For the past half a day, the sabha took place. Every minister brought their departmental issues before him and he gave the appropriate solutions and wayouts after discussions. It was nearly evening when a gentle wind stroked his cheek making it wet. He just got reminded of some beautiful glimpse that didn't let him sleep yesterday.
Those big brown eyes surrounded by thick black kajal, the dense long lashes that danced with the water vapours as she stroked the wet green cloth in the air before handing it. Her small fleshy bare waist that was peeking way too much from her little blouse that exposed her waist and lower curve of soothing breasts when she extended her small frame upwards in order to hand the cloth. Unbinding and non-existing beauty. Mrityunjay yet again forgot to breathe. He further got memories of her thick long knee length hair, floating as if waves of the arab ocean and the never ending charm that this woman possessed in her holy husn.
His dreamy eyes and a slight curve of smile didn't go unnoticed by dhanush. He was more curious and inquisitive. Also, mrityunjay’s innumerable attempts to dismiss elongated conversations (which were important for state affairs), disturbed dhanush. The sabha finally came to an end and Mrityunjay left for bathe, and later called Dhanush for a cup of tea at the rooftop of samrajya mahal.
“Maharaj, yeh basti jo aap dekh rahen hain, yeh rajya dwara sainikon ko di gayi zameen hai. Vo ghar jahan ab vo harri saari nahi hai----
Dhanush shaked blue as soon as mrityunjay eyed him as he felt a mock in dhanush’s tone.
“Maharaj! Kshama maharaj.”
Watching Mrityunjay relax his muscles on the pillow again, Dhanush continued releasing his stuck breath, “Hukkum vo ghar senapatti Duwapar ko nyukt kiya gaya tha. Veh apke daada huzoor, Maharaja Advitiwa ji ke khaas sena nayako me se ek tha. Philhal uss ghar ka mukhiya, unka potra- Sallaan shivalya basta hai.”
“Hmm---”
“H-hukkum! Voh-voh ye Sallaan humari tukdi me kuch khaas audhe pe nahi hai. Na hi isme koi anokhi furti hai. Jo humari samandra (ocean) sena hai, yeh usme ek nichli tukdi ka nayak hai. Iske kaam me lesh matra bhi safai nahi hai aur---
“Ye sallaan kya hai kon hai iska hisaab hume nahi chahiye BEWAKOOF.”
“Kshama kshama maalik”
“Jo sunna chahte hai wo sunao. Iss sallaan ke ghar me kon kon hai.”
“Do aurat-en hain huzoor.”
“Do gharanee hain?" Mrityunjay asked.
“Je maharaj. Aap kahen toh apni joru (wife) ko kahun dosti karne ko?”
Mrityunjay rolled his eyes and interrogated, “Naam kya hai inn auraton ka- hulia bayan karen”
“Hhukkum-hum kaise hulia bataye- aur naam--hukkum jisse mere bhagwaan ne dekha ho usse main aankh utha ke bhi kaise dekh sakta hoon?”
Mrityunjay was deeply frustrated and tempered with this man who literally found nothing great after making him wait for a day. He was really disappointed and angry but he couldn't agree more to the point that this man was the loyalest amongst all and if wanted that man could even give his life for the king.
“Bewakoof- kuch kaam ka nahi laaye ho. Dafa ho jao fauran.”
“Hukkum Hukkum- maloom hua hai ki tarah tarah ke matke aur mitti ke bartan banake beychte hain ye. Stree-jan yahan apne vastra bhi silvati hain. Zaroor ye vo aurat hi karti hogi.”
“Hmmm-- mitti ke bartan banati hai--doosri bhi toh kar sakti hai. Kuch saaf samajh nahi ban parahi hai.” He lazily regarded it.
“Na na hukkum ab budhiya aurat iss umr me kahan se bartan banayegi??”
“KYAA!??” Mrityunjay immediately stood up.
“Jee maalik ek budhiya hai aur doosri abhi abhi yovan (youth) me aayi hai.”
Mrityunjay baffled his nose and strongly urged to slap his silly wafadaar.
“Toh yeh khabar ab bataoge nikkamme. Aur kuch hai toh batao varna humare haath tumhari gardan ke pyasse hai.”
“---naah naah hukkum bas yahi jaan payen hai. Rajmata ne kal poora din Kutumbinni devi ke swagat ki taiyarriyon me lagaye rakha. parr--”
“Parr---?”
“Jab maalik uss harri saari wali ke vishay me utsukk hain, toh kyun na nagar safar par chalen- aam admi ke libaaz me, aur aate waqt kuch mitti ke bartan dekhte aayen.”
This suggestion did wonders to mrityunjay’s anger. The wind blew it away as if it never existed, as if he just won a yudha that nobody could have ever thought of.He immediately passed a beautiful, fresh and sharp dagger to Dhanush as a gift and further discussed the plan.
Informing the rajmata, dhanush prepared everything that mrityunjay asked for. Soon as the sun peeked, both left as one in locals in the kingdom. Dhanush thought that the king would like to wander in the kingdom, but it seemed as if he was least interested. After an hour of wandering, both took a tanga (vehicle) and left for the basti.
“Hukkum-- maane saaro kuch dekho, par sallaan ki koi beti ya bahu hai ko ni.” dhanush whispered in his master’s ears.
“Uhmm- aacha, uski umhr ke hisaab se ko vo uski beti hi maloom hoti hai. Kya pata behan ho, sagi na ho, durr ki ho.”
“Sahi farmaya sahib.”
“Aagye bhaya, poore 5 paisa hue.” the tanga puller called the both.
“Nah doon 5 paise nah doon, 3 paise me baat hui thi.” Dhanush fought as a teenage girl making mrityunjay surprised with ‘what the fuck’ face. There were rest of the people in the tanga and mrityunjay felt embarrassed.
“Arre bhayya, 3 rupee ek savari ka hai. Itni jhik-jhik ke baad toh 5 me dono ko laya hoon, ab aur nahi sununga, paise nikaal.”
“Itni jurraat ki tu mujhe….”
Mrityunjay immediately held him and glared hard. He paid the entire 6 paise and the tanga departed cursing dhanush.
“Hukkum-6 paise? 5 dene the na.” Dhanush pouted.
“Dhanush I swear as soon as we reach back mahal, I AM--”
“Samajhgaya hukkum samajhgaya.” he couldn't face mrityunjay’s glaring face so he changed the direction of the conversion.
“Yeh dekhiye hukkum, ye wala ghar hai. Issi ghar me hai vo harri saari ki malkin.”
As soon as Mrityunjay saw the house, an unexpected nervousness grew inside him. His hands felt sweaty and cheeks flattered with a sudden gush of blood.
“HAHAHA, hukkum aap ghabra rahen hai?? Iss aurat ko toh hum maangye bhai.”
“Namakool! Bakwaas band karen aur batayen ab kaise baat kari jaye?”
“Hum saari tayari ke saath aayen hai maalik. Dekhiye.”
He took out a raw piece of cloth and handed it over to Mrityunjay, explaining to him the strategy.
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