Vanraj's POV

Thakur Vanraj Singh...

Mera naam sirf ek naam nahi... ek darr hai.

Log kehte hain mera naam sunte hi khoon jam jaata hai.

Jaise maut ne khud apna ghar meri muthi mein bana liya ho.

Koi kehta hai maut mere ishare par chalti hai...

Koi kehta hai main maut ke siwa sab kuch deta hoon...

Aur phir log maut ke liye tadapte rehte hain.

Koi meri khamoshi se darta hai, to koi nazro se...

Koi mere naam se darta hai, koi mere maujoodgi se...

Par koi ye nahi jaanta...

Ye Vanraj jise duniya haiwaan kehti hai... wo haiwaan bana kaise.

Koi yakeen nahi karega...

Ki ye aadmi kabhi kisi ke liye jhukta bhi hai.

Koi soch bhi nahi sakta...

Ki kisi ne is dil par hukumat bhi ki hai.

Koi nahi jaanta...

Ki ye Vanraj kabhi kisi ke ishq mein Meera bana...

Kabhi uske naam ka jogi bana...

Kabhi uske pyaar ka Raanjha bana.

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Yati sharma

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Duniya ko lagta hai maine usse zabardasti apna banaya.

Par sach...

Sach ye hai ki usne khud mujhe haq diya tha.

Usne khud mujhe apna hone ki ijazat di thi.

Yati Sharma...

Ye naam mere dil par nahi... meri rooh par likha hai.

Rajgarh ke us haadse se nahi...

Main use tab se jaanta hoon...

Jab usne iss duniya mein pehli saans li thi.

Use tabse janta hu jabse usne chalna seekha tha.

Tabse janta hu jabse usne mera naam lena seekha tha.

Or sirf ek wahi hai...jo mujhe vanraj...ya thakur saheb nhi...

balki...

Apne pyar se bulati hai...

Meine usse jeena seekha hai...

Usse hansna seekha hai...

Usko khone ka khayal

meri rooh Tak to hila deta hai...

Uske durr jaane ke khwab

meri saansein rok deta hai...

To agr duniya ko lagta hai ki

meine usko zabardasti apna banaya hai

To ye unki sabse badi galatfehmi hai...

Kyunki uska banne ke liye to meine bhagwan se bhi ladai ki hai...

Meri Yati.

Sirf meri.

Meri hai wo...

Par jitni wo meri hai...

Usse kahin zyada mein uska ho chuka hu...

Aur ye duniya kabhi nahi samjhegi...

Ki ek haiwaan ka sabse bada darr...

Uski maut nahi...

Uska ishq hota hai.

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Recap.

"Dil aa gya hai tum par, or kal humari shadi hai..."

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"Aainda agr bina sir par dupatta kiye neeche ayi to taange Tod dunga..."

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"Aap ek haiwaan hain, or hum ek haiwaan ki biwi banna kabhi nhi apnayenge."

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"Jaan lene ke liye... teri ye hansi hi kaafi hai, ae zaalima..."

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"Or mujhe is kadar majboor mat karo... ki tumhe uss akhiri tarah se bhi apna banane ke liye zabardasti bistar tak le jaana pade..."

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"Meri Zaalima..."

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"Aap hume baar baar Zaalima kyu keh rhe hain?"

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"Meri gilhari..."

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“Pyar karte hain hum aapse… Vanraj.”

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“Tum soch bhi nahi sakti… jab-jab tumne is duniya mein saans li hai… tab-tab main kitni baar tumhare ishq mein gira hoon. Tumhari ek hansi pe mera ye haiwaan bhi fida ho jata hai.”

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Author's POV

Ye kahani haiwaaniyat ki nahi hai.

Ye kahani zabardasti ki nahi hai.

Ye kahani hai...

Ek aise ishq ki...

Jisme ek aadmi ne apna naam, apni shaan, apna gussa...

Sab kuch daav par laga diya.

'Uske naam japte-japte...

Main Thakur se jogi bana.

Jogi se deewana.

Aur deewane se bhakt.'

Log kehte hain usne ek ladki ko qaid kiya.

Log kehte hain usne zabardasti shaadi ki.

Par kaun samjhega...

Ki jise duniya qaid samjhi...

Wo kisi ki poori duniya thi.

Ye kahani ek haiwaan ki nahi...

Ek aise deewane ki hai...

Jiska ishq itna gehra tha...

Ki na bhagwan mita sake...

Na insaan.

Thakur Vanraj Singh.

Ek naam.

Ek darr.

Aur ek aisa ishq...

Jo ibadat ban gaya.

Yati × Vanraj

Her devotee × His devotion