Ye kon sa staition aa gaya hai…
Chai garma garam chai... sahib garma garam chai…
Train ke barah station par chai wala chai ki aawaj lagate hue... Alok or ravi ki tarf dekh kar unse puchta hai..
Kitne ki hai..? Alok ne chai wale se pucha..
Sahib 5rs. Ki ek hai... Kitni du..?
Alok 10rs dete hue 2 chai de do..
Alok or Ravi dono chai le kar chai peete hai... or gaadi chal deti hai... Dono hi apni seet par baithe hue baat kar rahe the.. aaj dono ka hi exam tha.. Commission ke exam ke liye ja rahe the...
Alok- Ravi yaar ye Rajya ki Utpatti or Vikas ke sawal thode se pareshan kar rahe hai.. kahi Rajya ki Utpatti or Vikas ke upar koi sawaal na aajaye..
are main tere se baat kar raha hoon or tu udhar kya dekh raha hai..?
Ravi: abe Hijre! Yeh bhi train mein hain. Abe alok inke maje hai yaar... Jaha marji aaye saale ghus jate hai... dekh to wo saamne wali seet par kaise us ladki se baat kar rahe hai...
Dono abhi baat hi kar rahe the. ki hijdo ka ek dal jo tarin me paise maag raha tha..Train me jor jor se taali peet kar paise maangte hue inke paas aa jata hai..
Hijro ka mukhiya- raja o raja.. la kuch nikal fatafat.. tum logo ko lambi umar mile..
Dono us hijre ki taraf dekhne lag jate hai..
Aise kya dekh rahe ho..? upar wala kare ki tumhare biwi bachhe jug jug jiye tumhare 10-12 bachhe ho.. kuch paise do na.. Kya re! chikne tere paas toh bachcha paida karne ka machine hai. Dus bees rupye dede. Kuch nahi jayega tumhara.
Alok uske paise maangne se pareshan ho kar.. abe tumhe or koi kaam nahi ek to ham waise hi exam ko lekar pareshan hai.. upar se tum or hamara dimaag khane ke liye aa gaye..
Hijro ka mukhiya- aaye haaye.. raja.. paper me paas ho jayega chinta kyu kar raha hai.. jindgi me aise kai exam aate rahege..or uske sar par haat fer ne lag jata hai.. waise kon sa exam dene jare ho..?
Ravi jo us hijro ke mukhiya ki baat sun kar alok ki tarf dekh kar muskurate hue kehta hai suna tune bachhe paida karne ki machine.. civil services ka exam hai.. hijro ke mukhiya ko batate hue kehta hai..
Hijro ka mukhiya- are wah.. raja kaisi taiyari kari hai.. kuch padh likh kar bhi ja rahe ho ya aise hi mauj masti karne ja rahe ho..? usne ravi ki nigaah jo saamne wali seet par baithi hui ladki par lagi hui thi.. ko dekh kar kaha..
Alok- apni jeb se 20 rs. Nikal kar us hijre ko deta hai... Taaki wo waha se aage ja sake..
hijro ka mukhiya- alok ke haath se paise le leta hai or alok se kehta hai ki “ rajya ki utpatti ke samajik samjhota ke 4 tatav samaan roop se “hobs”, “lok’s” or “Ruso” ke vicharo me paye jate hai..”
ravi or alok dono hi us hijro ke mukhiya ka munh dekhte reh jate hai..
alok- are wah aap to kaafi padhe likhe maalom hote hai.. main itni der se is saawal ka hal doonh raha tha ki ki skis ke vichar saman roop se paye jate hai or aap ne kewal sawaal dekh kar hi bata diya..
Hijro ka dal waha se duste compartment me chala jata hai or wo mukhiya waha khade hue kisi soch me doob sa jata hai..
Kitna pyaar karte ho mujhse…? rashmi ne akil ka sar apni god me sehlate hue us se pucha
Akhil- jaan se bhi jyada pyaar karta hoon tumhe..
Rashmi- tum jante ho na ki main ek samaanya ladki nahi balki ek hijra hoon..
Akhil- jaanta hoon jaan.. or tumhare is dosh ko door karne ke liye main kal shahar ja raha hoon dr. se tumhare liye baat karne phir sab thik ho jayega..
Rashmi- mujhe bohot dar lagta hai akhil.. kahi wo log mujhe apne saath to nahi le jayega…?
Akhil- jaan mere rehte hue tumhe koi bhi nahi chuu sakta.. or main kal ja raha hoon na tumre ilaaj ke liye dr. se baat karne phir tum bilkul thik ho jaogi or ham isi mahine me shaadi kar lenge…
3 din baad jab akhil shahar se wapas aata hai..
Aunty rashmi kaha hai..? akhil ne rashmi ke ghar par uski maa se pucha..
WO Akhil ko dekh kar rone lagi… jab akhil ne unhe chup karaya or dubara pucha to..
Rashmi ki maa- beta hijro ka ek samuh aaya tha yaha or wo rashmi ko apne saath le gaya.. maine unhe rokne ke bohot kosis ki par usko apne saath jabardasti le gaye…
Rashmi ki maa ki baat sun kar akhil ka khoon khool uthta hai.. uski aankho me khoon utar aata hai..
Akhil- kaha le kar gaye hai aunty wo meri rashmi ko.. ??
Rashmi ki maa- pata nahi beta… unhone mujhe ghar ke andar band kar diya tha.. Maine kuch nahi dekh paya ki wo meri beti ko kaha le gaye hai... Meri beti ko wapas le aao beta... kehte hue wo phoot phoot kar rone lag jati hai...
Akhil- aap chup ho jao aunty ji main rashmi ko jaroor wapas le kar aaunga.. keh kar wo wapas apne ghar aa jata hai..
Kaha ja raha hai beta…? Akhil ki maa ne us se pucha
Akhil- rashmi ko dhoondhne ja raha hoon maa…
Akhil ki maa- aaj tera interview hai.. or tu us hijri ke chakkar me pagal hua ja raha hai.. are jab tu interview me paas ho kar IAS officer banega to ek se ek sundar ladki ka rishta tere liye aayega…
apni maa ke munh se rashmi ke liye aise shabd sun kar uska dil toot jata hai.. or wo bina kuch kahe sune apne ghar se nikal jata hai.. uski maa usko aawaj laga kar rokti rehti hai par wo nahi suntan…
shahar ke andar hi ek basti me jo hijro ke liye mashoor thi waha ja kar akhil uski talaash karta hai..
Akhil- rashmi ki tasveer liye waha khade ek aadmi se puchta hai ki is ladki ko dekha hai kya..?
Hijra- tasveer ko gaur se dekhte hue.. bhai sahab ye koi ladki nahi hai ye to hijra hai hijra.. waise kya kaam hai tumko is ke saath..?
Akhil ko uski baat sun kar gussa to bohot aaya par apne gusse ko kaabu me rakh kar usne apni jeb se 50 ka note use dete hue.. us se tasveer wapas le leta hai.. 50rs. milte hi us aadmi ne popat ke jaise address bata diya..
Hijra- aap idhar se wo saamne wali gali me jaoge to teen makan chhod kar chotha makan me hai ye ladki…
Akhil- tasveer ko jeb me rakhe hue us ghar me jaha rashmi reh rahi thi aa jata hai… darwaja khat-khatane par rashmi ne hi darwaja khola.. dono hi ek dusre ko dekh kar bhaav vibhoor ho gaye..
ghar par abhi rashmi ke sivaye koi nahi tha, is liye rashmi akhil ko andar ghar me bula leti hai..
Rashmi Akhil ki baanho me thi or dono ki hi aankho se aansu bahe ja rahe the.. dono ki samjh me nahi aa raha tha ki kya baat kare kaise shuruwat kare.. pure 2 hafto ke baad dar badar bhatak kar akhil aaj rashmi ke ghar tak aa paya tha jaha wo hai.. dono ek dusre ki baanho me jakde hue the.. rashmi ke haath akhil ke sar par waise hi chal rahe the jaise wo garden me lete hue akhil ke baalo me ghoomati thi.. akhil ke haath bhi usko kas kar apne me jakde hue the.. dono hi ye bhool gaye the ki wo kaha hai.. dono ke liye to jaise wo sab lamhat wapas aa gaye the..
Rashmi- ye kya haal bana rakha hai tumne apna..? rashmi ne akhil ke chehre par badhi hui dhaadi ko dekh kar kaha..?
Akhil- kuch nahi ab tum mil gayi ho to sab thik ho jayega.. tumhare khooj me raat din bhatka hoon.. kaha kaha nahi talaash kiya maine tumhe.. ab tum mere saath yaha se chalo maine dr. se bhi baat kar li hai..
Rashmi ki aankho me ek ummed ki kiran dikhayi de rahi thi... Akhil ke waha aa jane se par upar wale ko shayad ye manjoor na tha.. or thik usi samay hijro ka mukhiya waha apne 10-12 hijro ke saath aa gaya.. or Akhil ko un sab ne mil kar marna peetna shuru kar diya Akhil ko peet ta dekh kar rashmi usko bachane ke liye daudi par ek hijre ne usko pakad liya. Rashmi ke aankho se aansu bahe ja rahe the. Aakhil ki aise halat dekh kar… Un hijro ne Akhil ko peet peet kar adhmar kar ke waha se door fenk diya…
Kuch samay baad jab Akhil waha wapas aata hai to Rashmi waha nahi thi. Or na hi wo hijre the jo pehle waha rehte the. Aas-pados me puchne par pata chala ki wo log shahar chhor kar chale gaye hai. Kaha gaye hai kuch pata nahi. Akhil janta tha ki Rashmi uske liye koi na koi nishani ya kuch aisa jaroor chhod kar gayi hogi jis se use pata chal sake ki wo kaha gayi hai.
Kaafi der dekhne ke baad use us ghar ke bahar darwaja ki deewar par rashmi ke haath ki chhudiya tangi hui dikhayi di. Usne jaldi se un chhodiyo ko waha se utara. Un chhuriyo me hi plastic ki ek chhoti si dibiya thi jisko khol kar jab Akhil ne dekha to use ek kagaj ka tukda dikhayi diya. Usne tukda nikal kar dekha to wo ek khat tha jo rashmi me akhil ke liye likha tha.
Mere pyare akhil, main janti hoon ki tum mujhse bohot pyaar karte ho or main ye bhi janti hoon ki tum meri talaash me yaha dobara jaroor aaoge. Ye log mujhe apne saath le jarahe hai. Jaha ye meri shaadi kisi hijre se karwa dege. Us din tumhare saath jo bhi hua us sab ko dekh kar mera dil bohot ghabra gaya hai. Or aisa dobara na ho tumhare saath isliye main tumhare jindgi se bohot door ja rahi hoon or tum se main dono haath jod kar veenti karti hoon ki tum mujhe bhool jao. Or mujhse milne ki dobara kosis mat karna. Tum apne liye ek achhi si ladki dekh kar uske saath shaadi kar lo. Main puri tarah se barbaad ho chuki hoon or main apne saath tumko barbaad nahi karna chahti hoon…Us khat ko padh kar uska dil ro padta hai… or wo waha se ye jankari hasil karte hue ki hijro ka samuhik vivah samaroh kaha ho raha hai waha chal deta hai…
Us shahar me jaha kinnaro ka samuhik vivah samaroh ho raha tha wo aa jata hai… or dulhan ke paas khadi saji apni rashmi ko ek hi najar me pehchan jata hai…rashmi ko dekh kar uski aankho me aansu aa jate hai… akhil ne kai baar rashmi se milne ki kosis ki par use koi kamyaabi nahi mili do din tak wo kosis karta raha us se milne ki par use nahi mil paya… ek hijra jo akhil ke paas aakar usko tok deta hai..
Hijra- kya re.. tere ko kal se dekh rahi tu idhar ham logo ke beech me kayeko aaya..?
Akhil jo rashmi ke judai me pagal jaisa ho gaya tha. Chup khada raha..
Hijra- usko waha bheed se alag le jakar.. dekh main sab janti ki tu us ke liye yaha aata hai… par ab koi fayda nahi hai.. wo ladki nahi hai.. wo kinnar ho gayi hai.. jisko tumlog hijra bolte ho..
Akhil- main usko bohot pyaar karta hoon agar wo mujhe nahi mili to main mar jauga…
Hijra- hmm……..! Maamla toh kaafi pechida hai … sun ek kaam kar tu. Tu bhi iss biradri mein aa jaa? Chokri bhi arre nahi woh toh hijra hai, chal chor jo bhi hai mil jayegi tujhe. Samjha? Aur saath mein paisa bhi bhahut hai. beta. yehi ek raasta hai.......Iske liye ek chotha sa operation bus!!!..... phir koi tension nahi…. Toh bol… main jake baat karke aau apne sardar se..
Akhil uski baat sun kar kuch sochte hue..
Hijra- itna kya sochta hai tu usko pyaar karta hai na.. tu main abhi aati hu tu mera yahi intjaar kar… keh kar wo hijra chala jata hai…
Agle din subah rashmi baaki hijro ke saath baithi hui thi ki apne barabar me akhil ko baitha dekh kar chownk jati hai.. akhil ko waha dekh kar usko yakeen hi nahi hota ki ye akhil hi hai uske paas me…
Rashmi- akhil tum yaha… or ye sab kya hai..?
Akhil- rashmi main bhi ab tumhare biradri me shamil ho gaya hoon.. ab hamko koi alag nahi kar sakta hai.. maine apna opretion karwa liya hai..
Rashmi akhil ko bheed se alag apne saath lekar andar ek kamre me aajati hai..
Rashmi- maine mana kiya tha ki tum mujhse milne ki kosis bhi mat karna phir kyu aaye ho tum or aane ka matalab tum ne khud ko khatam kar liya wo bhi mere liye…
Akhil- rashmi main kya karta mujhe or koi rasta samjh main nahi aaya siwaye iske ki main bhi tumhare biradri main shamil ho jau.. taki tumhare saath tumhe apni najro ke saamne dekh saku..
Rashmi- jab tum mujhse milne waha par aaye the or din jab tumhe chhot lagi thi to mujhe bohot dukh hua tha.. mujhe lagne laga tha ki meri wajah se tumhre ko chhot lagi.. or main wo khat tumhare liye chhod gayi thi.. taki tumhe dobara koi chhot na lage… par mere dil main ek ummed baaki thi ki tum kuch bhi karke mujhe yaha is narak se bacha loge.. par tumne apne me ye….. ye jo change kiya hai us se lagta hai ki mujhe apni puri jindgi yahi is narak main bitani hogi… kyu kyu kyu…???? Kyu kiya tumne aisa..? akhil kyu kiya… maine jo bhi sapne dekhe the tumne us sab sapno ka khoon kar diya.. tod kar rakh diye tumne wo sab sapne…
Akhil- tumhare wajah se rashmi tumhare lilye… tumhe mujh se nahi… mere ladke hone se pyaar tha.. aaj jab main ladka nahi raha tha to wo sab pyar khatam ho gaya… bohot achha sila diya hai rashmi tumne mere pyaar ka… kuch bhi nahi raha ab tumhare mere beech sab khatam… aaj mujhe apne aap par gussa aa raha hai ki maine kis se pyaar kiya tha.. jis ladki ke liye maine apna pura jeevan apna pura carrier khatam kar liya wo kehti hai ki maine aisa kyu kiya… keh kar akhil gusse se bahar nikal jata hai… uski aankh se aansu bahe ja rahe the… ek hijre ne jab akhil ko rote hue dekha to use aawaj laga di…
Hijre ki aawaj se jab uska dhyan toota to usne apne aap ko alok or ravi ki seet ke paas khada paya.. saamne wale compartment se dusra hijra usko aawaj laga raha tha……
Last edited by sikendar : 30th October 2011 at 11:36 PM.
Last edited by admirer2011 : 9th November 2011 at 08:31 AM.
kuchh title to de do SARKAR
ek emotional story. Sach kahu to ekdum naya angle dikhaya aapane pyar ka. Ekaadh baato ko overlook karane par kahani ko behatareen kaha ja sakata hai jo mai kah raha hu
ek behatareen kahani
The clash of love and lust is a predictable affair. Any sane person would promptly answer upon enquiry that lust is the sole contender for victory and none other. I was not unaware of this concoction, for which I would be frequently subjected to upon demand. At times in the tunnels while at others, through valleys my journey was an eventful hippodrome which ceased to excite only when its capstone was put into place. I’m a redhead although many consider me a pink-head (what’s that btw?). I’ve got a healthy body with large bottoms and although people don’t consider me a bombshell, I’m capable to explode any when put before me. You guessed it right, I’m Russel, The One Eyed Muscle and my friends call me a dick. I’m fortunate enough to have been erected amidst the likes of princes and princesses, wives and mistresses, valets and waitresses to name a few. I am the King’s Penis. Not only I command authority over my counterparts, I am far more privileged than the countryside’s laymen themselves who provide their assets, without the phonetic pun, at my beck and call. My ways are sagacious enough to make certain that the laymen get their share of fodder on my behalf before the winter sets in. This is the noble give and take philosophy in which my forefathers have engaged throughout their muscular age. Many of you might be wondering why I’m not peregrinating in a pussy or an ass or rather a navel or a mouth. I want to tell you guys, think beyond these things. Those places are the thing of the past for me. But stop underestimating me. Although I’m well past my age of salutation, I can still puke at them hard. This is a period of my life where I’ve been given space to write my memoirs and so here I am documenting some of my favorites. Memoirs are in the thousands, but the best I shall reserve for you, my friends. So here I go. It was a turbulent time for the Kingdom. The King was a in a sorry state. Infighting amongst the kin and threats from once loyal neighbors had reduced the Kingdom’s reputation to mockery. I had almost forgotten the last time I went for an outing. Those were the times, unfortunately, when I was in my prime, the golden age of 50. I was a seasoned campaigner by then and not only was I revered owing to my social status but also due to my on-field exploits which had gained fame across distant lands. In a dilemma such as this one, my inner devil heated up. I wanted to revamp my old habits. Nostalgia was pulling me towards it. The King’s lust for carnal desires, thus, overpowered his love for the masses. I knew he had his eyes set on the virgin daughter of the main rival King since quite a few years. He used to stir me when he looked at her in events of official visits to neighboring states. Now, when conflict prevailed throughout his kingdom, he sought to satisfy his urge to pop her cherry himself. By this time you all must’ve surely ascertained the physique and appearance of the King. Yes, he was an able bodied handsome man many a women lusted for. He himself was an aphrodisiac for them and resisting him would be as difficult as resisting air from entering the breathing orifices. Would this step of taking the rival’s daughter lead to his kingdom’s doom? Would it help his kingdom in regaining lost glory? Would this result in an alliance? Would I be the hero of love or the incarnation of lust? Read on. One month of turmoil was past us and the King decided to pay a visit to our largest neighbor and our fiercest rival. The previous night I could feel his hormones trying to get on and about. The harem had been denied single or multiple congress with him since two weeks and that night was no exception except that I had woken up to rule him defeating his mind in that context. He was premeditating his moves. Putting it in a better way, I was premeditating my moves for the next couple of weeks. He tried to mix my interests with the interest of his kingdom and the devil that I was, I coerced him to yield to my demands. It was decided between us that as soon as his official meeting with the neighboring King was done with, he would seduce the young princess and strip her off her prized virgin layers. They say when kings enter cities, they destroy them. How ironically it was true in this case. Although he was evidently going with the intent of seeking help and safety, he was a shrewd tactician in not letting his counterpart get better off him for good. He would destroy his daughter. On the fourth morning of our journey, we saw the Rival’s flag welcoming us to the capital of our neighbor. Our delegation was accorded due respect barring the occasional taunts meted out to the King by the rival peoples. Little did they know what was to ensue and had they known, they would have not only locked the doors of their houses but also the skirts their wives wore. We reached the castle gates where the Rival had disallowed his harem to step out fearing the King’s penetrating intentions which followed him wherever he went. I was surprised that the King brushed his hands on me. I woke up and saw none but the daughter of the Rival standing by his side, staring at the King trying to consume his irresistible resplendence. The Rival’s first folly was espied. He had not anticipated what the King had in mind. The Rival had helped the King accomplish his very first task. He had neglected to pay heed to a golden rule – Fresh flowers are always better than wilted roses. A little stare like the flash of lightening was enough to make its mark. The first nail was hammered. That day was spent in negotiations. Apparently the Rival wanted the King to recognize his superiority and pay him 100 thousand gold coins per annum as tribute in exchange of security and armed assistance, if the need arose, to our Kingdom. I knew what was going through his mind. I knew because his blood was gushing into me. I was gaining attention. The moment he signed on the parched script, the onlookers applauded loudly. The deal was struck, although a latent mistrust was manifest among those present. Yes, raw wounds take time to heal. A relevant antithesis would befit this occasion more – Raw wounds, when struck, make a mark for a lifetime.
That night was full of festivities in the royal enclave. Beautiful ladies took turns to dance with the newly allied King. I was having the time of my life getting rubbed all round – by soft thighs at times or by the tender graze of fingers at others. I was even lucky to have got to feel a couple of ass-cracks too. Pervert! Then the bombshell arrived. The Rival had relented as tensions were eased between him and the King. So quickly was I brought to attention that I couldn’t help myself from releasing a bit of my prized liquid from the Cowper’s Glands. The daughter was as radiant as the full moon and dressed in a graceful light pink ball gown which made her look like a goddess from the Ajanta Caves. As she came forth and gave her palms to the extended arm of the King who had gracefully bowed to her, I thought I would burst in ecstasy. Love dwelled in the King’s eyes but the reality of lust was hidden inside the trenches of my hardness. They both stared at each other. Her eyes were reminiscent of the first stare he had pounced on her with. She knew that her lust had awakened while dreaming of him, but she was yet to find out how lethal it would prove to be. A rendezvous was set by both to be met in the middle of the new-moon night. After the final pleasantries were exchanged by the Rival and the King, I was paid more attention than ever by the King. Back in our royal quarters, the King cleaned my head, shaved my base and caressed my balls. As hard as a metal pole, I was basking in my glory as if there was no tomorrow. The decided moment zeroed in on us. The King donned in simple attire set out with a white handkerchief to meet his prize. On the pretext of being a messenger approved by the princess, he gained entry to her suite. I was jiggling inside his pants like a serpent about to be released. She smiled at his arrival – and mine too. While the Rival slept, his properties were being ravaged by the enemy. As they both hugged, the long suppressed lust erupted like a volcano from the king and the princess sighed lustily as she hugged the man of her dreams. His strong arms engulfed her petite structure and she felt as secured as an oyster in its shell. He took her to the bed, gently removed her drapes and caressed her belly. She succumbed to his advances, opened herself to the barrage of lust she was about to experience for the first time in her life. My old life was back after a brief tumultuous interruption. I began to discharge my pre-cum and oil myself for her. Shyly, she glanced below at my enormous thickness and length and took me in her hands. The tender touch made me jump. It was a long time since a virgin hand had caressed me. She opened her eyes wide as the King let out a feeble moan. He rose above her and pulled her towards his face. They exchanged their oral hormones for almost an eternity until the princess pulled back for breath. Before she could pounce on his lips again he had her lifted in his strong arms and she tied her legs behind his back. I could feel the hot wetness of her vulva which had swollen twofold in anticipation. My own fluid began to intermingle with hers as I glazed the bottom of her Bermuda triangle. I was tapping myself against her tight resistive pussy wanting to plunge in and savor the warmth of the tight walls around me. Above me, she was pressing the King’s lips to her bosom, whispering in his ears to suck her nipples harder. He turned around while still holding her and lied on the bed on his back while now she was on top of his muscular contours. 50 years of passion had not dimmed the enthusiasm of the King. He asked her to crawl down to his pelvic borders and she obeyed. His kingdom was at the mercy of his rival but he was the ruler of his rival’s blood. He guided her to me and I took over. I groped at her lips and as she suckled on my head like a lollipop, I could feel the King shiver, trying hard to contain me and control me. Her hands were clutched tightly by the King and as she suckled at her newly found toy, he explored her soft flowing hair. Her tender hands were traversed by his long fingers and she was showing the gratitude by sucking quickly and forcibly. At the right moment he pulled her towards him, turned her on her back, got on top of her and rubbed my head over her swollen folds below. Mildly I began to thrust myself in her. She sobbed as euphoria engulfed her. I resisted for a second but the lust took over. Gently I began my journey to the center of my salacity. Her expressions were mixed – ecstasy, joy, sadness, guilt, want, lust – all mixed into one. Her hands were on the King’s hips as she forced me into her. I encountered the first of her six layers and burst it. As I advanced, each layer burst and the King was awarded a sensual moan emanating from her dry throat. Within a span seeming like an epoch, I reached the Promised Land. The beauty inside was such that I did not want to get away. I did not want to retract my way back to visit again. I want to stay there. I stayed put. The princess’s hands were biting into the Kings back. The white handkerchief was placed below me by the King while my penetration took place. It was soaked in her first blood…
We returned the next day. Upon our arrival, a large platoon greeted us. I could see the uniforms of our other smaller neighbors too. Following our platoon were fully armed regiments with our flag fluttering high. The feeling of victory was fresh in the air. I understood that the plan had worked. I had done the job, at-least a part of it, an important part. The King had sent his sons to neighboring principalities for recruiting support. He himself led the Rival into his trap by making a peace treaty with him. The Rival was unprepared for war. The next day, a platoon was ordered to launch a dummy attack on the Kingdom. As the platoon positioned itself outside the city walls, the remaining regiments were placed strategically at key positions within the capital. The Rival’s armed forces arrived to guard the Kingdom. While they readied to launch an offensive, a large battalion whom they presumed to be the King’s men attacked them out of the blue. The treason was exposed. Messengers ran across but it was too late. The King sent a package to the Rival. In it was the blood stained handkerchief. The Rival was beaten. As war ensued, the Rival’s forces were no match for the allied armies of the King. Lust was a mere pawn in a large arena of love. Yes, love had won, and I was wrong. The Rival, fighting for his honor, rode towards the Kingdom, his daughter with him. As the daughter ran across towards the King, beating him with her fists, wailing and pulling her hair, the King looked on. Soldiers pulled her and threw her in the dust of the battle. The Rival perished fighting while the daughter was seen jumping from the castle walls. The final nail was safely in.
The Kingdom not only regained its lost glory, it eliminated its threats too. The King’s love for his country was contained in his tactical lust towards the princess. The day of victory was ended by celebrations throughout the Kingdom. As the King proceeded to the royal bedroom, he could hear church-bells in the distance. A red handkerchief fluttered in the moonlit sky.
Last edited by tinkerman1 : 28th October 2011 at 11:47 PM.
This story had won me the 'Most Talked About Story' award this year
“Sahab, yahan do laashein mili hai” hawaldar ne bola to inspector vikrant walky talky rakh kar dauda dauda uss jagah par pahunch gaya. “paani mein rehne ke karan shareer itna phool gaya hai ke shinaakht karna mushkil hai abhi” vikrant ke wahan pahunchte hi hawaldar bola. Yeh saaf pata chal raha thha ke ek laash ladki ki hai aur doosri kisi aadmi ki.
“hmm..ek laash to inspector vikram ki lag rahi hai. Haath ke tatoo se pata chalta hai. lagta hai Vikram ke case se iss ka kuch lena dena hai. Le chalo isse murdaghar mein. Dekhte hain ke isska kya kar sakte hain.” Vikrant bola aur fir apni jeep mein baith kar police station chala gaya.
2 Din Pehle
“Sun be.. tu comissioner hoga apne ghar ka. Tere ko ek bar bola ke kal pappu ko ek jail mein se doosri mein shift karna hai, to maan jaa.”
“yeh dhamki tum kisi aur ko dena. Agar main aisi geedad dhamkiyon se darne waala hota to kabhi police force join nahi karta. Main jaanta hoon ke pappu ko tum isliye shift karwana chahte ho taaki ussko raste mein se utha sako. Mere jeete ji yeh mumkin nahi hoga”
“apna nahin to apni 19 saal ki bachchi ka to kuch soch commissioner. Mahanagr jaisi jagah par tune usse bhej to diya hai, lekin usski hifazat kaise karega? Chal sauda kar lete hain. Teri beti ki jaan ke badle mein pappu ki jail badli ka order. Manzoor hai?”
“mujhe kuch bhi manzoor nahi hai. Aur jahan tak meri beti ka sawaal hai, wo bilkul surakshit hai. Maine bhi koi kachchi goliyan nahi kheli hain.”
“theek hai.. to fir kal subah 10 baje tujhe call karunga. Umeed karta hoon ke tab tak tu saare papers tayyar rakhega pappu ki rihai ke liye” aur phone kat gaya
Commissioner ne phatafat ek aur phone ghumaya. “Vikram.... sab kuch theek hai na wahan... aaj hamla ho sakta hai. Meri beti ko mere tak pahunchaana tumhaari zimmedari hai”
“sab kuch bilkul theek hai. Wo meri nazaron ke saamne hi hai sir. Main usse lekar waapas Mumbai aata hoon” vikram ne bola aur phone kaat diya. Commissioner ne phir se ek phone ghumaya.
“hello beti.. kaisi ho.. aur yeh shor kaisa hai”
“papa main dost ki party mein hoon. Baad mein baat karte hain”
“beti meri baat dhyaan se suno. Tumhaari jaan ko khatra hai. Mera ek inspector tumhaare paas aayega aur jald hi tumhein le kar waapas yahan aayega. Inspector ka naam Vikram hai. Dhyaan se rehna”
“kya papa aap bhi. Chhoti chhoti baaton par chintit ho jaate hain.. kuch nahi hoga mujhe..”
“jaisa main kehta hoon, waisa karo bas. Mujhe aage kuch nahi sunna” commissioner ne kaha aur phone kaat diya. “yeh aaj kal ke bachche.. yeh sochte hain ke inke maa baap bas pagal hi hain. Itni important baat hai aur sahabzaadi ko party ki padi hai” ussne apni patni se kaha.
Doosri taraf mahanagar ke ek bahut hi popular disco mein nisha ka paara chadha hua thha. “yaar yeh to hadh hi ho gayi hai. Kisi bhi chhote-mote criminal ki dhamkiyon se darr kar papa pata nahi meri zindagi mein kyun adchane daalte hain. Kabhi yahan shift karte hain to kabhi wahan. Yehi karan hai ke iss umar mein aaj tak mera koi boy friend nahi bana” apne baalon ko peeche karte hue aur vodka ka short lete hue nisha ne anjali se kaha
“arrey keh rahe hain to kuch important hi hoga. Chinta mat kar sab kuch theek ho jayega.. wo dekh wo handsome ghoom raha hai jo kayi din se tera peecha kar raha hai” anjali ne bola to nisha ne usske ishaare ki ore dekha jahan wo aadmi khada hua thha. Ek dum kasaa hua shareer, chhote chhote baal, aankhon pe itni raat mein bhi kala chashma aur halki moonchien. Ussko apne paas aate dekhte hi nisha ka dil zor zor se dhadakne laga.
“nisha.. i m inspector vikram. Humaare paas time bahut kam hai. Jaldi se mere saath chalo”
“mujhe kahin nahi jaana” nisha ussko boli
“time nahi hai nisha.. mujhe majboor mat karo” wo usske thoda aur paas hote hue bola. Tabhi ek goli chali jo vikram ke kaan ke paas se hokar guzari aur peeche rakhi bottles se takrayi. Poore disco mein afra tafri mach gayi. “dekha.. jaldi utho” vikram ne kaha aur nisha ka haath pakkad ke ussko peeche waale darwaaze ki taraf kheenchne laga. Ussne apni jacket mein se ek pistol bhi nikal li thhi. Jaise hi wo bahar aaye to vikram usse le kar apni wahan par pehle se rakhi land rover ki taraf chalne laga. Tabhi kadmon ki aahat hui aur vikram ne nisha ko chaabi pakdaate hue bola, “yeh lo chaabi. Gaadi ko back kar ke yahan le kar aao. Main in logon ko rokta hoon” nisha chaabi le kar gaadi ki taraf bhaagne lagi aur vikram paas mein pade ek lohe ke board ke peeche chup gaya. Tabhi ussne dekha ke saamne se do log bhaage bhaage aa rahe hain. Nishaanebaazi mein to vikram champion hi thha. Ussne nishaana saadha aur theek unke maathe ke beech ek ek goli maar di. Dono wahin past ho gaye. Tab tak nisha bhi gaadi le kar aa gayi thhi. Ussne jaldi se nisha ko pessenger seat par jaane ka ishaara kiya aur usske shift hote hi khud driver seat mein baith gaya aur gaadi bhaga di.
Wo thodi hi door gaye thhe ke vikram ne apna phone uthaya aur ek number mila diya. “nisha mere saath hi hai. Hum jald hi pahunch jayenge.” Ussne bola aur phone kaat diya. Fir gaadi mein rakhe walky talky ko tune karne laga. “unn gundon ne mobiles ki jagah walky talky ka use karna uchit samjha hain kyunki mahanagar ka area zyaada nahi hai. Kismat se unki frequency main catch kar lunga aur pata chal jayega ke wo kahin chhup ke humara intezaar to nahi kar rahe.” Usska itna khena hi thha ke signal recieve hone lag gaye.
“bridge ke paas gaadiyan khadi kar do. Koi bhi gaadi na nikal paye. Humein har haal mein nisha chahiye” ek garajti hui awaaz sunayi padi.
“ohh no. Lagta hai hum fans gaye hain. Mujhe gaadi kachche raaste par utaarni padegi. Kyunki hum iss hill ke end par hi hain, issliye drop zyaada nahin hoga, lekin wo jagah pakka ubad khaabad hogi. Kas ke pakkadna. Tumhein koi chot lag gayi to meri naukari jayegi” vikram ne kaha
Nisha itni der se bas vikram ko hi dekhe jaa rahi thhi. Wo soch rahi thhi ke jiss aadmi ko model hona chahiye, wo police ki naukari kar raha hai. Dekhkar hi lagta thha ke vikram ko gymming ka bahut shauk thha. Usske bade bade daule dekh kar to koi bhi ladki usspar ek pal mein hi fida ho jaye, to nisha kyun na ho. Ussne apni seat belt pehni aur boli, “aap itni raat mein bhi kaala chashma kyun lagate hain?”
“madam yeh duniya badi kharab hai. Kuch pata nahi hota ke kisska dil gora hai aur kisska kaala. Kisi se dhokha khaane se achcha hai sab kaale hi nazar aayein. Kam se kam aadmi sambhal ke to rahega”
“ achcha.. to main bhi tumhein kaali hi achchi lagti hoon kya..”
“aisi kya baat hai madam.. lo utaar deta hoon apna chashma” ussne kaha aur chashma utar diya. “aur yeh mooche aur daadi aur makeup mask bhi” ussne kaha aur yeh sab bhhi utaar diya.
“yeh sahi shakal na dikhana bhi koi funda hai kya?”
“madam har aadmi ki apni bhi ek zindagi hoti hai. Police waalon ki 3/4th zindagi to aise hi duty mein khatam ho jaati hai. Main nahi chahta ke gunde mujhe meri bachi hui zindagi mein bhi tang karein. Ek baar koi chehra pehchaan le to fir kahin bhi chup jao, aa hi jaate hain darwaze pe dastak dene.” Ussne kaha to nisha hasne lag gayi
“waise aadmi bade dilchasp ho ...” abhi wo apna vaakya khatam bhi nahi kar payi thi ke vikram ne gaadi kachche raaste par utaar di. Bahut hi jhatke lag rahe thhe aur nisha ne kas ke khidki ke upar waala handle pakkada hua thha. Kuch door jaa kar jab samtal zameen aayi to vikram ne gaadi rok di aur headlights band kar di.
“bahar aa jao madam. Lagta hai aaj ki raat yahin bitani padegi.”
“kyun... hum yahan se jaa kyun nahi sakte...”
“jaa to sakte hain lekin sirf ulta. Yeh jo nadi yahan pe beh rahi hai, issko paar karne ke liye uss bridge se jaana zaruri hai. Wahan pe wo humaara intezaar kar rahe hain. Raat yahin kaatni padegi.”
“chalo achcha hai.. khulle mein hi rahenge. Lekin yahan thand badi hai. Chalon aag jala lete hain”
“aag jala ke usko apni position aur bata de kya.. aap aaram kijiye. Yeh sochne samajhne ka kaam mujh par chhod dijiye. Main kar lunga jo karna hai.”
“par iss thand ka kya karein” nisha ko bas bahana chahiye thha vikram se lipatne ka
“gaadi mein ek kambal hai aur aapki pasandida vodka. Ussko pee lo aur kambal mein simat jao. Thand bhaag jayegi”
“aur aap ??”
“humaara kya hai madam.. sarkaari naukar hai. Thand mein hi pade rahenge. Waise mujhe to sona bhi nahi hai raat bhar. Yahan meri aankh lagi, wahan wo gunde aa kar koi khel khel denge aur pata bhi nahi chalega”
“tum kisi par vishwas nahi karte na...”
“bilkul bhi nahin. Zamana hi aisa hai. Jisspar vishwas karo, wo hi goli maarta hai” vikram ne kambal andar se nikal liya aur vodka ki bottle bhi. Fir night vision binoculars se idhar udhar dekhne lag gaya. “abhi to rasta saaf hai. Door door tak koyi nahi hai. Bas chand ghanton ki baat hai. Umeed karta hoon ke koi rukawat nahi aayegi” fir ussne phone uthaya aur fir se mila diya. “hum bridge se door hain. Mere co-ordinates note karo. Pickup chahiye mujhe jald se jald” aur kuch numbers batane laga. “haan. Din ka intezaar karna hi theek rahega” aur phone kaat diya.
“to subah tak hum dono yahin rahenge kya iss jungle mein... akele??”
“bilkul.. aur koi chaara nahin hai. Tumhein darr to nahi lag raha na..”
“bilkul bhi nahin. Mujhe vishwaas hai ke tum meri raksha karoge. Aakhir papa ne kuch soch kar hi tumhein mera body guard rakha hoga”
“haan haan. Body guard bana do ab mujhe. Chalo ab yeh kambal odh lo. Agar tumhein zukaam bhi ho gaya to meri khair nahi hogi” vikram ne bola
“tum kab tak aise hi pehra dete rahoge. Aa kar mere paas baith jao. Ghus jao tum bhi kambal mein.” Vodka ke sip lete hue nisha ne bola
“agar aapke papa ko pata chal gaya na madam.. to mujhe hamesha ke liye thanda karwa denge. Main yahin theek hoon”
“arrey aao na.. kaun batayega papa ko? Tum ya yahan ki khamoshi? Main to nahi bataungi” nisha ke kayi baar agrah karne par vikram usske saath sambal mein ghus gaya. Un dono ne apni peeth ek ped se satayi hui thi aur kambal odhe nadi ki taraf dekh rahe thhe. Nadi ka bahav kaafi tez thha.
“tumhein kabhi darr nahi lagta iss naukari se?” usske jism ka sparsh paa kar nisha ko mazaa aane lag gaya thaa..
“darrte wo hain jinko apne upar vishwas nahi hota. Mere saath aisa kuch nahin hai. Duty karta hoon aur apna ghar chalata hoon”
“kaun kaun hai tumhaare ghar mein”
“koi nahi hai aur. Akela hoon. Khush hoon” nisha ke baar baar vodka usske aage karne se ab usska bhi mann ban gaya thha aur ussne bhi ek bada ghoonth maar hi liya
“kaisi biwi chahiye tumhein” nisha usske aur kareeb hote hue boli. Ab wo ekdum usse chipak hi gayi thhi.
“kabhi socha nahin madam. Aur please thoda saas lene ke liye to jagah dijiye. Pata hai ke thand hai, lekin itna kareeb hona achcha nahi lagta parayi ladki ke”
“haa haa haa.. baal brahmachari types ho tum matlab. Arrey kabhi to aisa karoge hi... mujhmein kya burai hai...”
“burai koi nahin hai, risk bahut hai yahan. Meri naukari ka risk, humaari jaan ko risk. Bas chup chaap yeh gatak jaao aur so jaao” vikram ne bottle waapas usski taraf karte hue kaha. Nisha to pehle se hi suroor mein thi. Aur pee kar kab usski aankh lag gayi, usse pata bhi nahin chala. Jab subah usski neend khuli to ussne paya ke kambal ke saath saath vikram ka jacket bhi usske upar pada hua hai, lekin fir bhi usski thand nahi ruk rahi thhi. Vikram bhi usske saath nahi thha. Ussne nazar idhar udhar daudayi to paaya ke door vikram khada hua hai aur binoculars se kuch dekh raha hai. Wo khadi hui aur apne kapde jhaadne lagi. Kuch hi palon mein vikram usske paas aa gaya thha.
“aap to bada zyaada gehraa soti ho madam ji. 11 baj gaye hain. Mujhe door se ek boat aati dikh rahi hai. Shayad aapko lene ke liye hi bheji hai. Lagta hai kaam ban gaya”
“chalo achcha hua. Waise yeh itni gandi badboo kahan se aa rahi hai?”
“pata nahin.. shayad aas paas koi jungali janwar mar gaya hoga. Ussi ki hogi.. jaa kar nadi pe apna muh haath dho lo...”
“waise hum nikle kyun nahi abhi tak.. hum gaadi mein baith kar bhi to jaa sakte thhe..”
“gaadi ka tyre puncture ho gaya hai. Jaisa main kehta hoon waisa karo plz. Zyaada time nahi hai” vikram ne kaha to nisha bhaag ke jaa kar apna muh dhone lagi. Tabhi ussne dekha ke ek boat unnki taraf aa rahi hai. Dekhne mein to motorboat jaisi lag rahi thhi par awaaz bilkul nahi thhi. Ussne thoda intezaar kiya aur jaise jaise motorboat paas aati gayi, usske andar darr badhta gaya. Uss motorboat ke saamne kaale kapde pehne kuch gunde type ke log khade thhe jinke haath mein badi badi bandooke thhi. Wo daud kar waapas aayi aur sab kuch vikram ko bata diya.
“darro mat. Main hoon na. Bas mere saath rehna. Sab theek ho jayega” ussne kaha aur apni pistol nikal li. Dono pedon ke beech chhip kar motorboat ke aane ka intezaar karne lage. “mere peeche peeche aao. Mere kandhe pe apna haath rakh lo taaki tum mujhse alag na ho” ussne kaha aur dheere dheere pedon ki aad mein nisha ko nadi ki taraf le jaane laga. Ab motorboat pahunch chuki thhi. Ussmein se wo lambe chaude 4 aadmi nikle aur unnke saath ek safed kapde pehna aadmi bhi nikla. Nisha aur vikram unn logon ke kaafi paas aa gaye thhe. Vikram ne nisha ka haath pakda aur usse kheenchte hue jaldi se un aadmiyon ke paas le gaya.
“welcome amar. Humein poora yakeen thha ke tum humaara kaam zarur karoge.”
“kaam ho gaya hai. Paise kahan hai” vikram bola. Nisha ka dil usske gale mein aa kar atak gaya.
“yeh rahe paise. Poore 5 lakh hain. Jaisa ke tay hua thha” uss aadmi ne noton se bhara bag vikram ko dete hue kaha.
“aur yeh rahi ladki, jaisa ke tayy hua thha”
Nisha nishabdh wahan khadi hui thhi. Reh reh kar usske zehen mein vikram ki kahi baatein aa rahi thhi. “yeh duniya badi kharab hai. Kuch pata nahi hota ke kisska dil gora hai aur kisska kaala. Kisi se dhokha khaane se achcha hai sab kaale hi nazar aayein. Kam se kam aadmi sambhal ke to rahega”
“isska baap to jitna socha thha, usse kahin zyaada phattu nikla. Pappu ko subah 9 baje hi transfer karne ka plan bana liya. Theek 10.30 par humne ussko aguva bhi kar liya. Ab isski humein koi zarurat nahi hai. Issko waapas chhod aao” wo aadmi bola. Usske saath ke gunde vikram ki car mein se kuch nikal rahe thhe.
“vaapas to nahi chhod sakta isse. Aaj tak police se bacha hua hoon kyunki yeh chehra kisi ne nahi dekha. Lekin yeh ladki to saara khel bigad sakti hai”
“to isska jo karna hai karo.”
“please mujhe chhod do. Main kisi ko kuch nahi bataungi. Please. Main tumhaare aage haath jodti hoon”
“maine pehle hi kaha thha ke main kisi par vishwas nahi karta” nisha ke dimag mein fir usske woh shabd goonje “Zamana hi aisa hai. Jisspar vishwas karo, wo hi goli maarta hai” aur isse pehle wo kuch keh ya kar paati, ek tez aawaaz hui aur usski aankhon ke beech mein aa ke ek goli lagi. Wo wahin gir ke mar gayi. “tumhaare gundon ne meri gaadi se vikram ki laash bhi nikal li hogi. Donon laashon ko nadi ke beech mein phenk dena. Jab tak kone pe aayengi, main iss desh se bahar hounga” amar ne kaha aur paison ka bag le kar apni car ki taraf chal pada.
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