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Amol Mumbai ke private jet terminal par aata hai.
Aapko lagega ki Amol aur Angha middle-class hain, lekin aisa nahi hai. Dono bahut paise wale hain, lekin hamesha apne aapko ground se juda hua rakhte hain aur paisa aur power ka nasha chadhne nahi dete. Par haal filhaal ke dino me Angha me thoda change aa gaya tha—zyada nahi, par haan, thoda sa.
Ye saare aircraft unki company ne lease pe liye the, kyunki unhe hamesha European countries travel karna padta tha.
Ab aapko lagega—wait a minute—phir Amol Lonavala jab jaane wala tha, tab car kyu le ja raha tha? Vo toh Lonavala ke Ambey Valley ke private airstrip par bhi plane utaar sakta tha, na? Correct!
Lekin Amol aur Angha kabhi bhi apni company ke assets ko sirf personal leisure ke liye use nahi karte the. Aur yahan pe unhe jald hi Van Swami se milna tha.
Amol jaldi se security clear karke apne private business jet (BBJ) me baith jata hai aur agle 45 minute me Sindhudurg airport pe land karta hai. Wahan pe uska chopper already wait kar raha hota hai, jo use Van Swami ke math (ashram) le jaane wala hota hai.
Amol sirf agle 30 minute me nazdeek ke helipad pe utarta hai aur baba ke ashram me jaata hai.
Jaisi hi Amol Van Swami ke ashram ke ringan (gol boundary) me pravesh karta hai, use achanak ek ajib si glani mehsoos hoti hai. Uska mann bhar aata hai. Ek emotional, ajeeb sa sukoon bhara ehsaas hota hai, jaise koi daivi shakti use apni aur kheench rahi ho.
Jab vo dekhta hai ki ashram me Swami kahin nahi dikh rahe, tab vo paas hi ke ek sevak se poochhta hai, "Babaji kahan hain?"
Sevak bas use shant baithne ke liye kehta hai.
Phir ek divya tarang uske mastishk ko chedti hai, mano koi telepathy ho rahi ho.
Achanak ek aawaaz sunai deti hai—
"Beta Amol..."
Amol dar jata hai! "Yeh kiska awaaz hai?" Vo pagal ki tarah idhar-udhar dekhne lagta hai.
"Beta Amol..." fir wahi aawaaz.
"Beta, shant... shant... shanti... shanti... shantihhhhh..."
"Daro mat beta. Aao, mere paas aajao..."
Amol us aawaaz ke peeche chalne lagta hai.
Woh aawaaz ek darwaze ke paas se aa rahi hoti hai. Amol us darwaze ki taraf badhta hai aur andar jaata hai. Darwaza kisi tehkhaane ki taraf jata hai. Jaisi hi Amol andar jata hai, use mehsoos hota hai ki yahaan ek garbh-grih jaisa kuch hai. Uska dhyaan ek jagah tik jata hai—Swami ji ki aur!

Amol Swami ji ke nazdeek jaata hai. Vo kuch kehna chahta hai, lekin use mehsoos hota hai ki uske honth (lips) jaise chipak gaye hain. Vo chillana chahta hai, par awaaz nahi nikalti. Vo bhaagna chahta hai, par pair hilte hi nahi. Vo stabdh ho jata hai, jaise koi murti!
Tab ek vela aati hai jo uski nabhi me ghus jaati hai!
Achanak Amol ki body se ek divya prakash nikalta hai!

Swami ji bina bole usse baat karne lagte hain.
"Amol beta, tum yahan kyu aaye ho? Tumhara uddeshya kya hai? Mujhe sab maloom hai. Jo bhi main ab tumse kahunga, vo tumhara tay kiya hua bhavishya hai."
"Beta, tumhe apni patni ka daan karna hoga. Yeh tumhara is janm ka kartavya hai. Tumhe Malhar ki har sambhav suraksha karni hogi."
"Tum aur Angha ek shrapit Gandharva ho! Tum dono ne ek Rishi-Muni ki tapa-charaya me vighna daala tha. Unhone tumhe shraap dekar manav janm diya hai."
"Lekin jab tumne unse shama maangi, to unhone tumhe upshap diya. Unhone kaha ki ve 21ve shadi me ek balak ke roop me janm lenge. Tumhe uski suraksha karni hogi!"
"Lekin yaad rakhna, agar tumne uske taap me firse vighna daala, to tum yatha avkash yahin rahoge. Tumhe bhotik sukh nahi milega. Tumhare shareer ko rogon ka ghar bana diya jayega. Tum zinda to rahoge, par kisi bhi sukh ka anubhav nahi kar paoge."
"Tumhe bina bataye poore ek varsh uski seva karni hogi! Ek sainik ki tarah usko har ek sankat se bachana hoga."
Angha bhi ek bada paap kar chuki thi. Usne usi Rishi ki alochana ki thi, jo tapasya me dhyan lagaye baithe the. Mitti se dhake hone ki wajah se Angha ko vo kurup dikh rahe the, aur usne unka mazaak bana diya.
"Rishi ne use shraap diya ki vo sabse kurup stree ban jayegi!"
Jab Angha ne shama maangi, tab Rishi ne upshap diya—
"Tum tab tak is shraap se mukt nahi hogi, jab tak kisi kurup, vidrup purush ka beej apne andar samaakar ek naye jeev ko janm nahi dogi!"
"Aur tumhe ek saal usi budhe bhikshuk ke daan me rahna hoga!"
Swami ji aakhri baat bolte hain—
"Beta, ab jao. Tumhara lakshya tumhara intezaar kar raha hai!"
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Achanak Amol behosh ho jata hai! Jab hosh aata hai, to dekhta hai ki vo apne chopper me hai. Mano waqt ruk sa gaya tha!
Amol bina kuch bole apne aircraft me baithta hai aur Mumbai ke liye ravana hota hai. Tail-wind ki wajah se sirf 25 minute me hi Mumbai land ho jata hai.
Mumbai, 8 PM
Jab Amol ghar pahunchta hai, tab shaam ke 8 baj rahe hote hain. Vo seedha Angha aur Patil ke paas jaata hai aur kehata hai—
"Main Van Swami se mil kar aaya hoon. Unhone sirf ek hi baat kahi—‘Malhar ko bachana hai!’ Aur uske liye sirf ek hi upay hai."
Patil pareshaan ho kar poochhta hai, "Kaunsa upay?"
Amol gehri saans lekar bolta hai, "Tumhe ek saal tak bhiksha maang kar jeena hoga. Aur jo bhi stree tumhe bhiksha de, usi ke diye hue bhojan par jeevit rehna hoga. Ek saal tak tumhe bina kisi sansaarik suvidha ke jeena padega. Aur…"
Angha bechain ho kar poochti hai, "Aur kya?"
Amol neeche dekhte hue dheere se bolta hai, "Aur ek naye jeevan ko janm dena hoga…"
Angha chaunk jaati hai. "Matlab aur koi rasta nahi hai?"
Amol sirf sir hila kar "Nahi" kehata hai.
Patil majboori me kehta hai, "Par main kya karu? Kaun si stree mujhe, ek budhe bhikshuk ko, apna sahachari banayegi?"
Tabhi Malhar apni RC car lekar wahan aata hai. Uske chhoti-chhoti aankhon me masoomiyat chamak rahi hoti hai. Jaise hi vo Angha ki taraf dekhta hai, uska pyaar uski aankhon me dikhai deta hai.
Amol ka dil pighal jata hai. Use kuch nahi pata ki yeh shraap hai ya purani galtiyon ki saza. Par ek baat saaf thi—Malhar ko vo marne nahi dega, kisi bhi kimat par!
Amol Angha ki taraf dekhta hai.
Angha ki aankhon me aansu hote hain. Vo bina kisi shabd ke Malhar ko apni baahon me uthati hai aur thande swar me kehti hai—
"Amol, kal hi hume mandir le chalo. Mr. Patnaik ko bolo ki divorce ke papers le aayein."
Amol ek pal ke liye chup rehta hai, phir kehta hai, "Maine pehle hi saari tayari kar li hai."
Angha aur Patil shopping ke liye nikal jaate hain. Angha ek Paithani saree, Marathi jewelry aur Mundavali (Sehra) leti hai. Patil ek naya dhoti, Nehru kurta aur Gandhi topi kharidta hai.
Usi waqt, Amol Malhar se pyaar bhari muskurahat ke saath kehta hai—
"Malhar, tune kabhi ek competition ke baare me suna hai? Jisme agar tu jeet gaya to tujhe ek aircraft milega!"
Malhar ki aankhen excitement se chamak uthti hain. "Sach? Mere naam ka aircraft?"
Amol hanskar bolta hai, "Haan! Uspar likha hoga—Malhar Airways!"

Malhar uchal padta hai, "Aur mujhe ek behen bhi chahiye naa!"
Amol uske sir par haath rakh kar bolta hai, "Haan. Par ek condition hai. Aai jo bhi kahe, tujhe bina kisi shikayat ke manna padega. Rona nahi, aur agar tune beech me game chhod diya, to koi aur jeet jayega!"
Malhar khud par bharosa dikhata hai—"Nahi nahi! Main hi jeetunga, dost! Main aai ki har baat manunga!"
Tab tak Angha aur Patil shopping karke wapas aa jaate hain.
15 minute me Advocate Patnaik divorce papers lekar aa jata hai.
Angha bina ek shabd kahe saare papers par sign kar deti hai. Ek moment ke liye bhi nahi sochti.
Usne apni sampatti ka pura adhikar Amol ko de diya. Amol Power of Attorney ban chuka tha. Sirf wahi tha jo ab is paristithi ko sambhal sakta tha.
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Raat ka aakhri faisla
Us raat Angha, Amol ke saath so gayi. Malhar bhi unke saath tha, Amol ke bagal me soya hua.
Puri raat "Aircraft game" ke baare me baat hoti rahi. Malhar khush tha, use kuch bhi samajh nahi aa raha tha ki uske aas paas kya badal raha hai.
Lekin Angha aur Amol… dono ek dusre ko bas dekhte rahe.
Koi shabd nahi, sirf aankhon ki baat ho rahi thi.
---
Amol ne dheere se Angha ka haath thaama aur usse kaha—
"Tumhe poore saal koi bhi sampatti jama nahi karni hogi."
"Roz lo, roz khao."
"Tum chaho to bhiksha maang sakti ho ya kisi nichle darje ka kaam kar sakti ho, tabhi chalega."
Angha thoda ghabra gayi, "Amol, main kar paungi na?"
Amol muskuraya, "Haan. Tum jarur kar paogi."
Angha ke andar ek maa jag chuki thi.
Aur ek baar maa jag jaye, to duniya ka koi bhi shraap use rok nahi sakta…
Agli subah se, unki zindagi ka naya adhyay shuru hone wala tha!
Aapko lagega ki Amol aur Angha middle-class hain, lekin aisa nahi hai. Dono bahut paise wale hain, lekin hamesha apne aapko ground se juda hua rakhte hain aur paisa aur power ka nasha chadhne nahi dete. Par haal filhaal ke dino me Angha me thoda change aa gaya tha—zyada nahi, par haan, thoda sa.
Ye saare aircraft unki company ne lease pe liye the, kyunki unhe hamesha European countries travel karna padta tha.
Ab aapko lagega—wait a minute—phir Amol Lonavala jab jaane wala tha, tab car kyu le ja raha tha? Vo toh Lonavala ke Ambey Valley ke private airstrip par bhi plane utaar sakta tha, na? Correct!
Lekin Amol aur Angha kabhi bhi apni company ke assets ko sirf personal leisure ke liye use nahi karte the. Aur yahan pe unhe jald hi Van Swami se milna tha.
Amol jaldi se security clear karke apne private business jet (BBJ) me baith jata hai aur agle 45 minute me Sindhudurg airport pe land karta hai. Wahan pe uska chopper already wait kar raha hota hai, jo use Van Swami ke math (ashram) le jaane wala hota hai.
Amol sirf agle 30 minute me nazdeek ke helipad pe utarta hai aur baba ke ashram me jaata hai.
Jaisi hi Amol Van Swami ke ashram ke ringan (gol boundary) me pravesh karta hai, use achanak ek ajib si glani mehsoos hoti hai. Uska mann bhar aata hai. Ek emotional, ajeeb sa sukoon bhara ehsaas hota hai, jaise koi daivi shakti use apni aur kheench rahi ho.
Jab vo dekhta hai ki ashram me Swami kahin nahi dikh rahe, tab vo paas hi ke ek sevak se poochhta hai, "Babaji kahan hain?"
Sevak bas use shant baithne ke liye kehta hai.
Phir ek divya tarang uske mastishk ko chedti hai, mano koi telepathy ho rahi ho.
Achanak ek aawaaz sunai deti hai—
"Beta Amol..."
Amol dar jata hai! "Yeh kiska awaaz hai?" Vo pagal ki tarah idhar-udhar dekhne lagta hai.
"Beta Amol..." fir wahi aawaaz.
"Beta, shant... shant... shanti... shanti... shantihhhhh..."
"Daro mat beta. Aao, mere paas aajao..."
Amol us aawaaz ke peeche chalne lagta hai.
Woh aawaaz ek darwaze ke paas se aa rahi hoti hai. Amol us darwaze ki taraf badhta hai aur andar jaata hai. Darwaza kisi tehkhaane ki taraf jata hai. Jaisi hi Amol andar jata hai, use mehsoos hota hai ki yahaan ek garbh-grih jaisa kuch hai. Uska dhyaan ek jagah tik jata hai—Swami ji ki aur!

Amol Swami ji ke nazdeek jaata hai. Vo kuch kehna chahta hai, lekin use mehsoos hota hai ki uske honth (lips) jaise chipak gaye hain. Vo chillana chahta hai, par awaaz nahi nikalti. Vo bhaagna chahta hai, par pair hilte hi nahi. Vo stabdh ho jata hai, jaise koi murti!
Tab ek vela aati hai jo uski nabhi me ghus jaati hai!
Achanak Amol ki body se ek divya prakash nikalta hai!


Swami ji bina bole usse baat karne lagte hain.
"Amol beta, tum yahan kyu aaye ho? Tumhara uddeshya kya hai? Mujhe sab maloom hai. Jo bhi main ab tumse kahunga, vo tumhara tay kiya hua bhavishya hai."
"Beta, tumhe apni patni ka daan karna hoga. Yeh tumhara is janm ka kartavya hai. Tumhe Malhar ki har sambhav suraksha karni hogi."
"Tum aur Angha ek shrapit Gandharva ho! Tum dono ne ek Rishi-Muni ki tapa-charaya me vighna daala tha. Unhone tumhe shraap dekar manav janm diya hai."
"Lekin jab tumne unse shama maangi, to unhone tumhe upshap diya. Unhone kaha ki ve 21ve shadi me ek balak ke roop me janm lenge. Tumhe uski suraksha karni hogi!"
"Lekin yaad rakhna, agar tumne uske taap me firse vighna daala, to tum yatha avkash yahin rahoge. Tumhe bhotik sukh nahi milega. Tumhare shareer ko rogon ka ghar bana diya jayega. Tum zinda to rahoge, par kisi bhi sukh ka anubhav nahi kar paoge."
"Tumhe bina bataye poore ek varsh uski seva karni hogi! Ek sainik ki tarah usko har ek sankat se bachana hoga."
Angha bhi ek bada paap kar chuki thi. Usne usi Rishi ki alochana ki thi, jo tapasya me dhyan lagaye baithe the. Mitti se dhake hone ki wajah se Angha ko vo kurup dikh rahe the, aur usne unka mazaak bana diya.
"Rishi ne use shraap diya ki vo sabse kurup stree ban jayegi!"
Jab Angha ne shama maangi, tab Rishi ne upshap diya—
"Tum tab tak is shraap se mukt nahi hogi, jab tak kisi kurup, vidrup purush ka beej apne andar samaakar ek naye jeev ko janm nahi dogi!"
"Aur tumhe ek saal usi budhe bhikshuk ke daan me rahna hoga!"
Swami ji aakhri baat bolte hain—
"Beta, ab jao. Tumhara lakshya tumhara intezaar kar raha hai!"
---
Achanak Amol behosh ho jata hai! Jab hosh aata hai, to dekhta hai ki vo apne chopper me hai. Mano waqt ruk sa gaya tha!
Amol bina kuch bole apne aircraft me baithta hai aur Mumbai ke liye ravana hota hai. Tail-wind ki wajah se sirf 25 minute me hi Mumbai land ho jata hai.
Mumbai, 8 PM
Jab Amol ghar pahunchta hai, tab shaam ke 8 baj rahe hote hain. Vo seedha Angha aur Patil ke paas jaata hai aur kehata hai—
"Main Van Swami se mil kar aaya hoon. Unhone sirf ek hi baat kahi—‘Malhar ko bachana hai!’ Aur uske liye sirf ek hi upay hai."
Patil pareshaan ho kar poochhta hai, "Kaunsa upay?"
Amol gehri saans lekar bolta hai, "Tumhe ek saal tak bhiksha maang kar jeena hoga. Aur jo bhi stree tumhe bhiksha de, usi ke diye hue bhojan par jeevit rehna hoga. Ek saal tak tumhe bina kisi sansaarik suvidha ke jeena padega. Aur…"
Angha bechain ho kar poochti hai, "Aur kya?"
Amol neeche dekhte hue dheere se bolta hai, "Aur ek naye jeevan ko janm dena hoga…"
Angha chaunk jaati hai. "Matlab aur koi rasta nahi hai?"
Amol sirf sir hila kar "Nahi" kehata hai.
Patil majboori me kehta hai, "Par main kya karu? Kaun si stree mujhe, ek budhe bhikshuk ko, apna sahachari banayegi?"
Tabhi Malhar apni RC car lekar wahan aata hai. Uske chhoti-chhoti aankhon me masoomiyat chamak rahi hoti hai. Jaise hi vo Angha ki taraf dekhta hai, uska pyaar uski aankhon me dikhai deta hai.
Amol ka dil pighal jata hai. Use kuch nahi pata ki yeh shraap hai ya purani galtiyon ki saza. Par ek baat saaf thi—Malhar ko vo marne nahi dega, kisi bhi kimat par!
Amol Angha ki taraf dekhta hai.
Angha ki aankhon me aansu hote hain. Vo bina kisi shabd ke Malhar ko apni baahon me uthati hai aur thande swar me kehti hai—
"Amol, kal hi hume mandir le chalo. Mr. Patnaik ko bolo ki divorce ke papers le aayein."
Amol ek pal ke liye chup rehta hai, phir kehta hai, "Maine pehle hi saari tayari kar li hai."
Angha aur Patil shopping ke liye nikal jaate hain. Angha ek Paithani saree, Marathi jewelry aur Mundavali (Sehra) leti hai. Patil ek naya dhoti, Nehru kurta aur Gandhi topi kharidta hai.
Usi waqt, Amol Malhar se pyaar bhari muskurahat ke saath kehta hai—
"Malhar, tune kabhi ek competition ke baare me suna hai? Jisme agar tu jeet gaya to tujhe ek aircraft milega!"
Malhar ki aankhen excitement se chamak uthti hain. "Sach? Mere naam ka aircraft?"
Amol hanskar bolta hai, "Haan! Uspar likha hoga—Malhar Airways!"


Malhar uchal padta hai, "Aur mujhe ek behen bhi chahiye naa!"
Amol uske sir par haath rakh kar bolta hai, "Haan. Par ek condition hai. Aai jo bhi kahe, tujhe bina kisi shikayat ke manna padega. Rona nahi, aur agar tune beech me game chhod diya, to koi aur jeet jayega!"
Malhar khud par bharosa dikhata hai—"Nahi nahi! Main hi jeetunga, dost! Main aai ki har baat manunga!"
Tab tak Angha aur Patil shopping karke wapas aa jaate hain.
15 minute me Advocate Patnaik divorce papers lekar aa jata hai.
Angha bina ek shabd kahe saare papers par sign kar deti hai. Ek moment ke liye bhi nahi sochti.
Usne apni sampatti ka pura adhikar Amol ko de diya. Amol Power of Attorney ban chuka tha. Sirf wahi tha jo ab is paristithi ko sambhal sakta tha.
---
Raat ka aakhri faisla
Us raat Angha, Amol ke saath so gayi. Malhar bhi unke saath tha, Amol ke bagal me soya hua.
Puri raat "Aircraft game" ke baare me baat hoti rahi. Malhar khush tha, use kuch bhi samajh nahi aa raha tha ki uske aas paas kya badal raha hai.
Lekin Angha aur Amol… dono ek dusre ko bas dekhte rahe.
Koi shabd nahi, sirf aankhon ki baat ho rahi thi.
---
Amol ne dheere se Angha ka haath thaama aur usse kaha—
"Tumhe poore saal koi bhi sampatti jama nahi karni hogi."
"Roz lo, roz khao."
"Tum chaho to bhiksha maang sakti ho ya kisi nichle darje ka kaam kar sakti ho, tabhi chalega."
Angha thoda ghabra gayi, "Amol, main kar paungi na?"
Amol muskuraya, "Haan. Tum jarur kar paogi."
Angha ke andar ek maa jag chuki thi.
Aur ek baar maa jag jaye, to duniya ka koi bhi shraap use rok nahi sakta…
Agli subah se, unki zindagi ka naya adhyay shuru hone wala tha!