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Champaklal ji jab Ahmedabad se Mumbai ki train se utre, toh unki aankhon mein apne bete ke naye ghar ko dekhne ki utsukta thi. Station par Jethalal, Daya aur Tapu unka intezar kar rahe dhey
Jaise hi Champaklal ne saamne dekha, woh dang reh gaye. Tapu, jo unki god mein khelta tha, ab 18 saal ka ek lamba-choura naujawan ban chuka tha. Lekin sabse bada badlav unhone Daya mein dekha.
Jab Daya pehli baar bahu bankar aayi thi, tab woh ek dubli-patli aur behad sharmili ladki thi. Lekin aaj, 40 ki umar mein, uska vyaktitv puri tarah khil chuka tha. Usne ek sundar silk ki saree pehni thi aur shehar ke dhang mein thoda modern touch apnaya tha. Uske blouse ka gehra gala aur peeth par bandhi doriyaan uske naye aur vishwas-bhare roop ko darsha rahi thi.
Daya ne aage badhkar Champaklal ke pair chhuye. Champaklal ne dekha ki ab woh pehle jaisi sehmi hui beti nahi, balki pure ghar ko sambhalne wali ek atmanirbhar mahila ban gayi hai. Uske badan ki banawat aur chal-dhaal mein ek alag hi madakta aur garv tha, jise dekh kar Champaklal ko apni jawani ke din yaad aa gaye.
Jethalal ne kaha, "Bapu ji, ghar chaliye, Daya ne aapke liye dher saari taiyariyaan ki hain."
Ghar pahunchte hi, Champaklal ne dekha ki Daya ne pure ghar ko kitne salike se sajaya hai. Har kone mein uski mehnat aur mamta dikh rahi thi. Sham ko jab sab dining table par baithe, toh Champaklal ne mehsus kiya ki shehar ne Daya ko badla toh hai, lekin uska sanskar wahi purana hai.
Gokuldham Society ke compound mein kadam rakhte hi Champaklal ji ki aankhein fati ki fati reh gayi. Gaon ki sadgi ke baad, yahan ka nazara unke liye kisi sapne jaisa tha. Ek-ek karke sabhi mahilaayein unka swagat karne aayi, aur Champaklal ji ka mann chakkar khane laga.
Wahan Anjali apni fitness aur modern salwar-kameez mein thi, Madhavi ki Marathi sadgi mein ek alag hi garima thi, aur Roshan ka bindaas andaaz aur Babita ki glamorous personality dekh kar Champaklal ji ko laga jaise woh kisi alag hi duniya mein aa gaye hain. Har prant ki khoobsurti ek hi jagah dekh kar unka mann thoda dolne laga, lekin unki nazarein ghum-phir kar apni bahu Daya par hi tik jati thin.
Daya un sabke beech sabse alag aur "bhari-poori" lag rahi thi. Champaklal ji ne dekha ki kaise shehar ki hawa ne unki bahu ko ek naya roop de diya hai. Jab Daya jhuk kar bado ka aashirwad le rahi thi ya mehmaano ko sambhal rahi thi, toh uske badan ka nikhaar aur blouse se jhalakti uski banawat Champaklal ji ko bechain kar rahi thi. Unhe bar-bar apni patni ki yaad aa rahi thi, kyunki Daya mein ab wahi purana "madakta" wala ehsaas tha jo unhone saalon pehle dekha tha.
Ghar pahunchte hi, sab thoda thak chuke thhe. Jethalal aur Tapu baaton mein lage thhe, lekin Champaklal ki aankhein bas Daya ka picha kar rahi thin.
Dining table par baithte hi Champaklal ji ke saamne unke pasandida garma-garam pakwan parose gaye. Jaise hi unhone pehla niwala liya, unki aankhein band ho gayi aur chehre par ek sukoon aa gaya.
Unke muh se be-ikhtiyar nikal gaya, "Jethiya! Bilkul teri maa ke haathon ka swad aa raha hai itne saalon baad... Wah bahu, kya swad hai!"
Champaklal ji ne ye baat bade hi gehrayi se kahi aur unki nazarein seedha Daya par tiki thi. Daya, jo itne waqt se apne sasur ki pasand ka khayal rakh rahi thi, itni badi tareef sunkar bilkul laal ho gayi. Usne thoda sharmate hue apna sir niche kar liya aur apni saree ka pallu thik karne lagi.
Champaklal ji ne dekha ki kaise unki bahu ki woh purani sharm aur haya abhi bhi barkaraar hai. Bhale hi uska pahanava badal gaya ho, bhale hi woh shehar ke dhang mein dhal gayi ho, lekin uska bhola-pan aur sanskar bilkul wahi Ahmedabad wale hain.
Unhe mehsoos hua ki Daya ne khud ko ek modern lekin sanskari nari ke roop mein kitni khoobsurti se dhala hai. Ye dekh kar Champaklal ji ke dil mein Daya ke liye izzat aur pyar pehle se dugna ho gaya. Unhe ab samajh aa raha tha ki kyun Jethalal hamesha Daya ki itni tareef karta hai.
Daya ne muskurate hue kaha, "Bapuji, aapko pasand aaya bas mere liye wahi sabse badi baat hai. Aap thoda aur lijiye na!"
Champaklal ji ne muskurakar haan kaha
Raat ka sannata tha, lekin Champaklal ji ki aankhon mein neend koshon door thi. Nayi jagah aur shehar ka shor unhe bechain kar raha tha. Tapu gehri neend mein tha, toh Champaklal dhere se uth kar balcony mein aa gaye taaki thodi thandi hawa kha sakein.
Gokuldham ki us shaant raat mein, unki nazarein saamne wale wing ki balcony par gayi, jahan Mehta Sahab (Taarak) apni aaram kursi par baithe the. Unki god mein Anjali kisi chhoti bachchi ki tarah sar rakh kar sukun se baithi thi. Champaklal ne dekha ki Taarak bade pyaar se Anjali ke baalon ko sahla rahe the aur beech-beech mein unke maathe ko choom rahe the. Dono dheere-dheere baatein kar rahe the, jo Champaklal ko sunai toh nahi de rahi thi, lekin unka prem saaf jhalak raha tha.
Ye manzar dekh kar Champaklal ji ka dil bhar aaya. Unhe wo din yaad aa gaye jab Ahmedabad mein, sab ke sone ke baad, woh bhi Jethalal ki maa ke saath isi tarah chhat par baith kar dher saari baatein aur thodi chulbuli masti kiya karte the. Un purani yaadon ne unke chehre par ek halki muskan la di.
Unhe ehsaas hua ki shehar ki is daag-bhari zindagi mein bhi logon ne apne rishton ki narmi aur mohabbat ko zinda rakha hai. Tabhi unka dhyan gaya ki Daya bhi hall ki balcony se shayad bahar ki hawa lene aayi hai.
Raat ke us sannate mein, Champaklal ji ki saansein tab atak gayi jab unhone dekha ki Daya apni balcony mein aayi hai. Woh apni rozmarra ki saree mein nahi thi, balki sirf peticoat aur blouse mein thi. Blouse ki pichli doriyaan khuli hui uski kamar par lehra rahi thi, aur aisa lag raha tha jaise woh thandi hawa ka poora lutf uthana chahti ho.
Daya ne apni aankhein band kar li aur gehari saans bhari. Usne thoda chulbulapan dikhate hue apne peticoat ko dheere-dheere upar sarakana shuru kiya. Champaklal ji ne dekha ki uski gori aur makhan jaisi tangein chandni raat mein chamak rahi thi.
Woh itni hairaan-pareshan halat mein the ki apni nazar hatana unke liye mushkil ho raha tha. Daya ko is baat ka ehsaas nahi tha ki koi unhe dekh raha hai; woh bas shehar ki us band zindagi se thodi der ke liye azad hokar gaon jaisa khulapan mehsoos karna chahti thi.
Wahi dusri taraf, Anjali Bhabhi ki nazar bhi Daya par padi. Unhone turant muskurate hue Taarak ki aankhon par apna hath rakh diya. Anjali ne dheere se kaha, "Kya dekh rahe ho aap? Mujhe dekho yahan! Ye Daya Bhabhi bhi na... koi dekh lega toh kya kahega?"
Taarak ne shararat se haste hue jawab diya, "Anjali, tumne meri aankhein toh band kar di hain, lekin jo kismat wala is waqt ye nazara dekh raha hoga, uske toh bhagya hi khul gaye honge!" Iske baad Taarak ne ek khoobsurat shayari sunayi:
"Husn ka ye desi avatar, jaise chandni ki ho bauchar, Ghazal ban jaye har ada unki, jab khule aasmaan tale ho aisa deedar!"
Daya abhi bhi apni hi dhun mein thi, thandi hawa ke jhokon ko apne jism par mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Taarak ne dheere se Anjali ka narm hath apni aankhon se hataya aur gehraayi se uski aankhon mein dekha. Anjali ki sharm aur us thandi hawa ne mahol mein ek ajeeb si bechaini bhar di thi. Taarak ne muskura kar ek shayari kahi:
"Zulfon mein chupi hai raat ki sargoshi, Aankhon mein chhalkti hai thodi si madhoshi, Khule aasmaan tale jo ye roop nikhra hai, Ise dekh kar toh chand mein bhi thodi khamoshi hai!"
Anjali ye sunkar bilkul gulabi ho gayi. Udhar Champaklal ji abhi bhi thitak kar apni bahu Daya ko dekh rahe the. Unhe hairani ho rahi thi ki Daya ki tangein, jo hamesha parde mein rehti thin, chandni mein kitni chamak rahi hain. Taarak ka mann bhi ek pal ko bhatka, lekin Anjali ke gusse se darte hue usne apni poori tawajjo apni patni par rakhi.
Taarak ne Anjali ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar fusfusaya, "Anjali, dekho na Daya bhabhi kitni befikar hain... kya tumhara dil nahi ho raha unki tarah azad hone ka?"
Anjali ne jhoot-moot ka bholapan dikhate hue pucha, "Kya matlab Taarak? Saaf-saaf kaho na."
Taarak ne uske hothon ko halka sa chuma aur bola, "Mera matlab hai ki is thandi hawa ka maza tumhare jism ko bhi milna chahiye. Inhe azad kar do na..." Kehte hue Taarak ka hath Anjali ke gown ke upar wale button par gaya.
Anjali ki saansein tez ho gayi. Use darr tha ki koi dekh lega, lekin wahi darr uske badan mein ek naya josh bhar raha tha. Taarak ne dheere se button khola aur Anjali ke narm, gulabi stan us gown ki qaid se bahar aa gaye. Un par bane chote-chote pink nipples us thandak mein aur bhi ubhar aaye the. Taarak ne unhe sahlate hue kaha, "Anjali, I love you... tumhari is khubsurati par toh koi bhi kurbaan ho jaye."
Usi pal, Champaklal ji ki nazar bhatak kar samne wali balcony par chali gayi. Anjali ko us haalat mein dekh kar unke hosh udd gaye. Unka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Unhe laga jaise unhone koi paap kar diya ho. Woh turant balcony se piche hate aur kamre mein aa gaye.
Unka pura badan paseene se tar-batar tha. Woh soch rahe the ki agar unhe kisi ne dekh liya hota, toh unki saalon ki izzat mitti mein mil jati. Lekin dimaag ke kisi kone mein, Daya ka wo befikar roop aur Anjali ki wo khuli hui khubsurati ab bhi ghoom rahi thi, jisne unki neend poori tarah uda di thi.
Champaklal ji jab Ahmedabad se Mumbai ki train se utre, toh unki aankhon mein apne bete ke naye ghar ko dekhne ki utsukta thi. Station par Jethalal, Daya aur Tapu unka intezar kar rahe dhey
Jaise hi Champaklal ne saamne dekha, woh dang reh gaye. Tapu, jo unki god mein khelta tha, ab 18 saal ka ek lamba-choura naujawan ban chuka tha. Lekin sabse bada badlav unhone Daya mein dekha.
Jab Daya pehli baar bahu bankar aayi thi, tab woh ek dubli-patli aur behad sharmili ladki thi. Lekin aaj, 40 ki umar mein, uska vyaktitv puri tarah khil chuka tha. Usne ek sundar silk ki saree pehni thi aur shehar ke dhang mein thoda modern touch apnaya tha. Uske blouse ka gehra gala aur peeth par bandhi doriyaan uske naye aur vishwas-bhare roop ko darsha rahi thi.
Daya ne aage badhkar Champaklal ke pair chhuye. Champaklal ne dekha ki ab woh pehle jaisi sehmi hui beti nahi, balki pure ghar ko sambhalne wali ek atmanirbhar mahila ban gayi hai. Uske badan ki banawat aur chal-dhaal mein ek alag hi madakta aur garv tha, jise dekh kar Champaklal ko apni jawani ke din yaad aa gaye.
Jethalal ne kaha, "Bapu ji, ghar chaliye, Daya ne aapke liye dher saari taiyariyaan ki hain."
Ghar pahunchte hi, Champaklal ne dekha ki Daya ne pure ghar ko kitne salike se sajaya hai. Har kone mein uski mehnat aur mamta dikh rahi thi. Sham ko jab sab dining table par baithe, toh Champaklal ne mehsus kiya ki shehar ne Daya ko badla toh hai, lekin uska sanskar wahi purana hai.
Gokuldham Society ke compound mein kadam rakhte hi Champaklal ji ki aankhein fati ki fati reh gayi. Gaon ki sadgi ke baad, yahan ka nazara unke liye kisi sapne jaisa tha. Ek-ek karke sabhi mahilaayein unka swagat karne aayi, aur Champaklal ji ka mann chakkar khane laga.
Wahan Anjali apni fitness aur modern salwar-kameez mein thi, Madhavi ki Marathi sadgi mein ek alag hi garima thi, aur Roshan ka bindaas andaaz aur Babita ki glamorous personality dekh kar Champaklal ji ko laga jaise woh kisi alag hi duniya mein aa gaye hain. Har prant ki khoobsurti ek hi jagah dekh kar unka mann thoda dolne laga, lekin unki nazarein ghum-phir kar apni bahu Daya par hi tik jati thin.
Daya un sabke beech sabse alag aur "bhari-poori" lag rahi thi. Champaklal ji ne dekha ki kaise shehar ki hawa ne unki bahu ko ek naya roop de diya hai. Jab Daya jhuk kar bado ka aashirwad le rahi thi ya mehmaano ko sambhal rahi thi, toh uske badan ka nikhaar aur blouse se jhalakti uski banawat Champaklal ji ko bechain kar rahi thi. Unhe bar-bar apni patni ki yaad aa rahi thi, kyunki Daya mein ab wahi purana "madakta" wala ehsaas tha jo unhone saalon pehle dekha tha.
Ghar pahunchte hi, sab thoda thak chuke thhe. Jethalal aur Tapu baaton mein lage thhe, lekin Champaklal ki aankhein bas Daya ka picha kar rahi thin.
Dining table par baithte hi Champaklal ji ke saamne unke pasandida garma-garam pakwan parose gaye. Jaise hi unhone pehla niwala liya, unki aankhein band ho gayi aur chehre par ek sukoon aa gaya.
Unke muh se be-ikhtiyar nikal gaya, "Jethiya! Bilkul teri maa ke haathon ka swad aa raha hai itne saalon baad... Wah bahu, kya swad hai!"
Champaklal ji ne ye baat bade hi gehrayi se kahi aur unki nazarein seedha Daya par tiki thi. Daya, jo itne waqt se apne sasur ki pasand ka khayal rakh rahi thi, itni badi tareef sunkar bilkul laal ho gayi. Usne thoda sharmate hue apna sir niche kar liya aur apni saree ka pallu thik karne lagi.
Champaklal ji ne dekha ki kaise unki bahu ki woh purani sharm aur haya abhi bhi barkaraar hai. Bhale hi uska pahanava badal gaya ho, bhale hi woh shehar ke dhang mein dhal gayi ho, lekin uska bhola-pan aur sanskar bilkul wahi Ahmedabad wale hain.
Unhe mehsoos hua ki Daya ne khud ko ek modern lekin sanskari nari ke roop mein kitni khoobsurti se dhala hai. Ye dekh kar Champaklal ji ke dil mein Daya ke liye izzat aur pyar pehle se dugna ho gaya. Unhe ab samajh aa raha tha ki kyun Jethalal hamesha Daya ki itni tareef karta hai.
Daya ne muskurate hue kaha, "Bapuji, aapko pasand aaya bas mere liye wahi sabse badi baat hai. Aap thoda aur lijiye na!"
Champaklal ji ne muskurakar haan kaha
Raat ka sannata tha, lekin Champaklal ji ki aankhon mein neend koshon door thi. Nayi jagah aur shehar ka shor unhe bechain kar raha tha. Tapu gehri neend mein tha, toh Champaklal dhere se uth kar balcony mein aa gaye taaki thodi thandi hawa kha sakein.
Gokuldham ki us shaant raat mein, unki nazarein saamne wale wing ki balcony par gayi, jahan Mehta Sahab (Taarak) apni aaram kursi par baithe the. Unki god mein Anjali kisi chhoti bachchi ki tarah sar rakh kar sukun se baithi thi. Champaklal ne dekha ki Taarak bade pyaar se Anjali ke baalon ko sahla rahe the aur beech-beech mein unke maathe ko choom rahe the. Dono dheere-dheere baatein kar rahe the, jo Champaklal ko sunai toh nahi de rahi thi, lekin unka prem saaf jhalak raha tha.
Ye manzar dekh kar Champaklal ji ka dil bhar aaya. Unhe wo din yaad aa gaye jab Ahmedabad mein, sab ke sone ke baad, woh bhi Jethalal ki maa ke saath isi tarah chhat par baith kar dher saari baatein aur thodi chulbuli masti kiya karte the. Un purani yaadon ne unke chehre par ek halki muskan la di.
Unhe ehsaas hua ki shehar ki is daag-bhari zindagi mein bhi logon ne apne rishton ki narmi aur mohabbat ko zinda rakha hai. Tabhi unka dhyan gaya ki Daya bhi hall ki balcony se shayad bahar ki hawa lene aayi hai.
Raat ke us sannate mein, Champaklal ji ki saansein tab atak gayi jab unhone dekha ki Daya apni balcony mein aayi hai. Woh apni rozmarra ki saree mein nahi thi, balki sirf peticoat aur blouse mein thi. Blouse ki pichli doriyaan khuli hui uski kamar par lehra rahi thi, aur aisa lag raha tha jaise woh thandi hawa ka poora lutf uthana chahti ho.
Daya ne apni aankhein band kar li aur gehari saans bhari. Usne thoda chulbulapan dikhate hue apne peticoat ko dheere-dheere upar sarakana shuru kiya. Champaklal ji ne dekha ki uski gori aur makhan jaisi tangein chandni raat mein chamak rahi thi.
Woh itni hairaan-pareshan halat mein the ki apni nazar hatana unke liye mushkil ho raha tha. Daya ko is baat ka ehsaas nahi tha ki koi unhe dekh raha hai; woh bas shehar ki us band zindagi se thodi der ke liye azad hokar gaon jaisa khulapan mehsoos karna chahti thi.
Wahi dusri taraf, Anjali Bhabhi ki nazar bhi Daya par padi. Unhone turant muskurate hue Taarak ki aankhon par apna hath rakh diya. Anjali ne dheere se kaha, "Kya dekh rahe ho aap? Mujhe dekho yahan! Ye Daya Bhabhi bhi na... koi dekh lega toh kya kahega?"
Taarak ne shararat se haste hue jawab diya, "Anjali, tumne meri aankhein toh band kar di hain, lekin jo kismat wala is waqt ye nazara dekh raha hoga, uske toh bhagya hi khul gaye honge!" Iske baad Taarak ne ek khoobsurat shayari sunayi:
"Husn ka ye desi avatar, jaise chandni ki ho bauchar, Ghazal ban jaye har ada unki, jab khule aasmaan tale ho aisa deedar!"
Daya abhi bhi apni hi dhun mein thi, thandi hawa ke jhokon ko apne jism par mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Taarak ne dheere se Anjali ka narm hath apni aankhon se hataya aur gehraayi se uski aankhon mein dekha. Anjali ki sharm aur us thandi hawa ne mahol mein ek ajeeb si bechaini bhar di thi. Taarak ne muskura kar ek shayari kahi:
"Zulfon mein chupi hai raat ki sargoshi, Aankhon mein chhalkti hai thodi si madhoshi, Khule aasmaan tale jo ye roop nikhra hai, Ise dekh kar toh chand mein bhi thodi khamoshi hai!"
Anjali ye sunkar bilkul gulabi ho gayi. Udhar Champaklal ji abhi bhi thitak kar apni bahu Daya ko dekh rahe the. Unhe hairani ho rahi thi ki Daya ki tangein, jo hamesha parde mein rehti thin, chandni mein kitni chamak rahi hain. Taarak ka mann bhi ek pal ko bhatka, lekin Anjali ke gusse se darte hue usne apni poori tawajjo apni patni par rakhi.
Taarak ne Anjali ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar fusfusaya, "Anjali, dekho na Daya bhabhi kitni befikar hain... kya tumhara dil nahi ho raha unki tarah azad hone ka?"
Anjali ne jhoot-moot ka bholapan dikhate hue pucha, "Kya matlab Taarak? Saaf-saaf kaho na."
Taarak ne uske hothon ko halka sa chuma aur bola, "Mera matlab hai ki is thandi hawa ka maza tumhare jism ko bhi milna chahiye. Inhe azad kar do na..." Kehte hue Taarak ka hath Anjali ke gown ke upar wale button par gaya.
Anjali ki saansein tez ho gayi. Use darr tha ki koi dekh lega, lekin wahi darr uske badan mein ek naya josh bhar raha tha. Taarak ne dheere se button khola aur Anjali ke narm, gulabi stan us gown ki qaid se bahar aa gaye. Un par bane chote-chote pink nipples us thandak mein aur bhi ubhar aaye the. Taarak ne unhe sahlate hue kaha, "Anjali, I love you... tumhari is khubsurati par toh koi bhi kurbaan ho jaye."
Usi pal, Champaklal ji ki nazar bhatak kar samne wali balcony par chali gayi. Anjali ko us haalat mein dekh kar unke hosh udd gaye. Unka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Unhe laga jaise unhone koi paap kar diya ho. Woh turant balcony se piche hate aur kamre mein aa gaye.
Unka pura badan paseene se tar-batar tha. Woh soch rahe the ki agar unhe kisi ne dekh liya hota, toh unki saalon ki izzat mitti mein mil jati. Lekin dimaag ke kisi kone mein, Daya ka wo befikar roop aur Anjali ki wo khuli hui khubsurati ab bhi ghoom rahi thi, jisne unki neend poori tarah uda di thi.
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Champaklal ji jab Ahmedabad se Mumbai ki train se utre, toh unki aankhon mein apne bete ke naye ghar ko dekhne ki utsukta thi. Station par Jethalal, Daya aur Tapu unka intezar kar rahe dhey
Jaise hi Champaklal ne saamne dekha, woh dang reh gaye. Tapu, jo unki god mein khelta tha, ab 18 saal ka ek lamba-choura naujawan ban chuka tha. Lekin sabse bada badlav unhone Daya mein dekha.
Jab Daya pehli baar bahu bankar aayi thi, tab woh ek dubli-patli aur behad sharmili ladki thi. Lekin aaj, 40 ki umar mein, uska vyaktitv puri tarah khil chuka tha. Usne ek sundar silk ki saree pehni thi aur shehar ke dhang mein thoda modern touch apnaya tha. Uske blouse ka gehra gala aur peeth par bandhi doriyaan uske naye aur vishwas-bhare roop ko darsha rahi thi.
Daya ne aage badhkar Champaklal ke pair chhuye. Champaklal ne dekha ki ab woh pehle jaisi sehmi hui beti nahi, balki pure ghar ko sambhalne wali ek atmanirbhar mahila ban gayi hai. Uske badan ki banawat aur chal-dhaal mein ek alag hi madakta aur garv tha, jise dekh kar Champaklal ko apni jawani ke din yaad aa gaye.
Jethalal ne kaha, "Bapu ji, ghar chaliye, Daya ne aapke liye dher saari taiyariyaan ki hain."
Ghar pahunchte hi, Champaklal ne dekha ki Daya ne pure ghar ko kitne salike se sajaya hai. Har kone mein uski mehnat aur mamta dikh rahi thi. Sham ko jab sab dining table par baithe, toh Champaklal ne mehsus kiya ki shehar ne Daya ko badla toh hai, lekin uska sanskar wahi purana hai.
Gokuldham Society ke compound mein kadam rakhte hi Champaklal ji ki aankhein fati ki fati reh gayi. Gaon ki sadgi ke baad, yahan ka nazara unke liye kisi sapne jaisa tha. Ek-ek karke sabhi mahilaayein unka swagat karne aayi, aur Champaklal ji ka mann chakkar khane laga.
Wahan Anjali apni fitness aur modern salwar-kameez mein thi, Madhavi ki Marathi sadgi mein ek alag hi garima thi, aur Roshan ka bindaas andaaz aur Babita ki glamorous personality dekh kar Champaklal ji ko laga jaise woh kisi alag hi duniya mein aa gaye hain. Har prant ki khoobsurti ek hi jagah dekh kar unka mann thoda dolne laga, lekin unki nazarein ghum-phir kar apni bahu Daya par hi tik jati thin.
Daya un sabke beech sabse alag aur "bhari-poori" lag rahi thi. Champaklal ji ne dekha ki kaise shehar ki hawa ne unki bahu ko ek naya roop de diya hai. Jab Daya jhuk kar bado ka aashirwad le rahi thi ya mehmaano ko sambhal rahi thi, toh uske badan ka nikhaar aur blouse se jhalakti uski banawat Champaklal ji ko bechain kar rahi thi. Unhe bar-bar apni patni ki yaad aa rahi thi, kyunki Daya mein ab wahi purana "madakta" wala ehsaas tha jo unhone saalon pehle dekha tha.
Ghar pahunchte hi, sab thoda thak chuke thhe. Jethalal aur Tapu baaton mein lage thhe, lekin Champaklal ki aankhein bas Daya ka picha kar rahi thin.
Dining table par baithte hi Champaklal ji ke saamne unke pasandida garma-garam pakwan parose gaye. Jaise hi unhone pehla niwala liya, unki aankhein band ho gayi aur chehre par ek sukoon aa gaya.
Unke muh se be-ikhtiyar nikal gaya, "Jethiya! Bilkul teri maa ke haathon ka swad aa raha hai itne saalon baad... Wah bahu, kya swad hai!"
Champaklal ji ne ye baat bade hi gehrayi se kahi aur unki nazarein seedha Daya par tiki thi. Daya, jo itne waqt se apne sasur ki pasand ka khayal rakh rahi thi, itni badi tareef sunkar bilkul laal ho gayi. Usne thoda sharmate hue apna sir niche kar liya aur apni saree ka pallu thik karne lagi.
Champaklal ji ne dekha ki kaise unki bahu ki woh purani sharm aur haya abhi bhi barkaraar hai. Bhale hi uska pahanava badal gaya ho, bhale hi woh shehar ke dhang mein dhal gayi ho, lekin uska bhola-pan aur sanskar bilkul wahi Ahmedabad wale hain.
Unhe mehsoos hua ki Daya ne khud ko ek modern lekin sanskari nari ke roop mein kitni khoobsurti se dhala hai. Ye dekh kar Champaklal ji ke dil mein Daya ke liye izzat aur pyar pehle se dugna ho gaya. Unhe ab samajh aa raha tha ki kyun Jethalal hamesha Daya ki itni tareef karta hai.
Daya ne muskurate hue kaha, "Bapuji, aapko pasand aaya bas mere liye wahi sabse badi baat hai. Aap thoda aur lijiye na!"
Champaklal ji ne muskurakar haan kaha
Raat ka sannata tha, lekin Champaklal ji ki aankhon mein neend koshon door thi. Nayi jagah aur shehar ka shor unhe bechain kar raha tha. Tapu gehri neend mein tha, toh Champaklal dhere se uth kar balcony mein aa gaye taaki thodi thandi hawa kha sakein.
Gokuldham ki us shaant raat mein, unki nazarein saamne wale wing ki balcony par gayi, jahan Mehta Sahab (Taarak) apni aaram kursi par baithe the. Unki god mein Anjali kisi chhoti bachchi ki tarah sar rakh kar sukun se baithi thi. Champaklal ne dekha ki Taarak bade pyaar se Anjali ke baalon ko sahla rahe the aur beech-beech mein unke maathe ko choom rahe the. Dono dheere-dheere baatein kar rahe the, jo Champaklal ko sunai toh nahi de rahi thi, lekin unka prem saaf jhalak raha tha.
Ye manzar dekh kar Champaklal ji ka dil bhar aaya. Unhe wo din yaad aa gaye jab Ahmedabad mein, sab ke sone ke baad, woh bhi Jethalal ki maa ke saath isi tarah chhat par baith kar dher saari baatein aur thodi chulbuli masti kiya karte the. Un purani yaadon ne unke chehre par ek halki muskan la di.
Unhe ehsaas hua ki shehar ki is daag-bhari zindagi mein bhi logon ne apne rishton ki narmi aur mohabbat ko zinda rakha hai. Tabhi unka dhyan gaya ki Daya bhi hall ki balcony se shayad bahar ki hawa lene aayi hai.
Raat ke us sannate mein, Champaklal ji ki saansein tab atak gayi jab unhone dekha ki Daya apni balcony mein aayi hai. Woh apni rozmarra ki saree mein nahi thi, balki sirf peticoat aur blouse mein thi. Blouse ki pichli doriyaan khuli hui uski kamar par lehra rahi thi, aur aisa lag raha tha jaise woh thandi hawa ka poora lutf uthana chahti ho.
Daya ne apni aankhein band kar li aur gehari saans bhari. Usne thoda chulbulapan dikhate hue apne peticoat ko dheere-dheere upar sarakana shuru kiya. Champaklal ji ne dekha ki uski gori aur makhan jaisi tangein chandni raat mein chamak rahi thi.
Woh itni hairaan-pareshan halat mein the ki apni nazar hatana unke liye mushkil ho raha tha. Daya ko is baat ka ehsaas nahi tha ki koi unhe dekh raha hai; woh bas shehar ki us band zindagi se thodi der ke liye azad hokar gaon jaisa khulapan mehsoos karna chahti thi.
Wahi dusri taraf, Anjali Bhabhi ki nazar bhi Daya par padi. Unhone turant muskurate hue Taarak ki aankhon par apna hath rakh diya. Anjali ne dheere se kaha, "Kya dekh rahe ho aap? Mujhe dekho yahan! Ye Daya Bhabhi bhi na... koi dekh lega toh kya kahega?"
Taarak ne shararat se haste hue jawab diya, "Anjali, tumne meri aankhein toh band kar di hain, lekin jo kismat wala is waqt ye nazara dekh raha hoga, uske toh bhagya hi khul gaye honge!" Iske baad Taarak ne ek khoobsurat shayari sunayi:
"Husn ka ye desi avatar, jaise chandni ki ho bauchar, Ghazal ban jaye har ada unki, jab khule aasmaan tale ho aisa deedar!"
Daya abhi bhi apni hi dhun mein thi, thandi hawa ke jhokon ko apne jism par mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Taarak ne dheere se Anjali ka narm hath apni aankhon se hataya aur gehraayi se uski aankhon mein dekha. Anjali ki sharm aur us thandi hawa ne mahol mein ek ajeeb si bechaini bhar di thi. Taarak ne muskura kar ek shayari kahi:
"Zulfon mein chupi hai raat ki sargoshi, Aankhon mein chhalkti hai thodi si madhoshi, Khule aasmaan tale jo ye roop nikhra hai, Ise dekh kar toh chand mein bhi thodi khamoshi hai!"
Anjali ye sunkar bilkul gulabi ho gayi. Udhar Champaklal ji abhi bhi thitak kar apni bahu Daya ko dekh rahe the. Unhe hairani ho rahi thi ki Daya ki tangein, jo hamesha parde mein rehti thin, chandni mein kitni chamak rahi hain. Taarak ka mann bhi ek pal ko bhatka, lekin Anjali ke gusse se darte hue usne apni poori tawajjo apni patni par rakhi.
Taarak ne Anjali ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar fusfusaya, "Anjali, dekho na Daya bhabhi kitni befikar hain... kya tumhara dil nahi ho raha unki tarah azad hone ka?"
Anjali ne jhoot-moot ka bholapan dikhate hue pucha, "Kya matlab Taarak? Saaf-saaf kaho na."
Taarak ne uske hothon ko halka sa chuma aur bola, "Mera matlab hai ki is thandi hawa ka maza tumhare jism ko bhi milna chahiye. Inhe azad kar do na..." Kehte hue Taarak ka hath Anjali ke gown ke upar wale button par gaya.
Anjali ki saansein tez ho gayi. Use darr tha ki koi dekh lega, lekin wahi darr uske badan mein ek naya josh bhar raha tha. Taarak ne dheere se button khola aur Anjali ke narm, gulabi stan us gown ki qaid se bahar aa gaye. Un par bane chote-chote pink nipples us thandak mein aur bhi ubhar aaye the. Taarak ne unhe sahlate hue kaha, "Anjali, I love you... tumhari is khubsurati par toh koi bhi kurbaan ho jaye."
Usi pal, Champaklal ji ki nazar bhatak kar samne wali balcony par chali gayi. Anjali ko us haalat mein dekh kar unke hosh udd gaye. Unka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Unhe laga jaise unhone koi paap kar diya ho. Woh turant balcony se piche hate aur kamre mein aa gaye.
Unka pura badan paseene se tar-batar tha. Woh soch rahe the ki agar unhe kisi ne dekh liya hota, toh unki saalon ki izzat mitti mein mil jati. Lekin dimaag ke kisi kone mein, Daya ka wo befikar roop aur Anjali ki wo khuli hui khubsurati ab bhi ghoom rahi thi, jisne unki neend poori tarah uda di thi.
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Whao bhai ye story kuch alag hone wali hai maza aa gaya kya shuruwat ki hau waiting for more exciting updates
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