07-05-2026, 03:12 PM
Wo vishal aur pushtaini haveli aaj raat roshniyon se aise jagmag kar rahi thi jaise koi sadiyon purana tyohaar manaya ja raha ho. Haveli ki unchi-unchi deewaron par lagi har ek light aise chamak rahi thi maano aasman se sitare zameen par utar aaye hon. Haveli ka ek-ek kona, har ek jharokha aur har ek gumbad itni khoobsurati se sajaya gaya tha ki dekhne wale ki aankhen fati ki fati reh jayein. Bahar mehmaano ki jo chahal-pahal sham se bani hui thi, wo ab dhire-dhire kam ho rahi thi. Shadi ki saari rasmein, saare rivaj aur saari rasme-riwaaj ab poori tarah sampann ho chuki thi. Gaon ke us gehray sannate mein, jahan dur-dur tak sannaata pasra tha, haveli ki wo chamak milo door se hi nazar aa rahi thi, jaise andhere samundar mein koi roshni ka jazeera ho. Dulha aur Dulhan apne naye jeevan ki shuruat karne ke liye apne khaas sajaye gaye kamre mein ja chuke the.
Kamre ke andar ka mahaul bahar ki duniya se bilkul alag aur pur-asrar tha. Siyali Rajput, jo ab is shahi parivaar ki nayi bahu ban chuki thi, bade hi dhime kadmon se kamre mein dakhil hoti hai. Uske nazuk hathon mein chandi ki tray hai jisme doodh ke gilaas rakhe hain. Siyali ko pehli nazar mein dekh kar koi bhi mard ya aurat yahi kahe ki wo sakshat kisi devi ka roop hai—itni sharif, itni sharmili, itni sanskari aur sushil ki uski pavitrata aur uski maasoomiyat uske chehre se saaf jhalakti thi. Uska badan suhagraat ke us bhari aur keemti jode mein poori tarah lipta hua tha, lekin uski sharam-o-haya aur uski jhuki hui palke use duniya ki sabse sundar dulhan bana rahi thi. Wo dhire-dhire, apni payal ki jhankar ko sambhalte huye apne pati ke paas jati hai aur behad sharmate huye, apni nazrein jhukaye, use doodh ka gilaas pesh karti hai.
Uska pati, jo ab tak khamosh tha, doodh ka gilaas apne hath mein leta hai, par use peene ki bajaye bade hi ajeeb tarike se side table par rakh deta hai. Agle hi pal, bina kuch kahe, wo Siyali ko ek zordaar jhatke se apni taraf khinch leta hai. Siyali ki dharkan achanak se itni tez ho jati hai ki use apna dil apne seene mein dhadakta hua saaf sunayi dene lagta hai. Wo ghabra jati hai, par uska pati tezi se uthkar kamre ki baki saari normal lights off kar deta hai. Poora kamra ek pal ke liye andhere mein doobta hai, aur tabhi wo ek khaas laal colour ka bulb on kar deta hai.
Jaise hi wo gehri, khooni laal roshni Siyali ki aankhon par padti hai, uske andar jaise koi purani cheez tootne lagti hai. Wo jaise kisi gehri aur anjaan soch mein doobne lagti hai, uska dimaag dhire-dhire sunn hone lagta hai aur uski chetna dhundhli padne lagti hai. Tabhi uska pati apna mehnga phone nikalta hai aur ek gehri awaaz mein kehta hai, "Siyali, dekho isme... main tumhe kuch dikhana chahta hoon, jo tumne aaj tak nahi dekha hoga."
Siyali pehle toh sharma jati hai. Use apni parvarish aur sanskaron ki wajah se turant ehsas ho jata hai ki wo koi gandi ya ashleel video hai. Siyali itni zyada sharmati hai ki uska gora-chitta chehra ekdum laal tamatar jaisa surkh ho jata hai. Wo dabi awaaz mein mana karti hai, apni nazrein churati hai, lekin uska pati use musalsal force karta hai aur use dekhne ke liye majboor kar deta hai. Siyali na chahte huye bhi, jaise kisi jaadu ke asar mein ho, wo video dekhne lagti hai. Pati ka sabra ab jawab de raha tha, use ab khud par control nahi hota. Wo mobile Siyali ke kaanpte huye hathon mein pakda deta hai aur besabri se kehta hai, "Bas tum ise dekho, main abhi aata hoon," aur wo foran bathroom ki taraf nikal jata hai.
Idhar Siyali... wo ab us video ko aise ektak dekh rahi thi jaise kisi ne us par koi bhayanak sammohan (hypnotism) kar liya ho. Us laal roshni mein Siyali ka roop har beet-te second ke saath nikharta ja raha tha. Wo ab wo sharmili bahu nahi, balki sakshat kaam ki devi lag rahi thi. Us laal roshni ne uske jism ke har utaar-chadaav ko ek nayi dhaar de di thi. Uske bhari boobs jo blouse ko chir kar bahar aane ko betab the, uska gehra aur nirmal cleavage, uski wo patli kamar jo ek lachili tahni jaisi thi, aur uske mote aur sudol nitambh us laal light mein kisi sangmarmar ki tarah chamak rahe the. Uske lambe kaale baal jo uske kandhon par bikhre the, uske laal raseele hoth aur wo gulabi mulayam twacha kisi bhi mard ko pal bhar mein pagal aur deewana kar de.
Udhar bathroom ke band darwaze ke peeche, uska pati ek ajeeb si bechaini mein tha. Uske dimaag mein wasna aur lalach ka ek toofan chal raha tha. Wo apni jeb mein hath dalta hai aur badi hoshiyari se ek choti si puriya nikalta hai. Us puriya ke andar ek chamakdar safed rang ka powder rehta hai, jise dekh kar uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak aa jati hai. Wo bina deri kiye us poore powder ko apne muh mein ulat leta hai. Powder ka swad shayad kadwa ya ajeeb tha, aur wahan bathroom mein peene ke liye paani ya kuch aur majood nahi tha. Uska gala sookhne lagta hai aur wo jaldi se bahar aata hai.
Kamre mein dakhil hote hi wo dekhta hai ki Siyali ab bhi us laal roshni mein khoyi hui hai. Wo Siyali ke paas jata hai aur thodi bhari awaaz mein kehta hai, "Siyali, zara wo doodh ka gilaas dena... mujhe bahut pyaas lagi hai." Lekin Siyali? Wo toh jaise is duniya mein thi hi nahi. Wo us mobile ki screen aur usme chal rahi video mein itni gehri kho gayi thi ki use apne pati ki awaaz tak sunayi nahi de rahi thi. Pati use do-teen baar zor se bulata hai, "Siyali! O Siyali! Sun rahi ho?" Par jab Siyali ki taraf se koi jawab nahi milta aur wo bas us sammohan mein khoyi rehti hai, toh pati jhallakar khud hi table ki taraf badhta hai. Wo wahan rakha hua doodh ka gilaas uthata hai aur bina kuch soche-samjhe, ek hi saans mein pura doodh pii jata hai.
Doodh peete hi pati ke sharir mein ek ajeeb si thandak aur phir turant baad ek bhari-pan mehsoos hone lagta hai. Phir bhi, wo apne kapde ek-ek karke kholne lagta hai aur Siyali ke bilkul kareeb aa jata hai. Wo ektak Siyali ki is adbhut aur naye nikhre huye roop ko nihar raha hota hai, jo laal roshni mein kisi aag ki lapat jaisi lag rahi thi. Wo Siyali ka thanda aur gora chehra apne hathon mein leta hai, use apni taraf modta hai aur use kiss karne hi wala hota hai ki achanak... uska dimaag ghoomne lagta hai. Uska sir lohe jaisa bhari ho jata hai, uske pair ladkhadane lagte hain aur uske sharir ki saari taqat jaise nichod li gayi ho. Uska sharir sath chhod deta hai, aankhen band hone lagti hain aur wo ek bhari awaz ke saath wahin kamre ke thande farsh par dher ho jata hai.
Siyali ko jaise apne pati ke girne ki ya uski halat ki koi parwah hi nahi thi. Uska dimaag ab kisi aur hi lehar par sawar tha. Usne wo phone badi khamoshi se side table par rakh diya. Phir wo dhire-dhire, ek-ek karke apni mehngi jewellery nikalne lagi. Uske hathon ki chudiyan, gale ka haar, aur kaano ke jhumke sab ek-ek karke table par girte gaye. Iske baad usne apna wo bhari dulhan ka lehnga aur saree, jo sadiyon ki parampara ka bojh lag rahe the, unhe apne jism se alag kar diya. Ab wo keval apne laal rang ke blouse aur peticoat mein thi. Usne apne jude ko khola aur apne lambe, kaale baal poore tarah se bikhra diye jo uski kamar tak lehra rahe the.
Uska ye naya roop... kisi ko bhi dehshat aur deewanagi mein daal de! Wo ab ek sharmili dulhan nahi, balki ek kaam-devi lag rahi thi. Gale mein latakta wo lamba mangalsutra jo uske gore jism par kisi nishani ki tarah chamak raha tha, sir ki maang mein bhara wo gehra laal sindur, aur wo badan se chipka laal blouse-peticoat. Blouse itna tang tha ki uske aadhe se zyada chuche upar se saaf bahar dikh rahe the, maano wo us kapde ki qaid se azad hona chahte hon.
Uska peticoat uski kamar par itna neeche bandha tha ki uski gehri nabhi aur poori gori kamar ka ek-ek mod saaf nazar aa raha hai tha. Blouse ka design bilkul backless tha, jisse uski poori nangi gori peeth kisi sangmarmar ki sil jaisi chamak rahi thi. Peticoat itna dheela aur nazuk bandha tha ki lag raha tha ek halka sa jhatka lage toh wo abhi khul kar niche gir jaye. Uske andar usne sirf ek mehangi bra aur wo thong pehna tha—wo thong jise kharidte waqt aur pehente waqt wo sharam se paani-paani ho gayi thi, par ab wahi thong uski is madhoshi ka hissa tha.
Lekin ye Siyali bilkul pehle jaisi Siyali nahi lag rahi thi. Wo is madhoshi mein, us ardhnangi halat mein bina kisi darr ke kamre se bahar nikal jati hai. Aadhi raat ka sannata haveli ke galiron mein pasra hua tha. Shadi ki thakwan ki wajah se zyada tar log geheri neend mein so chuke the. Siyali ek dhun mein, jaise kisi ne us par koi jaadu kar diya ho, bas chali ja rahi thi. Wo upar chhat par jane wali purani sidhiyon par apne nange pair rakhti hai aur dhire-dhire upar pahunch jati hai. Haveli ki chhat bahut hi vishal thi. Siyali seedhe balcony ke kinare jati hai aur thandi raat ki hawa ke jhonke apne nange badan par mehsoos karti hai. Uske lambe baal hawa mein nagn ho kar lehra rahe the aur wo ektak us safed chand ko nihar rahi thi, maano chand usse kuch keh raha ho.
Tabhi achanak... andhere se nikal kar ghar ka purana aur wafadar naukar Bhiku wahan aata hai. Bhiku, jo sadiyon se is haveli ka caretaker tha, nichle hisse ke ek purane quarter mein rehta tha. Aaj shadi ke mauke par usne pehle se hi ganda plan banaya tha kyunki haveli mein kafi mehangi English sharab aayi hui thi. Kahin koi hungama na ho jaye, isliye wo chupke se do-teen botlein uthakar is sunsaan chhat par le aaya tha. Use poora yakeen tha ki is waqt yahan koi nahi hoga. Wo pehle hi do-teen bade ghunt pi chuka tha, jiski wajah se uski aankhon ke samne sab dhundhla dikh raha tha.
Bhiku ne ek lambi saans li, jisme bidi ka dhuwa aur sasti desi daru ki kadwahat ghuli hui thi. Wo chhat ke us andhere kone mein khada tha jahan chandni ki roshni nahi pahunch rahi thi. Uske liye aaj ka din kisi lottery se kam nahi tha. Haveli mein itni rounak thi, itna shor-sharaba tha, lekin uske dil mein sirf ek hi baat chal rahi thi—ki kaise wo is bheed ka fayda uthakar thoda nasha kar sake. Bhiku jldi-jldi upar aaya tha dusre raste se, wo rasta jo naukar-chakaron ke liye banaya gaya tha aur jo sidha chhat ke pichle hisse mein khulta tha.
Chhat par pahunchte hi, bina kisi darr ke, wo ek kone mein baith gaya aur ek hi saans mein poori English botal gatak gaya. "Aare yaar, kuch jum nahi raha," wo nashe mein badbadaya. Uska gale mein jalan ho rahi thi, par uski pyaas abhi bujhi nahi thi. Phir usne apni gandi aur phati hui pant ki jeb se ek desi daru ki pawa nikala, "Chal, desi toh desi hoti hai, asli maza toh yahi deti hai." Wo use bhi gatak gaya. Ab uske dimaag mein ghantiyaan bajne lagi thin. Use poora nasha hone laga tha, aisa nasha jo insaan ko janwar bana deta hai.
Bhiku mann hi mann gandi baatein budbudane lagta hai. Uska dimaag un saari auraton ki tasveeron se bhar gaya tha jo aaj shadi mein aayi thin. "Uff saali... shadi mein kya ek se ek maal aayi thi, maza aa gaya. Uff... unki chuchi ka size... kaash koi ek mil jati." Wo nashe mein itna pagal ho chuka tha ki use apne hosh tak nahi the. Wo bolte-bolte khud se hi baatein karne laga, "Arey yaar, malikin ki taraf se jitni ladkiyan thi, ek se ek modern... kya makhan malayi thi. Kaash aaj raat ek mil jati... dabake maze leta bhaiya, kasam se maza aa jata."
Wo apne gande, chipchipe sir par hath marta hai aur ek bhayanak hansi hansta hai, "Ka re Bhiku, ka bolta rehta hai? Tore naseeb mein kahan aisa makhan malayi. Ii sab toh bade malik log hi chakenge. Hum toh bas dekh ke hi thanda ho sakte hain." Phir use apne naye malik ki yaad aati hai. "Ab jaise is chutiya malik ko dekho... kaisa kismat wala hai, kitni gori chand jaisi biwi mili hai use. Sala, main toh shakal bhi thik se nahi dekh paya... par jitna dekha, uff... kya hi dikhti hogi wo. Ka naam tha uska... haaan... Suyali? Na na... Siyahi? Arey haan, Siyali madam! Hehe..." Wo apne peele, sade huye daant dikhakar andhere mein akela hi hansne lagta hai.
Bhiku ne apni jeb se ek sasti bidi nikali aur gande lighter se use jalakar peene laga. Dhuye ke badal uske chehre ke samne ud rahe the. Garmi aur nashe ki wajah se usne apni shirt nikal kar ek kone mein fek di thi. Wo upar se bilkul nanga tha, uska kala rang andhere mein aur bhi bhayanak lag raha tha. Uske jism se gande suar jaisi mehak aa rahi thi, pasine aur purani gandagi ki ek aisi boo jo kisi ko bhi ulti karwa de. Wo waqai bahut ganda mehak raha ha tha.
Tabhi achanak, us sannaate mein use halki chudiyo ki khan-khanahat sunayi di. Bhiku ke kaan khade ho gaye. "Sala... ii kaun hai? Hey bhagwan, upar koi hai ka?"
Wo nashe mein dhut tha, darr ke maare peeche hatne ki bajaye, wo dussahas karke aage badhne laga. Uske pair ladkhada rahe the, par uski aankhen us aawaz ka peecha kar rahi thin. Aur tab... tab uski nazar padti hai ek behad youvan se bharpur, ardhnangi aurat par. Shuruat mein use kuch saaf nazar nahi aata, bas chand ki madham roshni mein use dikhta hai ki koi balcony ki railing par tek lagaye, thoda aage ki taraf jhuki hui khadi hai.
Peeche se uski bhari aur sudol gaand uthi hui thi, jo peticoat ke patle kapde mein bhi apni maujoodgi darsh rahi thi. Chandni ki roshni seedhe uski nangi gori peeth par pad rahi thi, jo kisi chamchamate huye makhan jaisi lag rahi thi. Bhiku ke muh mein laal tapakne lagi. Uska nasha jaise ek dum se badh gaya. "Kon hai ye? Koi mem hai kya jo shadi mein aayi thi? Dekhta hoon..."
Kamre ke andar ka mahaul bahar ki duniya se bilkul alag aur pur-asrar tha. Siyali Rajput, jo ab is shahi parivaar ki nayi bahu ban chuki thi, bade hi dhime kadmon se kamre mein dakhil hoti hai. Uske nazuk hathon mein chandi ki tray hai jisme doodh ke gilaas rakhe hain. Siyali ko pehli nazar mein dekh kar koi bhi mard ya aurat yahi kahe ki wo sakshat kisi devi ka roop hai—itni sharif, itni sharmili, itni sanskari aur sushil ki uski pavitrata aur uski maasoomiyat uske chehre se saaf jhalakti thi. Uska badan suhagraat ke us bhari aur keemti jode mein poori tarah lipta hua tha, lekin uski sharam-o-haya aur uski jhuki hui palke use duniya ki sabse sundar dulhan bana rahi thi. Wo dhire-dhire, apni payal ki jhankar ko sambhalte huye apne pati ke paas jati hai aur behad sharmate huye, apni nazrein jhukaye, use doodh ka gilaas pesh karti hai.
Uska pati, jo ab tak khamosh tha, doodh ka gilaas apne hath mein leta hai, par use peene ki bajaye bade hi ajeeb tarike se side table par rakh deta hai. Agle hi pal, bina kuch kahe, wo Siyali ko ek zordaar jhatke se apni taraf khinch leta hai. Siyali ki dharkan achanak se itni tez ho jati hai ki use apna dil apne seene mein dhadakta hua saaf sunayi dene lagta hai. Wo ghabra jati hai, par uska pati tezi se uthkar kamre ki baki saari normal lights off kar deta hai. Poora kamra ek pal ke liye andhere mein doobta hai, aur tabhi wo ek khaas laal colour ka bulb on kar deta hai.
Jaise hi wo gehri, khooni laal roshni Siyali ki aankhon par padti hai, uske andar jaise koi purani cheez tootne lagti hai. Wo jaise kisi gehri aur anjaan soch mein doobne lagti hai, uska dimaag dhire-dhire sunn hone lagta hai aur uski chetna dhundhli padne lagti hai. Tabhi uska pati apna mehnga phone nikalta hai aur ek gehri awaaz mein kehta hai, "Siyali, dekho isme... main tumhe kuch dikhana chahta hoon, jo tumne aaj tak nahi dekha hoga."
Siyali pehle toh sharma jati hai. Use apni parvarish aur sanskaron ki wajah se turant ehsas ho jata hai ki wo koi gandi ya ashleel video hai. Siyali itni zyada sharmati hai ki uska gora-chitta chehra ekdum laal tamatar jaisa surkh ho jata hai. Wo dabi awaaz mein mana karti hai, apni nazrein churati hai, lekin uska pati use musalsal force karta hai aur use dekhne ke liye majboor kar deta hai. Siyali na chahte huye bhi, jaise kisi jaadu ke asar mein ho, wo video dekhne lagti hai. Pati ka sabra ab jawab de raha tha, use ab khud par control nahi hota. Wo mobile Siyali ke kaanpte huye hathon mein pakda deta hai aur besabri se kehta hai, "Bas tum ise dekho, main abhi aata hoon," aur wo foran bathroom ki taraf nikal jata hai.
Idhar Siyali... wo ab us video ko aise ektak dekh rahi thi jaise kisi ne us par koi bhayanak sammohan (hypnotism) kar liya ho. Us laal roshni mein Siyali ka roop har beet-te second ke saath nikharta ja raha tha. Wo ab wo sharmili bahu nahi, balki sakshat kaam ki devi lag rahi thi. Us laal roshni ne uske jism ke har utaar-chadaav ko ek nayi dhaar de di thi. Uske bhari boobs jo blouse ko chir kar bahar aane ko betab the, uska gehra aur nirmal cleavage, uski wo patli kamar jo ek lachili tahni jaisi thi, aur uske mote aur sudol nitambh us laal light mein kisi sangmarmar ki tarah chamak rahe the. Uske lambe kaale baal jo uske kandhon par bikhre the, uske laal raseele hoth aur wo gulabi mulayam twacha kisi bhi mard ko pal bhar mein pagal aur deewana kar de.
Udhar bathroom ke band darwaze ke peeche, uska pati ek ajeeb si bechaini mein tha. Uske dimaag mein wasna aur lalach ka ek toofan chal raha tha. Wo apni jeb mein hath dalta hai aur badi hoshiyari se ek choti si puriya nikalta hai. Us puriya ke andar ek chamakdar safed rang ka powder rehta hai, jise dekh kar uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak aa jati hai. Wo bina deri kiye us poore powder ko apne muh mein ulat leta hai. Powder ka swad shayad kadwa ya ajeeb tha, aur wahan bathroom mein peene ke liye paani ya kuch aur majood nahi tha. Uska gala sookhne lagta hai aur wo jaldi se bahar aata hai.
Kamre mein dakhil hote hi wo dekhta hai ki Siyali ab bhi us laal roshni mein khoyi hui hai. Wo Siyali ke paas jata hai aur thodi bhari awaaz mein kehta hai, "Siyali, zara wo doodh ka gilaas dena... mujhe bahut pyaas lagi hai." Lekin Siyali? Wo toh jaise is duniya mein thi hi nahi. Wo us mobile ki screen aur usme chal rahi video mein itni gehri kho gayi thi ki use apne pati ki awaaz tak sunayi nahi de rahi thi. Pati use do-teen baar zor se bulata hai, "Siyali! O Siyali! Sun rahi ho?" Par jab Siyali ki taraf se koi jawab nahi milta aur wo bas us sammohan mein khoyi rehti hai, toh pati jhallakar khud hi table ki taraf badhta hai. Wo wahan rakha hua doodh ka gilaas uthata hai aur bina kuch soche-samjhe, ek hi saans mein pura doodh pii jata hai.
Doodh peete hi pati ke sharir mein ek ajeeb si thandak aur phir turant baad ek bhari-pan mehsoos hone lagta hai. Phir bhi, wo apne kapde ek-ek karke kholne lagta hai aur Siyali ke bilkul kareeb aa jata hai. Wo ektak Siyali ki is adbhut aur naye nikhre huye roop ko nihar raha hota hai, jo laal roshni mein kisi aag ki lapat jaisi lag rahi thi. Wo Siyali ka thanda aur gora chehra apne hathon mein leta hai, use apni taraf modta hai aur use kiss karne hi wala hota hai ki achanak... uska dimaag ghoomne lagta hai. Uska sir lohe jaisa bhari ho jata hai, uske pair ladkhadane lagte hain aur uske sharir ki saari taqat jaise nichod li gayi ho. Uska sharir sath chhod deta hai, aankhen band hone lagti hain aur wo ek bhari awaz ke saath wahin kamre ke thande farsh par dher ho jata hai.
Siyali ko jaise apne pati ke girne ki ya uski halat ki koi parwah hi nahi thi. Uska dimaag ab kisi aur hi lehar par sawar tha. Usne wo phone badi khamoshi se side table par rakh diya. Phir wo dhire-dhire, ek-ek karke apni mehngi jewellery nikalne lagi. Uske hathon ki chudiyan, gale ka haar, aur kaano ke jhumke sab ek-ek karke table par girte gaye. Iske baad usne apna wo bhari dulhan ka lehnga aur saree, jo sadiyon ki parampara ka bojh lag rahe the, unhe apne jism se alag kar diya. Ab wo keval apne laal rang ke blouse aur peticoat mein thi. Usne apne jude ko khola aur apne lambe, kaale baal poore tarah se bikhra diye jo uski kamar tak lehra rahe the.
Uska ye naya roop... kisi ko bhi dehshat aur deewanagi mein daal de! Wo ab ek sharmili dulhan nahi, balki ek kaam-devi lag rahi thi. Gale mein latakta wo lamba mangalsutra jo uske gore jism par kisi nishani ki tarah chamak raha tha, sir ki maang mein bhara wo gehra laal sindur, aur wo badan se chipka laal blouse-peticoat. Blouse itna tang tha ki uske aadhe se zyada chuche upar se saaf bahar dikh rahe the, maano wo us kapde ki qaid se azad hona chahte hon.
Uska peticoat uski kamar par itna neeche bandha tha ki uski gehri nabhi aur poori gori kamar ka ek-ek mod saaf nazar aa raha hai tha. Blouse ka design bilkul backless tha, jisse uski poori nangi gori peeth kisi sangmarmar ki sil jaisi chamak rahi thi. Peticoat itna dheela aur nazuk bandha tha ki lag raha tha ek halka sa jhatka lage toh wo abhi khul kar niche gir jaye. Uske andar usne sirf ek mehangi bra aur wo thong pehna tha—wo thong jise kharidte waqt aur pehente waqt wo sharam se paani-paani ho gayi thi, par ab wahi thong uski is madhoshi ka hissa tha.
Lekin ye Siyali bilkul pehle jaisi Siyali nahi lag rahi thi. Wo is madhoshi mein, us ardhnangi halat mein bina kisi darr ke kamre se bahar nikal jati hai. Aadhi raat ka sannata haveli ke galiron mein pasra hua tha. Shadi ki thakwan ki wajah se zyada tar log geheri neend mein so chuke the. Siyali ek dhun mein, jaise kisi ne us par koi jaadu kar diya ho, bas chali ja rahi thi. Wo upar chhat par jane wali purani sidhiyon par apne nange pair rakhti hai aur dhire-dhire upar pahunch jati hai. Haveli ki chhat bahut hi vishal thi. Siyali seedhe balcony ke kinare jati hai aur thandi raat ki hawa ke jhonke apne nange badan par mehsoos karti hai. Uske lambe baal hawa mein nagn ho kar lehra rahe the aur wo ektak us safed chand ko nihar rahi thi, maano chand usse kuch keh raha ho.
Tabhi achanak... andhere se nikal kar ghar ka purana aur wafadar naukar Bhiku wahan aata hai. Bhiku, jo sadiyon se is haveli ka caretaker tha, nichle hisse ke ek purane quarter mein rehta tha. Aaj shadi ke mauke par usne pehle se hi ganda plan banaya tha kyunki haveli mein kafi mehangi English sharab aayi hui thi. Kahin koi hungama na ho jaye, isliye wo chupke se do-teen botlein uthakar is sunsaan chhat par le aaya tha. Use poora yakeen tha ki is waqt yahan koi nahi hoga. Wo pehle hi do-teen bade ghunt pi chuka tha, jiski wajah se uski aankhon ke samne sab dhundhla dikh raha tha.
Bhiku ne ek lambi saans li, jisme bidi ka dhuwa aur sasti desi daru ki kadwahat ghuli hui thi. Wo chhat ke us andhere kone mein khada tha jahan chandni ki roshni nahi pahunch rahi thi. Uske liye aaj ka din kisi lottery se kam nahi tha. Haveli mein itni rounak thi, itna shor-sharaba tha, lekin uske dil mein sirf ek hi baat chal rahi thi—ki kaise wo is bheed ka fayda uthakar thoda nasha kar sake. Bhiku jldi-jldi upar aaya tha dusre raste se, wo rasta jo naukar-chakaron ke liye banaya gaya tha aur jo sidha chhat ke pichle hisse mein khulta tha.
Chhat par pahunchte hi, bina kisi darr ke, wo ek kone mein baith gaya aur ek hi saans mein poori English botal gatak gaya. "Aare yaar, kuch jum nahi raha," wo nashe mein badbadaya. Uska gale mein jalan ho rahi thi, par uski pyaas abhi bujhi nahi thi. Phir usne apni gandi aur phati hui pant ki jeb se ek desi daru ki pawa nikala, "Chal, desi toh desi hoti hai, asli maza toh yahi deti hai." Wo use bhi gatak gaya. Ab uske dimaag mein ghantiyaan bajne lagi thin. Use poora nasha hone laga tha, aisa nasha jo insaan ko janwar bana deta hai.
Bhiku mann hi mann gandi baatein budbudane lagta hai. Uska dimaag un saari auraton ki tasveeron se bhar gaya tha jo aaj shadi mein aayi thin. "Uff saali... shadi mein kya ek se ek maal aayi thi, maza aa gaya. Uff... unki chuchi ka size... kaash koi ek mil jati." Wo nashe mein itna pagal ho chuka tha ki use apne hosh tak nahi the. Wo bolte-bolte khud se hi baatein karne laga, "Arey yaar, malikin ki taraf se jitni ladkiyan thi, ek se ek modern... kya makhan malayi thi. Kaash aaj raat ek mil jati... dabake maze leta bhaiya, kasam se maza aa jata."
Wo apne gande, chipchipe sir par hath marta hai aur ek bhayanak hansi hansta hai, "Ka re Bhiku, ka bolta rehta hai? Tore naseeb mein kahan aisa makhan malayi. Ii sab toh bade malik log hi chakenge. Hum toh bas dekh ke hi thanda ho sakte hain." Phir use apne naye malik ki yaad aati hai. "Ab jaise is chutiya malik ko dekho... kaisa kismat wala hai, kitni gori chand jaisi biwi mili hai use. Sala, main toh shakal bhi thik se nahi dekh paya... par jitna dekha, uff... kya hi dikhti hogi wo. Ka naam tha uska... haaan... Suyali? Na na... Siyahi? Arey haan, Siyali madam! Hehe..." Wo apne peele, sade huye daant dikhakar andhere mein akela hi hansne lagta hai.
Bhiku ne apni jeb se ek sasti bidi nikali aur gande lighter se use jalakar peene laga. Dhuye ke badal uske chehre ke samne ud rahe the. Garmi aur nashe ki wajah se usne apni shirt nikal kar ek kone mein fek di thi. Wo upar se bilkul nanga tha, uska kala rang andhere mein aur bhi bhayanak lag raha tha. Uske jism se gande suar jaisi mehak aa rahi thi, pasine aur purani gandagi ki ek aisi boo jo kisi ko bhi ulti karwa de. Wo waqai bahut ganda mehak raha ha tha.
Tabhi achanak, us sannaate mein use halki chudiyo ki khan-khanahat sunayi di. Bhiku ke kaan khade ho gaye. "Sala... ii kaun hai? Hey bhagwan, upar koi hai ka?"
Wo nashe mein dhut tha, darr ke maare peeche hatne ki bajaye, wo dussahas karke aage badhne laga. Uske pair ladkhada rahe the, par uski aankhen us aawaz ka peecha kar rahi thin. Aur tab... tab uski nazar padti hai ek behad youvan se bharpur, ardhnangi aurat par. Shuruat mein use kuch saaf nazar nahi aata, bas chand ki madham roshni mein use dikhta hai ki koi balcony ki railing par tek lagaye, thoda aage ki taraf jhuki hui khadi hai.
Peeche se uski bhari aur sudol gaand uthi hui thi, jo peticoat ke patle kapde mein bhi apni maujoodgi darsh rahi thi. Chandni ki roshni seedhe uski nangi gori peeth par pad rahi thi, jo kisi chamchamate huye makhan jaisi lag rahi thi. Bhiku ke muh mein laal tapakne lagi. Uska nasha jaise ek dum se badh gaya. "Kon hai ye? Koi mem hai kya jo shadi mein aayi thi? Dekhta hoon..."
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