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Part-4
"Baojiraj! Aap sun bhi rahe hai
hum aap se kya keh rahe hai?" said a frustrated chakrapani who was by now
really irritated by his unattentive friend. "Jabse hum laute hai hum tabse apko
dekh rahe hai. Aapko hum kuch kehte hai
to aap use na sunkar khoye khoye se rehte hai"
"Aisa kuch nahin hai Chakrapani.
Hum to bass aise hi..."replied Pratap who was cut off in the middle by
Chakrapani.
"nahin Baojiraj. Kuch to avashya
hai. Hum jab bhi aapse aapke vichitra vyavahar ka karan puchte hai tab aap yahi
kehti hai. Parantu hum jaante hai. Aapko apne mitra ko batana hai parega
Baojirjaj.
"Aap bhi na Chakrapani. Hum to
bas Afghano dwara kiye gaye uss akraman se chintit the.We apni haar ka badla
lene ke liye hum par akraman kar sakte hai. Bas yehi soch rahe the. Aur kuch
nahin."said Pratap in order to convince his friend. Yes, he was telling the
truth but missing a part of it was missing which he himself didn't know.
"Hmmm. To sirf wahi ek karan hai
aapke chintit tahtha VICHALIT rehne ka?" asked a voice inside himself which
came from a corner of his heart. "To? Aur kya ho sakta hai? Bhala hum
Chakrapani se jhoot kyon kehenge?" said Pratap to that unknown voice.
"Guptacharon ke khabron ke anusaar Mahmud Shah ne Bijolia par akraman karne ke
vichar chor diya hai. Humaari sainikon
ki tookriyan bhi tainaat hai . Raoji ne to apko ashwasan bhi diya hai ki
Afghanon ke humla karne ki koi ummeed nahin hai. Baat to kuch aur hai." Said
that voice who was not leaving any stone unturned to prove Pratap wrong. "Hum
ne kaha na yahi baat hai..." said Pratap who was trying his best to convince
that voice. "HA HA HA HA HA HA! Aa sabse jhoot bol sakte hai parantu apne aap
se nahin" that voice was in no mood to be convinced before making Pratap admit
the truth. "To aapko lagta hai hum Ajabde ke bare mein soch rahe the" said
Pratap angrily when suddenly realization dawned upon him. He was himself
surprised by what he said a couple of seconds earlier. " HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
laughed that voice again but this time with a sense of victory in its voice.
"Humne abhi aisa kyon kaha?" Pratap was confused by his own behavior.
Seeing his friend mumbling Chakrapani
said "Kuch to baat hai. Khair chodiye
aapse behas karte hum jo batane aapko yahan aaye the who to bhul hi gaye
the."
"Kaun si baat?"
"Baojiraj aapka bohot bohot
dhanyavaad. Yadi aap nahi hote to humara vivah Saubhagyawati se pakka nahin hua
hota" said Chakrapani greatfully.
"Aapko hume dhanyavaad dene ki
koi avashyakta nahin hai. Humare kehne se zyada unhone aapki virta ko dekhar
iss vivah ke liye haan kiya hai." Said Pratap.
"Fir bhi Baojiraj aapka Purohit
ji se jaakar baat karne liye dhanyavaad"
"Koi baat nahin hum aapne mitra
ke liye itna to kar hi sakte hai."
"Baojiraj hum ab chalet hai. Hume
ek zaruri kaam tha." With that Chakrapani started leaving Pratap's room when he
noticed one the sandook (box which was used for keeping cloths) in the room
wide open.
Seeing it he went there to close
it while saying " Baojiraj. Yhe kya? Yeh khula kyon hai. Hum isse band kar dete
hai." To which Pratap nodded.
Chakrapani was about to close it
when something caught his eyes. A torn piece of blue georgette (a type of fabric)
cloth with faded blood stains in it, kept neatly there. He was confused by
seeing. Why was this torn piece of cloth kept in Baojiraj's sandook with so
much of care?
"Baojiraj, yeh kapre ka chithra
aapke sandook mein kya kar rahe hai? Aapne ise itne sambhal kar kyon rakha
hai?" asked Chakrapani gesturing towards the piece of cloth.
Pratap hurriedly came towards the
box and closed it at once."Yeh kapra.yeh to bas aise hi humne rakh diya tha
aur..." he tried to think of some silly excuses to answer his friend.
"Nahin baojiraj. Koi to wajah
hai. Yaad aaya! Yeh to wahi kapra hai na
jo humne aapko haath ke chot me bandha hua dekha tha uss din. Haan haan
yeh wahi hai. Parantu aapne isse apne paas kyon rakh diya hai?" now it was
getting even more hard for Chakrapani to understand everything. He was not
aware of the incident related to this piece of cloth.
"Hum ne kaha na kuch nahin hai.
Aap aaj kal kitne sawaal puchte hai. Aapko to koi mahtwapoorn karya karna tha
na? Jaiye jaiye." Pratap was trying his best to get rid of the questions by
Chakrapani.
"Haan haan. Ja rahe hai
Baojiraj." He left from there.
Pratap was really irritated. Why
the hell was Chakrapani asking so many questions? "Kuch bhi puchte rehte hai
Chakrapani."
"Kyon? Unhone sahi hi to kiya.
Unke jagah mein koi bhi hota to yahi puchta." That voice was back "Koi to karan
hoga ki aapne iss kapre ke chithre ko itne sambhal kar rakha hai." It said
trying to act innocent.
"Karan? Kaun sa karan? Hum nahin
jaante..." said Pratap who was himself unaware of the reason.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA!" that voice
laughed mockingly and then disappeared.
"Hum scah mein nahin
jaante...*sigh* nahin jaante hum" said Pratap slowly.
He opened that sandook and took
out that cloth. He caressed it slowly. Past memories flooded him. He could
clearly see Ajabde's concerned face. The way she was tying that cloth around
his arm...with so much care. As he saw that he felt something. Something he
never felt before. An unknown feeling it was. Soothing it was.
Carefully Pratap put that cloth
back in its place and went out of his room.
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"Ajabde aapko yeh chot kaise
aaayi? Aur aapne hume bataya bhi nahin. Btayiye Ajabde?" said Hansa who was
really concerned to see Ajabde's wound.
"Who chama kijiye maa. Humne
aapko nahin bataya. Hume laga aap khamakha hi chintit hongi. Is isliye" said
Ajabde giving her brother back to her mother.
"Aap bhi na Ajabde. Ab yeh batayie
ki aapko yeh chot aayi kaise?"
"Woh maa hum...before she could
say anything she heard a dasi saying that Raoji was coming.
"Maa hum chalet hai. Data hume
yahan dekhenge to bohot krodhit ho jayenge." Said Ajabde hurriedly and left
from there.
She was walking and was lost in
her own thoughts. Those memories were fresh in her mind. His concerned face was visible in front of her eyes. The
pain that she saw in those eyes seeing her in pain. His protectiveness for her.
"Yeh hum kya soch rahe hai? Kunwar Pratap to hai hi aise. Wo sada sabki raksha
karte hai." Said Ajabde to herself. "Acha? Yadi yehi baat hai to to ve ladte
waqt aapki taraf hi zyadatar sameye kyon dekh rahe the? Kyon who apne mitron ke
mana karne ke baad bhi aapko bachane ke liye khud ko uss Afghan ke hawale kar
diya tha? Bataiye." Asked a voice which came from an unknown corner of her
soul. "Nahin aisi baat nahin hai. Wo apne mitron ka khayal rakhte hai isliye..."
"Acha to yehi wajah hai? HA HA HA! Ajabde, ab apne aap se jhoot bolne ka koi
fayde nahin hai. Aur aap? Aapne jab kunwar Pratap ko ghayal dekha to aapko itna
dard kyon mehsoos hua. Aapne unke ankhon mein who kaise dekh liya jo koi nahin
dekh paya?" it was too eager to make her aware of the fact which she didn't
know but the voice certainly did. "Kya? Kuch nahin hai aisa.aisa kuch nahin hai..." said Ajade.
"Kab tak jhoot bolengi aap apne apse?
Aakhir kab tak?" With that it faded away.
"Yeh hume kya ho raha hai. Hume
kuch samajh nahin aa raha. Kuch nahi. Yeh ehsaas..."*sigh*
Ajabde was so lost in her
thoughts she did not notice someone coming towards her nor did that person.
"Aah!" both of them exclaimed as
they bumped into eachother.
"Aap Laal Baiji? Woh hume chama
kardijiye. Humne aapko dekha nahi hai" said Ajabde when she noticed a
khanjar (knife type) lying in the floor. It took her no time to understand that
it had fell down from Gauhar Jaan's hand. She was confused. Why would a dance
teacher carry a khanjar with her.
As soon as Gauhar realized that
Ajabde had seen that khanjar and was doubting her, she quickly said, "Koi baat
nahin. Dekha to humne bhi aapko nahin. Aa..Aap jaanti hai yeh khanjar kiska
hai? Hume lagta hai yeh Jalam Singh ka hai. Hum unhe hi yeh dene jaa rahe the."
She smartly handled the situation but not knowing her mistake.
"Aap yeh Jalam Singh ko dene jaa
rahi thi? Tab aap galat marg par jaa rahi hai. Woh to abhi wahan uss wale kash
mein gaye." Just now she saw him enter that room. She felt that there was definitely
something that Laal Bai was hiding from her.
"Acha? Hum bhi na. Hume marg
dikhane ke liye shukriya. Hum chalet hai" Said Gauhar jaan trying to hide her
anger on Ajabde.
"Iss ladki ki wajah se ek baar
fir hum Pratap ko maar nahin paaye. Pratap, tum humse nahin bachoge." Gauhar thought
and went away from there.
"Hum Laal Bai ji ko kya keh rahe
hai? Hum to khud hi galat marg par jaa rahe the." She smiled to herself and
went to the right direction.
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