অধ্যায় ১৫১: পাওনা চুকে গেল
বাইre ote okhane lukiye thaka su zhor, swabhabik bhabei guhar bhitorer kohlon shunte pelo.
se mone mone ojanatei aschorjo hoye gelo.
"e... su-er shathe eke ki kora!"
su zhor kichutei bujhe uthte parlo na.
se shudhumatro janto je, su hui-yin mohini matrika byabohar kore yang yi-yun-er shudhyo jibon noshto korte chay.
kintu kirebhabe, su zhor ta jiggesh koreni.
ekhon guhar bhitor theke yang yi-yun-er pashubik gorjoner shabda shune,
su zhor-er mukhbhangi ekebare obhuto hoye uthlo —
"ei pagli meyeta, janina arale ki bhabe su-ke fande feleche!"
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tinjon hatyara ek muhurter modhye guhar bhitore ese podlo.
tar drishyo dekhe tinjonei obak hoye gelo.
dekha gelo, su hui-yin yang yi-yun-er samne dariye ache.
yang yi-yun-er du chokh rakter moto lal, pagoler moto abostha.
tar shorirer shkti khub hi udasino ebong oshant.
"durto! tuchho gramer chele! khun! khun!"
"ami torake shobai ke kete felbo!"
yang yi-yun bire bire nije nijei bolte laglo.
"shadhana bhanga!"
saptam shrenir hatyara muhurte e abostha chine nilo.
"su hui-yin ke bandho, yang yi-yun ke bachao!"
hatyara shardar shiddhanto niye order dilo.
yang yi-yun to tader malik, take kono bhabei khoyti kora jabe na.
baki dujon hatyara hothat su hui-yin-er dike takalo.
dukhana shikor jontro bhuter moto shmne ese sohoje su hui-yin-er dike hamla korlo.
thanda alor jhalkani, sidhe konthe agrahat!
"garjon!"
ekta gorjon shabda chole elo.
su hui-yin-er buker kachhe kachhimer kholti ujol aloy jole uthlo.
kholter deota tar modhye theke lafiye beriye elo, tar ekta dharalo bhoyonkor thaba diye duikhana shikor jontro jhapte feliye dilo.
"sheidiner shei durbol bonadeota!"
"ki kore su hui-yin-er shorire elo!"
tumi-honta bibhager hatyara obak hoye gelo.
ek muhurte abostha bujhe uthte parlo na.
tokhon su zhor, agei paharer dyal dhore baire chole giyechilo.
ei drishyo dekhe, tar mon khushite bhore uthlo.
etai hamla korar shobcheye bhalo shomoy.
atma-horon toroyal bai-sh!
shei shomoy, qin wu-yang ke ber kore dilo, qin wu-yang qin agun toroyal hate niye, aguner shkti prayog kore, druto, shothik ebong nirdoy bhabe ek hatyara ke toroyal chalalo!
su hui-yin ebong kachhimer deota o shei shomoy shathe shathe hamla korlo.
su hui-yin-er gha shukhiye geche.
ebong tar shorirer shompotti alada, shukhar por shudhyo abostha aro unnoti hoye, shashtho shrenir shera abosthay pehochhe!
ek hate shada horin toroyal chaliye dilo!
toroyal alor jhalkani, shada horiner shakti dekah gelo, shompoorn guha ranga diye dilo!
toroyal alor jhalkani!
abar toroyal alor jhalkani!
su zhor-er toroyal er angul ek saptam shrenir hatyara ke pichoner mathay chhulo.
moner vitor, atma toroyal su zhor-er shob atma shkti ekthro kore, tar moner bhitor chole gelo!
shei hatyara, purber tritiyo byaktir moto, tar shorir khape uthlo.
tokhono se bujhe uthte paroni.
tar moner shob kothin bhabe noshto hoye gelo.
shob chinta, shoktibhabe shesh kore dewa holo.
qin wu-yang o ekjon purono thokbaaj chilo.
hamla kora khub krur, ebong deota shorirer shobhabik gupto shkti chhilo.
ek toroyal chaliye dilo!
ek saptam shrenir hatyara ke matha kete feliye dilo.
tar aguner shkti khub shokto chhilo, tar golar gha shidhe agun diye bandho kore dilo.
su hui-yin ebong kachhimer deota, shei shomoy hatyara shardarer upor hamla korlo.
hatyara shardar bujhe feliye, shikor jontro chaliye, mrityu bichchhu deota baire anlo.
"hum hum hum!"
shompoorn guha, prithibi kampe uthlo.
hatyara shardar mukhya angsh guchiye, su hui-yin-er toroyal alo ebong kachhimer thaba diye ahoto hoye, mukher rakto feliye chollo.
su zhor ebong qin wu-yang dui saptam shrenir hatyara ke shesh korlo.
"take shesh koro!"
su zhor moner bhitore chinta kore, qin wu-yang ke order dilo.
dujone shathe shathe hamla korlo.
"ekhane more jawa jabe na!"
hatyara shardar mon kothin korlo.
ekhonkar abostha, shotti bhalo chhilo na.
dui saptam shrenir shoman bonadeota, shakti diye lorte para su hui-yin, ebong ekjon ajana mukhor muktoshari manush.
jodi aro deri hoy, tobe tobe tar kachhe kono thikanai thakbe na.
"she paliye jete chay, konobhabei take palate dewa jabe na!"
su zhor du hate kankol joler hathgola pore nilo.
shoktishali.
jodi boro hathgola hate na thake, hathgolar koushal shokto, ek shokti diye shob niom bhenge feliye!
shoktibhabe tar palanor raasta bondho kore dilo.
hatyara shardar koyekbar baire jabar chesta korlo, kintu kono sujog pelo na.
ghira hamlar vitor, pran bayu shoriye gelo, aro beshi hoye gelo, rakto diye guha ranga hoye gelo, charidiker dyaler shob jaigay laglo.
shesh porjonte okhane mrityu holo.
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ei juddho, druto aslo, druto chole gelo!
su zhor er churi hamla, juddho shesh korte, dujon basher beshi shomoy lago ni.
ei shob hatyara shesh korar por.
baki thaklo shudhumatro murar moto matite pore boro boro shash nite thaka yang yi-yun.
ekhon yang yi-yun shadhana bhenge geche, saptam shrenir abostha baire chole geche.
yodi shathe shathe mrityu na hoy, kintu shudhyo mul shompurno noshto hoye geche.
"yang yi-yun, tor o ei din aslo!"
su hui-yin hasi diye, tuchho kore yang yi-yun er dike takalo, tarpor thuthu feliye bollo:
"etoboro khelar jaal bunechile, shudhumatro amar buddha hriday paowar jonno, nijei nijeke bhande felecho, thik hoyeche!"
yang yi-yun-er mukh mrityu moto sada hoye gelo.
tar shorirer oshant pran bayu bar bar tar shorire hamla korlo.
take oshojjo kosto dilo, pran jabar moto kosto.
"su didi, ei byapar... amar bhul hoyeche... anugroho kore... amake ektibarer moto maaf kore din..."
"amar gurujon, nischoy boro purashkar debe..."
yang yi-yun kosto shojjo kore, tar chokhe anurohr bhaba niye, su hui-yin-er kachhe bhikkha chaiche.
pokapoka o jibon bachate chay, manush to oboshswoi chay.
yang yi-yun here geche!
ekebare here geche.
kintu se more jete chay na.
tar pichone, aro gurujon royeche!
"senior, ki ei loktake, amar hater kachhe shope dewa jabe?"
su hui-yin hath jure, su zhor-er dike takiye bollo.
"tomar hater kachhe shope dewa? tumi ki take chere debe na ki?"
su zhor hothat shojag hoye uthlo.
yang yi-yun-er buddhi, khub bhoyonkor, jodi shudhyo mul noshto o hoy.
kintu ei rokom lok, andharkaler shaper moto.
she jinda thakle, tar nijer dayitwo thakbe na.
ei bar su zhor tar porichoy prakash koreni, kintu jodi su zhor yang yi-yun ke chere dey, seta kono bhabei hobe na.
su hui-yin matha nire kore, thanda shabde bollo:
"take emni mrityu dewa, tar jonno khub shohoje hobe... ami pran bayu diye tar ekta shash rekhe, tarpor janto bhabe tar charma kete nebo!"
su hui-yin er ei kotha shune.
su zhor ebong yang yi-yun, nijer ojantei ektikhani khape uthlo.
"na!"
yang yi-yun bollo.
kintu su hui-yin tar shorirer shob boro jaigay bandho kore dilo.
tarpor su hui-yin su zhor-er dike takalo, mone hoy su zhor-er uttorer opekkhay ache.
su zhor su hui-yin er chokh dekhe, matha nire korlo, tarpor bollo:
"ei chele khub bishakto, take bachate dewa jabe na, burha lokti pashe thake dekhbe."
"tobe, burhar ekta anurodh ache..."
su hui-yin tokhoni bollo:
"senior bolun."
su zhor dekhe su hui-yin raji hoyeche, tokhon hese bollo:
"shei tumi-honta bibhager hatyara je jinish, burha lokti chai."
"ei yang yi-yun-er jinish, burha lokti chai."
"ar tomar hater shei toroyal, burha lokti o chai!"
su hui-yin-er sundori bhuru kuchiye gelo, kichuta shondeho korlo.
tar hater ei toroyal, tar gurujon su he-yang, onek taka khoroch kore, tar jonno enechilen.
jodi fele dey, su hui-yin-er mon bhoyonkor kosto pabe.
kintu yang yi-yun-er bishakto kotha mone kore, su hui-yin shesh porjonte matha nire korlo:
"tuchho oshud, oboshshoi senior-er jibon bachano rin shodh korte parbe na."
"ei toroyal bhalo holeo, eta bahir shompotti."
"etar por theke, tomar amar shathe kono shomporko thakbe na!"
su hui-yin-er vitorer gothire, ogor gobor vora.
shei ghure manush ke eto boro rin rakhte chay na.
yodio kosto hoy, kintu riner tulonay, su hui-yin etake bad dite raji ache.
"ki bhalo shokti!"
su zhor su hui-yin ke ekta angul tule dekhalo.
se oboshshoi su hui-yin-er kothar modhye shei shiddhanto bujhte pereche.
ei toroyal nile, r kono shomporko thakbe na.
kono riner kotha thakbe na.
kintu su zhor-er kono jay ashe na.
ei pagli meye, abar mone korche naki je tar shathe boro kono shomporko rakhte chay?
asol bhalo laabh, etai su zhor-er ekhon khub dorkar.
su zhor tarpor lash churi korar boro kaj shuru korlo.
tinjon tumi-honta bibhager hatyara theke, taka, hatyara shastro, ebong kichu oshud churi kore nilo.
yang yi-yun-er kachheo kono bhabe chere dilo na.
"afsos, age je tumi-honta bibhager hatyara ke ketechilam, abostha khub taratari chhilo, ekhon janina kothay kabor dewa hoyeche..."
su zhor moner bhitore dukkho korlo.
ei shob kora shesh kore, su zhor guhar ek kone boshe, ei juddhe yang yi-yun prokhriti dhonider "dan" hisabe shob hisab korte laglo.
"prithibite aro bhalo manush ache!"
su zhor mone mone matha nire korlo.
mone holo prithibir manush bhalo, shohajyogita kore, khub bhalo lage...