Adultery Siyali Rajput: Ek Phool, Kaante Hazaar

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Shahar ki ek shant colony ke ek madhyamvargiya ghar mein subah ki dhoop khidki se andar jhank rahi thi. Ghar ka mahaul roz jaisa hi samanya tha, lekin Siyali Rajput ke mann mein aaj ajeeb si bechaini thi. Usne Gram Panchayat Sachiv (Secretary) ki pariksha di thi aur aaj result ya posting ki khabar aane ki ummeed thi.

Siyali abhi puja karke uthi hi thi ki bahar gate par cycle ki ghanti baji aur ek awaaz aayi— "Dakiya! Registry hai."

Siyali nange pair hi daudte hue bahar gayi. Uske dil ki dhadkanein tez thin. Khaki vardi wale dakiya kaka ne ek bhure rang ka sarkari lifafa uski or badhaya. Siyali ke haath kaanp rahe the. Usne lifafa thaam liya, jis par bade-bade aksharon mein uska naam likha tha— Sushri Siyali Rajput.

Usne kaanpte haathon se lifafa khola. Andar uska "Niyukti Patra" (Appointment Letter) tha. Uski aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Usne zor se awaaz lagayi— "Maa! Papa! Meri naukri lag gayi! Chitthi aa gayi!"

Rasoi se haath ponchte hue uski maa aur baramde se chashma sambhalte hue uske pita, Raghavendra Singh, daudte hue aaye.

"Sach mein bitiya?" Maa ki aankhon mein khushi ke aansu aa gaye. Unhone turant Siyali ko gale laga liya. "Meri laado ab afsar ban gayi hai."

Poore ghar mein jashn ka mahaul ho gaya. Pita ka seena garv se chauda ho gaya tha. Aakhirkar, unki beti ne sarkari naukri paa li thi. Padosiyon ko mithai khilane ki baat hone lagi. Siyali ka chehra khilkhila raha tha, wah behad khubsurat lag rahi thi. Uski saadgi aur uski khushi ne uski sundarta mein chaar chand laga diye the. Wah bilkul waisi lag rahi thi jaise koi komal phool, jise duniya ki kathor dhoop ka koi andaza na ho.

Lekin yeh khushi tab thodi tham gayi, jab pita ne "Niyukti Patra" (Joining Letter) ko dhyan se padhna shuru kiya.

"Posting kahan mili hai beta?" Pita ne chashma theek karte hue puchha.

Siyali ne patra mein likhi jagah par ungli rakhi. "Zila... Block... aur Gram Panchayat... Bhaypura."

Pita ki zubaan par yeh naam aate hi ek ajeeb sa sannata chha gaya. Raghavendra ji ke maathe par lakeerein ubhar aayin. Unhone naam ko dobara dohraya— "Bhaypura?"

"Yeh kaisa naam hai beta?" Maa ne chintit hokar puchha, "Sunne mein hi kitna ajeeb aur darawna lag raha hai. Aur yeh jagah toh yahan se bahut door hai. Nakshe mein bhi dhoondhna mushkil hoga."

Pita ne patra ko table par rakha aur gambhir ho gaye. "Siyali, beta naukri toh bahut achhi hai, lekin posting... gaon dehat ka mamla hai. Aur naam se hi yeh jagah theek nahi lag rahi. Tum itni komal ho, shahar mein pali-badhi ho. Wahan ke reet-riwaj, wahan ke log... tum wahan akele kaise rahogi?"

Maa ka dil bhi baith gaya. "Haan ji, yeh toh maine socha hi nahi. Meri phool si bachhi, jise maine kabhi akele bazaar tak nahi bheja, wo us beehad gaon mein naukri karegi? Nahi-nahi, hum transfer ki arzi daal dete hain."

Siyali ne dekha ki uske mata-pita khush hone ke bajaye ab dar rahe hain. Usne apni masumiyat bhari muskaan ke saath pita ka haath thaam liya.

"Oh ho Papa, aap bhi na! Naam mein kya rakha hai?" Siyali ne chahakte hue kaha, "Ho sakta hai purane zamane ka naam ho. Aur phir, gaon ke log toh bahut seedhe aur achhe hote hain. Main wahan sachiv bankar ja rahi hoon, sarkar ki taraf se. Meri suraksha ki zimmedari sarkar ki hai. Aap bekaar mein chinta kar rahe hain."

Siyali ko kya pata tha ki uske pita ki chhati indri (Sixth Sense) jo chetavani de rahi thi, wah kitni sahi thi. Wah apni jeet aur naye safar ke utsah mein itni khoi thi ki use 'Bhaypura' shabd ke peeche chhipa andhera dikhai nahi diya.

Bahut samjhane ke baad, mata-pita bhaari mann se maan gaye. Unhein apni beti ki kabiliyat par bharosa tha, lekin us anjaan gaon ke naam ne unke dil mein ek kaanta sa chubho diya tha.

Shaam ko jab Siyali apna suitcase pack kar rahi thi, toh usne aaine mein khud ko dekha. Ek nayi chamak, ek nayi ummeed. Usne socha, "Meri zindagi ab badalne wali hai."

Wah sahi thi. Uski zindagi badalne wali thi... lekin waise nahi, jaisa usne socha tha.

Shaam dhal chuki thi aur Siyali ke kamre mein kapdon aur kitabon ka dher laga tha. Tabhi darwaze par ek jaani-pehchani khatkhatane ki awaaz hui aur bina jawab ka intezaar kiye ek ladki aandhi ki tarah kamre mein dakhil hui.

Yeh Kajal thi. Siyali ki iklauti aur sabse khaas saheli.

"Oh My God! Toh khabar sach hai? Hamari Siyali Madam ab sarkari afsar ban gayi hain!" Kajal ne aate hi Siyali ko peeche se zor se gale laga liya.

Siyali, jo suitcase mein apni saariyan jama rahi thi, muskura di. "Haan baba, sach hai. Bas abhi packing hi kar rahi thi."

Kajal ne bed par bikhre saaman ko hataya aur wahin pair modkar baith gayi. Uski nazar Siyali ke chehre par thi, jo khushi se jyada nervous lag raha tha. Mahaul ko halka karne ke liye Kajal ne apni shararti muskaan bikheri. Wah swabhav se bahut chulbuli thi, Siyali se ekdam ulat.

"Waise posting kahan mili hai? Koi bada shahar ya..." Kajal ne puchha.

"Nahi, ek gaon hai... Bhaypura," Siyali ne dheere se kaha.

Naam sunkar Kajal ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. "Arre wah! Gaon? Matlab ekdam DDLJ wali feeling? Sarson ke khet, khuli hawa... aur suna hai gaon ke ladke bade hatte-katte aur majboot (Strong) hote hain. Wo shahar ke gym wale ladkon ki tarah nahi, ekdam desi ghee khane wale gabru jawan!"

Siyali ka chehra yeh sunte hi sharm se laal ho gaya. Uske gaal ekdam tamatar jaise dahak uthe. Usne turant paas pada ek takiya uthaya aur Kajal ko de maara.

"Chup kar! Kuch bhi bolti hai tu," Siyali ne apni nazrein jhuka lin, "Tujhe pata hai na mujhe ye sab baatein pasand nahi hain."

Kajal zor se hansi, "Arre, isme sharmane wali kya baat hai? Tu ab bachhi nahi rahi Siyali, 23 saal ki hai. college aur college mein toh tune kitabon se kabhi sir nahi uthaya. Ladkon ki taraf dekha tak nahi. Ab shayad us gaon mein koi aisa mil jaaye jo is patthar dil ko pighla de. Kya pata koi raees zamindar ka beta ya koi handsome munda tere intezaar mein ho?"

Siyali ne banawati gusse se use ghoora, "Kajal, bas kar. Main wahan kaam karne ja rahi hoon, in faltu chakkaron mein nahi."

Siyali sach mein bahut bholi thi. College ke dinon mein jab dusri ladkiyan boyfriends aur dating ki baatein karti thin, Siyali sirf apni padhai aur career par dhyan deti thi. Ladkon se baat karna toh door, unki maujoodgi mein bhi wah asahaj ho jaati thi.

Thodi der hansi-mazaak ke baad, kamre mein shanti chha gayi. Siyali ne packing karna band kar diya aur bed ke kinare baith gayi. Uska chehra utar gaya tha.

"Kya hua?" Kajal ne uski udasi bhaanp li.

Siyali ne ek gehri saans li aur apni dost ka haath pakad liya. "Kajal, sach kahoon? Mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai."

"Darr? Kis baat ka?"

"Maine mummy-papa ke saamne toh badi himmat dikha di taaki wo pareshan na hon," Siyali ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi, "Lekin andar se main bahut ghabrayi hui hoon. Bhaypura... naam hi kitna ajeeb hai. Aur main? Maine aaj tak akele bus mein safar tak nahi kiya, aur ab seedhe ek anjaan gaon mein rahungi? Wo bhi bilkul akeli? Wahan ka mahaul kaisa hoga? Log kaise honge?"

Uski aankhon mein nami aa gayi. "Mera mann kar raha hai ki main na jaaun. Chhod doon ye naukri."

Kajal ne turant Siyali ke kandhe pakde aur use jhakjhora. "Pagal ho gayi hai kya? Itni mushkil se sarkari naukri mili hai aur tu darr ke maare chhod degi?"

"Lekin Kajal..."

"Lekin-vekin kuch nahi," Kajal ne use samjhaya, "Dekh Siyali, ye hi toh umar hai kuch naya karne ki. Ise museebat mat samajh, ise ek adventure samajh. Tu ab chhoti bachhi nahi hai, tu ek afsar hai. Mujhe poora bharosa hai tu sab sambhal legi. Aur rahi baat akelepan ki, toh wahan jakar tu itni busy ho jayegi ki tujhe darne ka time hi nahi milega."

Kajal ki baaton ne Siyali ko thodi himmat di.

"Tu sach keh rahi hai na? Main kar lungi?" Siyali ne masumiyat se puchha.

"Sau pratishat!" Kajal ne use gale lagaya, "Ja aur duniya ko dikha de ki Siyali Rajput kya cheez hai. Bas... un gaon ke hatte-katte ladkon se thoda bachkar rehna, kahin sach mein koi dil na chura le!"

Siyali phir se sharma gayi aur muskura di. Use kya pata tha ki Kajal ka mazaak aur uska khud ka darr, dono hi aane wale bhavishya ki ek dhundhli jhalak the. Gaon ke ladke "majboot" toh the, lekin waise nahi jaisa Kajal soch rahi thi... aur Siyali ko "sambhalna" utna aasan nahi hone wala tha.

"Madam! O Madam ji! Utarna nahin ka?"

Ek karkash aur bhaari awaaz ne Siyali ke kaanon mein goonjte Kajal ki hansi ke suron ko tod diya.

Siyali ko ek zor-daar jhatka laga. Usne hadbada kar apni aankhein kholin. Use ek pal ke liye samajh hi nahi aaya ki wah kahan hai. Abhi toh wah apne kamre mein Kajal ke saath hansi-mazaak kar rahi thi, lekin haqeeqat yeh thi ki wah Uttar Pradesh Parivahan ki us khatara bus ki gaddi par baithi thi, jo ab ruk chuki thi. Bus ka engine band tha, lekin garmi aur umas ne use gher rakha tha. Wah pichle 6 ghanton se safar kar rahi thi aur thakan ke maare uski aankh lag gayi thi. Wah sab toh bas ek yaad thi, jo sapne mein chal rahi thi.

Siyali ne apni neend se bhaari palkon ko poori tarah khola aur saamne dekha.

Saamne bus ka conductor khada tha. Siyali ki nazar jaise hi uske chehre par padi, wah andar tak sihar uthi. Wah aadmi behad badsurat tha. Paan aur gutkhe se range hue sade daant, chehre par chechak ke gehre daag aur honthon ke kinare se tapakti laal peek. Uski aankhein laal aur nasheeli lag rahi thin.

Lekin Siyali ko jis baat ne sabse jyada daraya, wah uska chehra nahi, balki uski nazar thi.

Conductor ki nazrein Siyali ke chehre par nahi thin. Uski laalchi aankhein Siyali ke gale aur chhati ke us hisse par gadi hui thin, jo anjaane mein beparda ho gaya tha.

Siyali ne hadbada kar neeche dekha. Safar ki thakan aur neend mein use pata hi nahi chala ki kab uske baayein kandhe se uska dupatta sarak kar neeche gir gaya tha.

Usne aaj ek halke aasmani rang ki salwar-kameez pehni thi. Kapda waise toh sadharan sooti tha aur saleeke se sila hua tha, bilkul bhi ashleel nahi. Lekin Siyali ka sharir hi kuch aisa tha—bhara hua aur gatha hua—ki sadharan kapde bhi uske yauvan ko poori tarah chhipa nahi paate the. Kameez ki fitting ne uske ubharon aur sharir ke ghumavon (Curves) ko badi khubsurti se jakad rakha tha.

Dupatta hatne ki wajah se uska doodh jaisa gora gala aur chhati ka oopri hissa saaf chamak raha tha. Bus ki us dhool aur gandagi ke beech uski damakti hui twacha kisi poornima ke chand jaisi lag rahi thi. Is dehati ilake mein, jahan dhoop mein jhulsi twacha wale log hi dikhte the, Siyali ki yeh makhmali rangat kisi ajoobe se kam nahi thi.

Conductor ki nazrein kisi bhookhe bhediye ki tarah Siyali ke us khule hisse ko chaat rahi thin. Aisa lag raha tha jaise wah apni aankhon se hi uske kapde utaar raha ho.

Siyali ko apni galti ka ehsaas hote hi sharm aur ghabrahat ne gher liya. Uska chehra sharm se laal ho gaya. Usne bijli ki phurti se apna dupatta uthaya aur apne seene ko dhak liya. Usne apne aap ko sikod liya, jaise apni khubsurti ko us badsurat aadmi ki nazron se bachana chahti ho.

Conductor ne jab dekha ki "nazaara" dhak gaya hai, toh uske chehre par ek kutil muskaan tair gayi. Usne apni jeebh apne hothon par pheri, jo Siyali ke liye behad ghinauna drishya tha.

Usne khaini ko thookte hue ek ajeeb si hansi ke saath kaha, "Ka Madam ji... neend bahut gehri le rahi thin. Sapna dekh rahi thin ka?"

Uski awaaz mein jo 'Double Meaning' arth chhipa tha, wah Siyali ko samajh aa gaya. Siyali ne koi jawab nahi diya, bas apna bag kaskar pakad liya.

Conductor bus ke darwaze ki taraf muda aur lohe ke dande ko peette hue zor se chillaya, "Utar jao... aa gaya Bhaypura!"

Siyali ke dil ki dhadkan ruk si gayi. Wah naam, jiska use darr tha, ab uske saamne haqeeqat bankar khada tha. Wah apni seat se uthi, apne kapdon ko theek kiya aur kaanpte pairon se bus ke darwaze ki or badhi. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki conductor abhi bhi peeche se use hi ghoor raha hai, uski chaal ko, uski kamar ko.

Yeh Bhaypura mein uska pehla anubhav tha—aur wah bus se utri bhi nahi thi.

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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.

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Jimmy ne Siyali ka bag zabardasti pakad liya tha aur wo use kheench kar apni Jeep ki taraf le jane hi wala tha. Siyali ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the, wo gidgida rahi thi, "Chhodiye mujhe... please jane dijiye."

Lekin Jimmy ke chehre par ek shaitani hansi thi. "Are baitho toh sahi madam, hum koi kidnapper thodi hain," wo uski kalayi pakadne hi ja raha tha ki tabhi...

"Ruko!"

Ek bhari aur damdar awaaz ne Jimmy aur uske doston ko chaunka diya.

Sadak par ek purani lekin chamchamati Bullet bike aakar ruki. Bike par ek shakhs baitha tha jise dekhte hi Jimmy ke doston ne apni hansi rok li.

Ye gaon ke Master Raghuvir Singh the.

Umar karib 40-45 saal, lekin sharir aisa ki jawan ladke bhi sharma jayein. Masterji roj subah vyayam (exercise) karte the, isliye unka badan ekdum gathila aur kasrat kiya hua tha. Unhone safed rang ka kurta-pajama pehna tha, lekin unki chaudi chhati aur majboot baazu kurte ke andar se saaf mehsoos ho rahe the. Chehre par halki dadhi aur aankhon mein ek alag sa roub (authority) tha. Gaon mein sab unki izzat karte the kyunki wo purane khayalat ke lekin asuulon wale aadmi maane jate the.

Raghuvir ne bike ka stand lagaya aur gusse mein Jimmy ki taraf badhe.

"Kya ho raha hai yahan Jimmy?" Raghuvir ki awaaz mein ek thasak thi. "Ek akeli ladki ko pareshan karte sharam nahi aati tumhe?"

Jimmy, jo abhi tak sher bana ghoom raha tha, Masterji ko dekhte hi thoda sehem gaya. Gaon mein Pradhan ke baad agar kisi ki chalti thi toh wo Master Raghuvir the. Jimmy janta tha ki Masterji se panga lena abhi sahi nahi hoga, kyunki gaon ke buzurg inke saath khade ho jayenge.

Jimmy ne turant apna lehja badal liya aur ek jhoothi muskurahat chehre par laaya. "Arey Masterji, aap galat samajh rahe hain. Hum toh bas madam ki madad kar rahe the. Nayi hain gaon mein, toh socha lift de dein."

Raghuvir ne Jimmy ko ek tikhi nazar se dekha, jaise keh rahe hon ki 'Main tumhari nas-nas se waakif hoon'.

"Apni madad apni pocket mein rakho," Raghuvir ne sakhti se kaha. "Main hoon yahan. Main chhod dunga inhe Panchayat Bhawan. Tum log niklo yahan se. Abhi!"

Jimmy ne daant peeste huye Siyali ko ek aakhri baar ghoora, jaise keh raha ho ki 'Bach gayi aaj, lekin roz nahi bachegi'. Phir usne apne doston ko ishara kiya, "Chalo be."

Jeep wahan se tezi se nikal gayi, dhool udati hui.

Siyali abhi bhi wahi khadi thi, kaanp rahi thi. Raghuvir ne uski taraf muda. Siyali ne pehli baar unhe dhyan se dekha. Is sunsaan aur darawne mahaul mein, Raghuvir use kisi farishte (angel) se kam nahi lag rahe the. Unka wo majboot vyaktitva (personality) aur surakshit ehsaas Siyali ke dil ko thoda sukoon de gaya.

"Dariye mat beti," Raghuvir ki awaaz ab naram thi. "Wo ladke bigde huye hain, par ab wo chale gaye hain. Aap nayi Sachiv ji hain na? Maine suna tha aaj joining hai."

Siyali ne apne aansu ponche aur dheere se sar hilaya. "Ji... Siyali Rajput."

Raghuvir ne ek bhari saans li. Unki nazar ek pal ke liye Siyali ke bikhre baalon aur uske paseene se bhige chehre par gayi. Siyali ki khubsurati ne ek pal ke liye Masterji jaise sanyami aadmi ko bhi hairan kar diya tha, lekin unhone turant apni nazrein neeche kar li.

"Mera naam Raghuvir hai, main yahan college mein adhyapak hoon," unhone kaha. "Yahan bus stand par akele khade rehna thik nahi. Aiye, main aapko Panchayat Bhawan tak chhod deta hoon. Meri bike par baith jayiye."

Siyali ke paas aur koi rasta nahi tha. Waise bhi Masterji use ek bhale aur zimmedar insaan lag rahe the.

"Ji shukriya," Siyali ne kaha aur apna bhari suitcase uthane lagi.

Raghuvir ne aage badhkar suitcase uske hath se le liya. Jab unka haath Siyali ke komal haath se touch hua, toh Siyali ko ek halka sa current mehsoos hua—shayad Masterji ki sakht hatheliyon ki wajah se.

Siyali Bullet ke piche baith gayi. Raghuvir ne kick maari aur bike start ki. Jaise hi bike chali, Siyali ko apna santulan banane ke liye Raghuvir ke kandhe par haath rakhna pada.

Us majboot mard ke kandhe ka sparsh aur Bullet ki vibration... Siyali ke liye ye ek naya aur ajib sa anubhav tha. Use abhi pata nahi tha ki wo jis "rakshak" ke sath ja rahi hai, wo use us Panchayat Bhawan le ja raha hai jahan asli bhediye (Bhairavnath aur Bhiku) uska intezar kar rahe hain.

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Bullet ki "Dug-Dug-Dug" ki awaaz sunsan raste par goonj rahi thi. Raghuvir bike chala rahe the aur Siyali piche baithi thi, bilkul khamosh.

Raste bhar Siyali ke muh se ek shabd nahi nikla. Wo abhi bhi sadme (shock) mein thi. Uske dimag mein baar-baar wahi manjar ghoom raha tha—Jimmy ka wo ganda tarika, uski badbudar saansein, aur wo sunsan sadak. Agar Masterji waqt par na aate, toh aaj na jane uske sath kya anhoni ho jati. Ye soch kar hi Siyali ki rooh kaanp gayi aur usne anjane mein bike ki seat ko aur kas ke pakad liya.

Lekin musibat sirf Jimmy nahi tha, rasta bhi tha.

Bhayapura ki sadak sadak kam aur gaddho ka maidan jyada thi. Masterji bhale hi sambhal kar chala rahe the, lekin Bullet ke shockers bhi itne gehre gaddho ko jhel nahi pa rahe the.

Har thodi doori par bike ek zor ka jhatka (jerk) leti.

"Ahh..." Siyali ke muh se dheemi si siski nikal gayi jab bike ek bade gaddhe mein gir kar ubhri.

In jhatkon ki wajah se Siyali ka komal sharir buri tarah hil raha tha. Usne sharam ke maare apna suitcase aur handbag apne aur Masterji ki peeth ke beech mein adjust kar rakha tha.

Jhatka lagte hi Siyali ka shareer aage ki taraf fekata, lekin wo suitcase ek diwar bankar use Masterji ki peeth se chipakne se rok leta.

Siyali ka chehra sharam se laal ho gaya. Usne mann hi mann socha, "Hey Bhagwan, shukr hai ye suitcase beech mein hai... agar ye na hota, toh in dhakkon ki wajah se main sidha Masterji ki peeth se..."

Ye khayal aate hi uske kaan garam ho gaye. Wo ek sanskari ladki thi, kisi paraye mard ke itne kareeb hona, bhale hi majboori mein ho, uske liye bahut badi baat thi. Har jhatke ke sath uski chhati suitcase se dabti, aur use apni saansein bhari lagne lagti.

Tabhi mahaul badla. Gaon shuru ho gaya.

Jaise hi bike ne gaon ki basti mein entry li, nazara badal gaya. Kacchi sadkein, gobar se lipe ghar, aur jagah-jagah baithe huye aadmi.

Chaupal par, chai ki tapri par, aur khet ki medo par baithe mardon ne jab Bullet ki awaaz suni, toh sabki gardan ghum gayi.

Lekin unki nazrein Masterji par nahi, piche baithi Siyali par thi.

Is banjar, dhool se bhare gaon mein, Siyali kisi khile huye gulab ki tarah lag rahi thi. Uski udti hui chunni, hawa se bikhre baal, aur dhoop se chamakta gora rang.

Gaon ke mardon ke liye ye koi aam nazara nahi tha. Unhone aaj tak aisi khubsurat ladki sirf filmon mein dekhi thi.

Ek buddha aadmi hukka peete huye ruk gaya. Kuch jawan ladke jo taash khel rahe the, unke hath se patte gir gaye. Sabki aankhon mein ek hi sawal tha—"Ye apsara kaun hai? Aur Masterji ke sath kahan ja rahi hai?"

Siyali ko unki nigahein apne shareer par chubhne lagi. Wo ghoorti aankhein, wo gande ishare... Siyali ne apna sar neeche jhuka liya aur khud ko aur sikud liya (shrank). Use aisa lag raha tha jaise wo kisi chidiya-ghar (zoo) mein aa gayi ho jahan wo koi numalish ki cheez hai.

Aakhirkar, bike ek purani lekin pakki imarat ke samne ruki.

"Panchayat Bhawan."

Masterji ne bike roki aur piche mudkar kaha, "Lijiye Madam, hum pahunch gaye."

Siyali ne rahat ki saans li aur jaldi se bike se utari. Usne apne kapde thik kiye aur apna suitcase hath mein liya.

Lekin jaise hi usne samne dekha, uske pair wahi jam gaye.

Panchayat Office ke baramde mein, khhatiya (cot) par do log baithe the.

Ek taraf Bhiku, jo muh phade Siyali ko aise dekh raha tha jaise koi bhoot dekh liya ho. Aur dusri taraf, kaale rang ka, bhari shareer wala Bhairavnath (Up-Pradhan).

Bhairavnath ne jaise hi Siyali ko bike se utarte dekha, wo dhire se apni khatiya se khada ho gaya. Uski aankhein Siyali ke chehre se hat hi nahi rahi thi. Photo mein jo dekha tha, samne wo usse hazar guna jyada sundar thi.

Siyali ne Bhairavnath ki aankhon mein wahi bhookh dekhi jo usne conductor aur Jimmy ki aankhon mein dekhi thi... lekin isme kuch aur bhi tha—taqat aur krrurta (cruelty).

Master Raghuvir bhi bike se utar gaye aur unhone Siyali ke bagal mein khade hokar Bhairavnath ko ek sakht nazar se dekha.

Tension hawa mein saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi.

[Pvzro]

Bahut he Badiya,mast story hai

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Bhairavnath apni khatiya se uth khada hua. Usne apna kurta thik kiya aur dheere-dhire seedhiyon se utar kar Siyali ki taraf badhne laga. Uske piche-piche Bhiku bhi aa gaya, jiski nazrein Siyali ke sharir se hat hi nahi rahi thi.

Siyali wahan khadi thi, sarr jhukaye huye. Wo bechari bilkul anjaan thi ki kyun ye log use aise ghoor rahe hain.

Asal mein, Siyali ne apni puri zindagi kitabo (books) ke beech guzar di thi. college se college aur college se competition ki tayari. Usne kabhi sheeshe mein khud ko us nazar se dekha hi nahi tha jis nazar se duniya use dekhti thi.

Use khabar hi nahi thi ki jawani ki dahleej par kadam rakhte hi uska yovan kis hadd tak nikhar gaya tha.

Bhayapura ki dhoop mein khadi Siyali kisi apsara se kam nahi lag rahi thi.

Uski aankhein kisi gehri jheel jesi thi, jisme koi bhi doob jaye. Palkein ghani aur lambi. Uske gaal itne komal aur gulabi the jaise kisi bacche ki skin ho, jinpar sharam ki laali aate hi wo aur bhi madhosh kar dete the. Uske hoth... ohh, wo hoth natural gulabi aur itne rasile the ki dekhne wale ko pyaas lag jaye. Aisa lagta tha jaise wo kisi phool ki pankhudiyan hon.

Lekin jo cheez mardon ko sabse jyada pagal kar rahi thi, wo tha uska bhara-pura badan.

Bhale hi Siyali ne loose kapde pehne the, lekin wo kapde uske bade-bade stano (breasts) ko chupa nahi pa rahe the. Uski chhati ka ubhar itna jyada tha ki kameez ka kapda wahan se kas gaya tha. Saans lene par jab uska seena upar-neeche hota, toh dekhne walon ki dhadkanein ruk jati thi.

Uski kamar patli aur surahidaar thi, jo niche jaakar uske bade aur gol nitambhon (round buttocks) mein badal jati thi. Uske nitambh itne soft aur heavy the ki chalte waqt salwar mein unki movement saaf pata chalti thi. Uski jaanghein (thighs) bhari huyi aur makhan jaisi mulayam thi.

Siyali ka pura sharir ek kacchi kali ki tarah tha jo ab phool ban chuka tha—ek aisa phool jise todne ke liye Bhairavnath jese bhawre (beetles) betaab the.

Bhairavnath ab Siyali ke bilkul kareeb aa chuka tha. Uske sharir se pasine aur tambaku ki badbu aa rahi thi, jisse Siyali ne apni naak sikud li.

Bhairavnath ne ek gehri saans li, jaise wo Siyali ki khushbu ko apne andar bharna chahta ho.

"Namaste, Madam Ji," Bhairavnath ki awaaz mein ek ajib si mithaas aur bharipan tha. "Hum yahan ke Up-Pradhan hain, Bhairavnath. Aur ye hamara sahayak, Bhiku."

Siyali ne thoda ghabrate huye apne dono hath jod kar namaste karna chaha. "Ji... Namaste. Mera naam Siyali Rajput hai."

Lekin Bhairavnath ne moka nahi gawaya. Usne apna kala, khurdura aur bada sa hath aage bada diya.

"Are Madam, aap afsar hain, hath jod kar nahi, hath mila kar swagat kariye," Bhairavnath ne kutil muskaan ke sath kaha.

Siyali thodi hichkichayi (hesitated). Gaon ke hisab se ye thoda ajib tha, lekin wo protocol todna nahi chahti thi. Wo toh bas apni job shuru karne aayi thi.

Dheere se, darte-darte, Siyali ne apna gora, komal aur nazuk sa hath aage badhaya.

Jaise hi Siyali ki hatheli Bhairavnath ke hath mein gayi, Bhairavnath ne use turant jakad liya.

Siyali ka hath makkhan jaisa naram tha, aur Bhairavnath ka hath kisi pathar jaisa sakht.

Bhairavnath ne Siyali ke hath ko sirf pakda nahi, balki apni ungliyon se uski hatheli ko halke se dabaya. Usne Siyali ke hath ko choda nahi, balki hilate huye kuch seconds tak thame rakha.

Siyali ko ek jhatka laga. Ye normal handshake nahi tha. Use mehsoos hua ki Bhairavnath ka angutha (thumb) uski hatheli ke piche sahla (rub) raha hai.

Siyali ke pure sharir mein ek current daud gaya—dar ka aur ek ajib si ghin ka.

Usne Bhairavnath ki aankhon mein dekha. Bhairavnath uski aankhon mein nahi, balki uske hilte huye hothon aur seene ko dekh raha tha.

Siyali ne apna hath khinchne ki koshish ki. "J-Ji... dhanyawad," wo haklayi.

Lekin Bhairavnath ne ek pal ke liye pakad dhili nahi ki. Wo us komal sparsh ka maza le raha tha. Wo chahta tha ki Siyali ye mehsoos kare ki wo kiski giraft (grip) mein hai.

Kareeb 5 second tak hath pakad kar rakhne ke baad, jab Master Raghuvir ne halka sa khans kar "Hmm" kiya, tab jakar Bhairavnath ne dhire se Siyali ka hath choda.

Siyali ne turant apna hath piche kiya aur use apne dupatta se dhak liya, jaise us hath par kuch ganda lag gaya ho. Uski heartbeat bahut tez ho gayi thi. Use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki ye aadmi itna creepy kyu hai.

Bhairavnath ne apni moochon par hath fera aur Masterji ki taraf dekh kar bola, "Masterji, aapka shukriya jo aap madam ko sahi salamat le aaye. Ab aage ki 'sewa' hum dekh lenge."

'Sewa' shabd usne jis tarah bola, usse Masterji ko bhi khatra mehsoos hua.

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Panchayat Bhawan ke baramde mein khade hokar Bhiku ne mahual ko sambhala. Master Raghuvir wahan se jane hi wale the, lekin unhe college ke fund ke kuch purane kagaj check karne the jo Panchayat office mein hi rakhe the.

Bhairavnath ki toh iccha thi ki Masterji turant chale jayein taki wo Siyali ke sath "akele" mein baat kar sake, lekin Bhiku ne dimag lagaya.

"Arey Masterji," Bhiku ne apni battisi dikhate huye kaha, "Aap kahe pareshan hotey hain? Aap andar baithiye, Up-Pradhan ji aapko wo purani files dikha denge. Aur Madam ji..."

Bhiku Siyali ki taraf muda aur apni gandi hansi ke sath bola, "Aaiye, hum aapki 'joining' karwa dete hain. Hum hi yahan ke sahayak hain, humara kaam hi hai Madam ki 'sewa' karna aur unhe 'fit' karna."

Siyali ko Bhiku ki baaton mein chupa double meaning samajh nahi aaya. Wo bas itna samjhi ki ye official formalities ki baat kar raha hai.

"Ji thik hai," Siyali ne kaha.

Bhiku ne kaha, "Bag yahin bench pe chhod dijiye, andar jagah kam hai. Pehle sign-wign kar lijiye, fir piche wala kamra dikha denge jahan aapko rehna hai."

Siyali ne apna bhari suitcase aur handbag wahin lakdi ki bench par rakh diya. Sab log andar office ki taraf mudne hi wale the ki achanak Siyali ruki.

"Arre haan!" Siyali ko yaad aaya. "Mera Joining Letter aur ID proof toh bag ki chain wali pocket mein hi reh gaya."

Wo bechari bholi ladki, bina soche samjhe wapas bench ki taraf mudi.

Bag bench par rakha tha, jo thoda neeche tha. Us zip ko kholne aur documents nikalne ke liye Siyali ko jhukna (bend) pada.

Aur yahin wo galti kar baithi jiska use andaaza bhi nahi tha.

Jaise hi Siyali aage ki taraf jhuki, uski loose salwar piche se tight ho gayi. Uski kamar ka curve gehra ho gaya aur uske bade, gol aur bhare huye nitambh (hips) hawa mein upar ki taraf uth gaye.

Kyunki Siyali ka badan gadraya hua aur bhara-pura tha, jhukne ki wajah se uski gaand (buttocks) ka aakaar ekdum spasht (clear) ho gaya. Salwar ka kapda uske nitambhon ki golayi mein fass gaya tha, jisse wo aur bhi bade aur matke jaise gol dikh rahe the.

Piche khade teeno mardon—Bhairavnath, Bhiku aur Master Raghuvir—ke liye ye nazara kisi high-voltage jhatke jaisa tha.

Bhiku ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. Wo Siyali ke thik piche khada tha. Uski nazar sidhe Siyali ki tight hoti salwar aur uske ubhre huye pichwade par thi. Uski saansein atak gayi. Uske muh se anjane mein ek halki si siski nikal gayi— "Uffff... kya maal hai...!"

Bhiku ke muh mein paani aa gaya tha. Wo kalpna (imagine) karne laga ki kaisa lagega agar wo in gol-gol pahadon ko apne hathon se dabaye.

Bhairavnath toh jaise pathar ka ho gaya tha. Wo Up-Pradhan tha, usne gaon ki kai auraton ko dekha tha, lekin Siyali jesa kamsin aur bhara hua jism usne aajtak nahi dekha tha. Uski gandi nigahein Siyali ke piche ke hisse ko aise ghoor rahi thi jaise wo bina hath lagaye hi use mahsoos kar raha ho. Uski jeebh (tongue) uske hothon par phirne lagi.

Aur Master Raghuvir... wo ek shareef aadmi the, lekin wo bhi mard the. Unki nazar anayas (unintentionally) hi wahan chali gayi. Siyali ka wo appealing pose dekhkar ek pal ke liye unki bhi niyat डोल gayi, lekin unhone turant khud ko sambhala. Unhone dekha ki Bhiku aur Bhairavnath kaise darindo ki tarah Siyali ko ghoor rahe hain. Unhe gussa bhi aaya aur sharam bhi.

Tabhi Siyali ko apna document mil gaya.

"Mil gaya!" Siyali khushi se badbadayi.

Uske komal aur gulabi hothon par ek pyari si muskan (smile) aa gayi. Wo usi masumiyat ke sath palati (turned around).

Lekin palatte hi uski muskan gayab ho gayi.

Usne dekha ki teeno mard—Bhiku, Bhairavnath aur yahan tak ki Masterji bhi—usse ek ajib si nazar se dekh rahe the. Bhiku aur Bhairavnath ki aankhon mein wo bhookh thi jo chhipaye nahi chip rahi thi.

Siyali ka dil dhak-dhak karne laga. "Ye log... mujhe aise kyun dekh rahe hain?" Wo samjh nahi payi ki unhone abhi kya nazara dekha hai. Wo dar gayi aur usne jaldi se apne dupatta se khud ko cover kiya.

Mahaul ko awkward hota dekh Masterji ne jhut-mut ka khans kar baat badli. "Chaliye... der ho rahi hai."

Siyali ne sar jhuka liya aur tezi se office ke darwaze ki taraf badhi.

Office ka darwaza khula tha, lekin andar andhera aur dhool thi. Ye koi sarkari daftar kam aur koi purani, bhutiya haveli jyada lag raha tha. Deewaron par paan ki peek ke nishaan the, furniture par dhool ki moti parat thi aur kono mein makdi ke jaale (cobwebs) lage the. Saaf-safai ka namo-nishaan nahi tha.

Siyali darwaze ki dahleej (threshold) par ruki.

Wo ek nihayati sanskari ladki thi. Uske mata-pita ne use sikhaya tha ki Karm-bhumi (workplace) mandir ke saman hoti hai. Bhale hi ye jagah gandi thi, lekin ye uski pehli naukri thi, uski rozi-roti ki jagah.

Siyali ne badi shradha se apna right hand niche kiya, dahleej ki mitti ko chua, aur phir use apni aankhon aur mathe se lagaya.

"Hey Ishwar, meri raksha karna aur mujhe safalta dena," usne mann hi mann prathana ki aur phir apna right pair (kadam) andar rakha.

Piche khade Bhairavnath aur Bhiku ne ek dusre ko dekh kar kutil muskan pass ki. Siyali ise "Mandir" samajh kar pair rakh rahi thi, lekin unke liye ye unka Adda (Den) tha jahan aaj ek nayi aur sabse khubsurat gudiya aayi thi.

Bhiku ne dheere se Bhairavnath ke kaan mein fusfusaya, "Bhaiya... lagta hai ye chidiya bahut hi bholi hai. Ise toh hum ungliyon pe nachayenge."

Aur isi ke sath, Siyali ne Panchayat Bhawan—yani apne naye pinjre—mein pravesh kiya.

[sushilt20]

Nice update and awesome story and waiting for next update

[SIYALI_RAJPOOT]

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.

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Bhiku ne badi safayi se apne chehre ke bhaav badal liye. Wo turant ek almaari ki taraf lapka aur wahan se kuch purane files aur ek naya form nikal kar laya. Usne use Siyali ke samne wali table par rakha, nazarein churata hua, jaise koi chor apni chori pakde jane se darta ho.

"Madam ji," Bhiku ne thoda haklate huye kaha, "Ye joining form aur baaki kagaj hain. Aap inhe rakh lijiye, araam se bhar ke de dijiyega. Pradhan ji ke sign hum baad mein karwa lenge. Abhi toh aapko set hona hai."

Udhar, Master Raghuvir ab bechain ho rahe the. Bhairavnath aur Bhiku ke irade unhe thik nahi lag rahe the. Halanki aaj college ki chutti thi aur unhe ghar jaldi jana tha, lekin unka dil gawara nahi kar raha tha ki wo Siyali jesi bholi ladki ko in bhediyon ke beech akela chhod dein. Unhe Siyali ke prati ek ajib si zimmedari (responsibility) aur ek unkaaha connection mehsoos ho raha tha.

Bhairavnath ne dekha ki Masterji abhi bhi khade hain, toh usne daant peeste huye ishara kiya. "Masterji, ab aap jaiye. Der ho rahi hogi aapko. Hum hain na Madam ke liye."

Lekin Masterji apni jagah se hile tak nahi. "Nahi Up - Pradhan ji," Master Raghuvir ne sakhti se kaha, "Pehle main dekh lu ki Madam ka quarter kaisa hai. Rehne layak hai bhi ya nahi. Uske baad hi jaunga."

Bhairavnath ka khoon khaukh utha. Ye Master aaj kabab mein haddi ban raha tha. Wo chahta tha ki Master jaldi dafa ho jaye taaki wo Siyali par apna jaal fek sake. Jab uska plan fail hota dikha, toh uska sara gussa apne chamche Bhiku par nikal gaya.

Bhairavnath achanak Bhiku ki taraf muda aur zor se chillaya, "Abe Oye! Sunai nahi deta kya? Khada kya hai wahan murti banke? Chabhi kahan hai piche wale kamre ki? Nikal jaldi... saala dimag kharab kar ke rakha hai!"

Bhairavnath ki awaaz itni tez thi aur usne beech mein jo gandi gaali (slang) use ki thi, wo sunkar Siyali sehmi si gayi.

Siyali jis mahaul se aayi thi, wahan oonchi awaaz mein baat karna bhi badtameezi maana jata tha. Aur yahan? Yahan toh baat-baat par gaali di ja rahi thi.

Siyali ka chehra darr ke maare safed pad gaya. Wo hairani se Bhairavnath ko dekhne lagi. Abhi tak jo aadmi "Madam-Madam" kar raha tha, wo achanak itna jahil aur jungli kaise ho gaya? Uski body language, uski aankhon ka gussa... sab kuch Siyali ke liye ek cultural shock tha. Wo uncomfortable hokar piche hat gayi aur darr bhari nazaron se Masterji ki taraf dekha.

Masterji ne Siyali ki ghabrahat bhampi aur apni aankhon se use 'shaant rehne' ka ishara kiya, jaise keh rahe hon—'Daro mat, ye log aise hi hain.'

Bhiku ne jaldi se jeb se chabhi nikali. "Ji... ji laya hu Malik."

Sab log office ke piche wale darwaze se bahar nikle taaki Quarter (rehasi kamre) tak ja sakein.

Piche ka nazara toh aur bhi darawna tha. Panchayat Bhawan ke piche wala hissa saalon se saaf nahi hua tha. Wahan ghutno tak lambi ghaas aur jhaadiyan (weeds) ugi hui thi. Zameen gili aur kichad bhari thi.

Siyali ne apni naak par rumal rakh liya. Usne apni salwar ko thoda upar uthaya taaki wo ghaas aur kaanto mein na uljhe. Jab usne salwar ko takhno (ankles) se thoda upar uthaya, toh uski gori, makhan jesi pindliyan (calves) jhalak gayi. Piche chal rahe Bhairavnath ki gusse wali aankhein fir se tharak mein badal gayi. Wo ghas-fus mein bhi Siyali ke shareer ko tadne ka moka nahi chhod raha tha.

Jaise-taise kanto se bachte huye wo log us kamre ke darwaze tak pahunche jo Siyali ka naya ghar hone wala tha.

Darwaza lakdi ka tha, jo baarish aur dhoop kha kar sad chuka tha. Deewaron par kai (moss) lagi thi.

Lekin sabse badi musibat darwaze par latak rahi thi.

Darwaze par ek purana, bada sa lohe ka tala (lock) laga hua tha, jo zang (rust) kha chuka tha.

Bhiku ne confident hokar apni jeb se chabhi nikali aur tale mein daali.

Wo chabhi ko ghumane laga... Khach... Khach...

Tala nahi khula.

Bhiku ne zor lagaya. "Arre... khul kyu nahi raha..." Usne chabhi nikal kar dubara daali aur jhatke diye. Pasina uske maathe se tapakne laga. Bhairavnath ab use kha jane wali nazaron se ghoor raha tha.

"Galat chabhi hai kya?" Masterji ne gambhir awaaz mein pucha.

Bhiku ka chehra utar gaya. "Lagta hai... wo purani wali chabhi le aaya galti se. Iski asli chabhi toh... shayad gum gayi hai ya ghar par reh gayi."

Siyali ka dil baith gaya. Safar ki thakan, bhookh-pyaas, upar se ye darawna mahaul, aur ab pata chala ki jis kamre mein rehna hai, uski chabhi hi nahi hai.

Dhoop dhalne lagi thi aur andhera hone wala tha. Is anjaan gaon mein, bina kamre ke, wo raat kahan guzaregi?

Siyali ki aankhon mein aansu tairne lage. Aaj ka din uske liye waqayi bahut lamba aur mushkil hota ja raha tha.