liye aurat sirf ek shart (bet) ka zariya hai.


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