Pehla Adhyay: Jazbaat ki Shuruaat
Mahal ki marmari deewaron ke beech, Shivgamidevi, ek devi ki tarah thi. Unki sundarta aisi thi ki suraj bhi unke saamne sharma jaaye—unka rang gora, aankhein gehri neeli jheelon si, aur sharir ek sampurna shilp, jiski har rekha mein madakta thi. Unke stan poorne aur gol, kamar patli, aur nitamb itne raseele ki koi bhi unhe dekhkar apne hosh kho baithta. Bahubali, unka yuva putra, ek yoddha tha, jiski aankhon mein apni maa ke liye ek anokha junoon tha—ek aag jo na bujhti thi, na samajh mein aati thi.
Ek din, yudh se waapas aate hue Bahubali ne apni maa ko dekha, jo singhasan par baithi thi, unki saree unke sharir ko aise lipat rahi thi jaise koi premi apne priya ko gale lagaye. Bahubali ki aankhein unke sharir par thami, aur uske dil mein ek tufaan utha. 'Maa, maine aaj phir vijay haasil ki hai,' usne gaurav se kaha, par uski awaaz mein ek chhupa hua jazbaat tha.
Shivgamidevi muskurayi, unki muskaan mein ek alag si chamak thi. 'Bahubali, tum mere sher ho. Har yudh mein tumne mera naam roshan kiya hai. Aao, apni maa se apna inaam lo.' Unhone apne haath khole, aur Bahubali unke paas gaya, unke gale lag gaya. Yeh ek maasoom gale milna tha, par Bahubali ke sharir mein ek aag si lag gayi. Unki maa ki gandh, unke sharir ki garmi—sab uske hosh uda rahi thi.
'Maa, aapki yeh muskaan hi mera sabse bada inaam hai,' Bahubali ne kaha, par uski aankhein unke hothon par thi, jo raseele aur lal the. Shivgamidevi ne uski aankhon mein dekha, aur unhe samajh gaya ki yeh sirf ek putra ka pyaar nahi hai. 'Bahubali, tumhari himmat aur jazbaat dono hi adbhut hain. Par yaad rakho, har inaam ke liye ek imtihaan hota hai,' unhone kaha, unki awaaz mein ek chhupa sa ishara tha.
Bahubali ne apni maa ko peeche se gale lagaya, uske haath unki kamar par ruke, aur woh dheere se unke sharir ko mehsoos karne laga. 'Maa, kya main aapke aur kareeb aa sakta hoon?' usne poocha, uski awaaz mein ek bhookh thi. Shivgamidevi ne palatkar uski aankhon mein dekha, aur phir ek halki si muskaan ke saath kaha, 'Bahubali, agar tum yeh chahte ho, to pehle apne jazbaat ko samjho. Main tumhari maa hoon, par main ek aurat bhi hoon. Kya tum iska bojh utha sakte ho?'
Bahubali ne apne haathon se unki kamar ko aur kas ke pakda, aur unke kaan mein dheere se kaha, 'Maa, main aapke liye kuch bhi kar sakta hoon. Aapki yeh sundarta, yeh sharir—yeh sab mera hai.' Shivgamidevi ke sharir mein ek sihran daud gayi, par woh apne aap par kaabu rakhi. 'Bahubali, yeh rasta aasaan nahi hai. Agar tum yeh chahte ho, to pehle mera vishwas jeeto,' unhone kaha, aur phir uske gaal par ek maasoom chumban diya.
Par yeh chumban maasoom nahi raha. Bahubali ne apni maa ke hothon ko apne hothon se chhoo liya, aur ek gehra, jazbaati chumban mein dono kho gaye. Unki saansein teez ho gayi, aur Bahubali ke haath unke nitamb par chale gaye, unhe kas ke dabaya. Shivgamidevi ne apne aap ko peeche nahi hataya; unhone uske sharir ko apne aur kareeb kheench liya. 'Bahubali, yeh galat hai, par yeh itna sahi kyun lagta hai?' unhone poocha, unki awaaz kamp rahi thi.
Woh dono ek doosre ke sharir ko mehsoos kar rahe the, Bahubali ka haath unki saree ke neeche gaya, aur usne unke sharir ki garmi ko mehsoos kiya. Unki saansein teez ho rahi thi, aur dono ke sharir pasine se tar ho rahe the. Bahubali ne apni maa ko deewar ke sahare dhakela, aur unke gale par chumban karne laga. 'Maa, main aapko chahta hoon, poori tarah se,' usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek bhookh thi jo ab kaabu se baahar ho rahi thi.
Shivgamidevi ne uski aankhon mein dekha, aur phir ek gehri saans lete hue kaha, 'Bahubali, agar yeh tumhara junoon hai, to main tumhe rokungi nahi. Par yaad rakho, yeh ek aag hai jo hum dono ko jala degi.' Unki awaaz mein ek chhupa sa uttejna tha, aur dono ke sharir ek doosre se chipak gaye, unki garmi ek doosre ko mehsoos ho rahi thi. Yeh sirf shuruaat thi—ek aag ka shola jo ab bujhne wala nahi tha.
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