Savitri ka nawan mahina ab apne antim charan par tha. Uska badan ab ek bhari hui nadi ki tarah ufaan par tha, jo kabhi bhi apni maryada tod sakta tha. 1975 ki wo sard raat thi, aur haveli ka Shahi Pustakalay apni purani kitabon ki mehak aur khamoshi mein lipta hua tha.
Thakur Digvijay Singh wahan ek bhari saagwan ki meiz par baithe sharab ka ghoot le rahe the. Savitri, jiska bhayanak bhari pet ab kisi chattan ki tarah sakht ho chuka tha, dheere-dheere andar dakhil hui. Usne ek barik safed malmal ki sadi pehni thi, jo uske jism ki har harkat ko numaya kar rahi thi.
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