Desi Munda Hi-fi Chhorri ✍️

Prologue 2

A crowd of villagers gathered around, every eye watching in the front silently and tensed, biting their nail as a wrestler from their village is being beaten by another wrestler from the neighbouring village.

Crack!!!!

The neighbouring village wrestler, Jaggu Pehelwan, breaks his opponent's arm and makes him shriek in pain. Every eye shuts in disappointment while Jaggu Pehelwan is declared a winner.

"Kyu? Iss gaon mein koi maika laal nahi hai ke jo maare se mukaabla kar sake? Veerpur mein saare naamard hai ke?", Jaggu mocks and laughs.
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"Thakur saab, woh Jaggu Pehelwan ne humre Pehelwan ke baah thod diye.", Says a villager, who ran to the nearby Panchayat office. Thakur sahab, who was just done with an important meeting with his co-panchayat members looked at him in shock.

"Hamare pehelwan ko paas ke dawakhaane mein chikitsa karau. Zarurat padhe toh shehar le jaane ka bhi prabhandh karo.", Says Thakur sahab.

"Ji Thakur sahab, woh hum kabhi ke kar chuke. Par woh Jaggu pehelwaan chunauti de raha se. Gaon ke baare mein gandi baat bol raha se.", Tells the villager.

Thakur sahab was raged. He could never tolerate any kind of nuisance said or done against his village or villagers. He goes towards the akhaada which was at 5 minutes distance. Everyone present stood up in respect, whereas Jaggu Pehelwan sat on a wooden chair, with his crossed legs smirking at Thakur sahab. His assistant was fanning him with a little bamboo fan while the other massaging his shoulders.

Thakur sahab shows his hand at the people asking them to sit down.

"Ke bol raha tha tu maahre gaon ke baare mein?", Asks Thakur sahab standing tall infront of Jaggu Pehelwan.

"Yahi, ki thaare gaon mein saare naamard se aur maahre se jeetne ki koi kabil na se. Thaare saare gaon ke naamardon ko mufat ki choodiyaan pehenao Thakur.", Says Pehelwan mocking him.

Thakur sahab looks at the crowd who hung their head in shame and then at Jaggu gave him a mocking smirk.

"Chal, ib iska jawaab mein thaare ko akhaade mein deta su.", Says Thakur Sahab.

Every villager looked at him in surprise. Thakur was a wrestler too but wasn't a full time wrestler unlike Jaggu who had many accolades against his name.

"Haan, Thakur tu bhi kosis kar le. Haarne pe sab se pehle main thaare ko choodi pehenaunga.", Says Jaggu.

The villagers seethed and clenched their jaws in anger.

"Aur tu haar gaya toh?", Asks Thakur sahab.

"Iska sawaal hi nahi Thakur par haar gaya toh mhaare naak ko thaare jhutti se ragadunga.", Says Jaggu.

"Thik se, apna naak saaf rakhna Jaggu, maahre jhutti se maareko bahut prem se aur woh maahreko saaf sutri chahiye.", Says Thakur with a confident attitude.

"Huh! Baaton se hi kushti jeetega ke? Chal Thakur, ib jaldi se akhaade mein aaja, maahre haat mein bahut kujli ho raha se.", Spat Jaggu.

Thakur sahab smirks and goes to the nearby shed and changes himself into wrestler's uniform, that's a traditional langot/underwear.

He then goes to take blessing of the god of strength and power, Lord Hanuman, kept in a small sanctum nearby. He rings the bell at the door hanging outside the sanctum and pays obeisance by lying flat on the ground with his folded hands and gets up. The priest applies the vermilion on his forehead and he waves his hand over the holy flame and strokes his palm over his head. He turns around only to be met by his best friend, Bhanu.

"Thakur tu ib sirf pehelwan ko ne, tu sarpanch se iss gaon ka. Thaare aakhade mein kushti karne se saare agal bagal ke gaon mein baat phel jaavegi. Agar tu haar gaya toh ghani badnaami hovegi, soch le Thakur.", Says Bhanu.