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He Trapped In Own Game part-2
Amit ne jaise hi apna hath Neha ki thodi se dheela kiya aur almari me rake apne bag ki taraf badha, kamre ki hawa bhari aur ghutan bhari ho gayi. "Toh tumne socha tha ki ek middle class ladki sirf ro sakti hai?" Neha ki aawaz dheemi, lekin bahut sakht thi. Amit ruka. Usne ghoomkar Neha ko dekha aur uske chehre par wahi neechta bhari muskaan aa gayi. "Rone ke alawa kar bhi kya sakti hai? Tere naam par 5 lakh ka loan hai, tune gair-kanooni kaam karne ki koshish ki hai, aur agar police ko sach pata chala toh jail tu jayegi. Tu poori tarah barbaad ho chuki hai, Neha." Amit ne jaise hi bag zip kiya, Neha dheere se aage badhi. Uske hath me wahi bhari lohe ki paani ki bottle thi, jo bed ki side table par rakhi rehti thi. "Main barbaad toh usi din ho gayi thi Amit, jis din maine tumse pyar kiya tha," Neha ki aankhon me se ab aansu gayab ho chuke the. "Lekin tumne ek sabse badi galti kar di." "Kya galti?" Amit ne hanste hue poocha. "Tumne mujhe ye bata diya ki tum asli Amit ho... aur kanoon ki nazar me Amit do saal pehle hi mar chuka hai." Amit ka chehra achanak fak pad gaya. Usaki muskaan gayab hui, lekin isse pehle ki woh kuch samajh pata— DHAAD! Neha ne apni poori taakat se lohe ki bottle Amit ki kanpati par de maari. Amit ka santulan bigda aur woh seedhe bed ke kinare se takrakar farsh par ja gira. Uske sir se khoon ki ek patli dhaar nikal kar us saste sooti kurte ko bhigone lagi. Amit tadapte hue apne sir ko pakadne laga, "Tu... tu pagal ho gayi hai kya?!" Neha ruki nahi. Uske andar chhupa itne saalon ka dard, jalalat aur gussa bekaabu ho chuka tha. Woh Amit ki chhati par chadh baithi. Amit ne uska gala dabane ke liye apne hath uthaye, lekin Neha ne bottle se uske hath par ek aur waar kiya. Amit dard se karah utha. "Do saal tak maine is kamre me ghut-ghutkar jeeya hai," Neha Amit ke bilkul chehre ke kareeb jhuki, uski aankhon me darindagi aur badle ka aisa nasha tha jise dekhkar Amit ka kaleja kaamp gaya. "Maine apni maa ke gahne beche, raat-raat bhar tuition padhakar paise jutaye... aur tu soch raha tha ki tu mera istemaal kar raha hai?" "Neha... chhod mujhe... main sab sahi kar dunga..." Amit ki aawaz me pehli baar khauf aur bheekh nazar aayi. "Kuch sahi nahi ho sakta," Neha ne Amit ki jeb se phone nikala. "Jab kanoon ki nazar me Amit mar chuka hai... toh agar aaj raat is kamre me Amit sach me mar jaye, toh police kise dhoondhne aayegi? Ek laash ko?" Amit ki aankhein fati ki fati reh gayi. Use ahsaas hua ki usne ek seedhi-saadhi ladki ko itna pratadit kar diya tha ki woh ab ek khaufnak mod par aa chuki thi. Neha ne Amit ke chehre par thappad maara aur uske fingerprint se phone ka lock khola. Usne us bio-hacking group aur bank se jude saare messages delete karne shuru kiye. Amit ne aakhri saanson ki tarah taakat jutakar Neha ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin Neha ne bottle uthakar phir se uske sir par nishana saadha. "Amit," Neha ne uske kaan me phusphusaya, "tune sahi kaha tha... meri soch jahan khatam hoti hai, teri chalaki wahan se shuru hoti hai. Lekin ek aurat jab sab kuch kho deti hai na... toh uski darindagi wahi se shuru hoti hai jahan teri chalaki khatam hoti hai." Khidki par baarish ki boondein aur tej ho gayi. Kamre me sirf table fan ki charcharahat aur Amit ki toot-ti hui saanson ki aawaz bachi thi. Shikaar karne nikla darinda ab khud us kiraye ke chote se kamre me zindagi ki bheekh maang raha tha, aur jis ladki ko usne kamzor samjha tha, wahi uski maut ka fanda ban chuki thi.
He Trapped In Own Game
Raat ke do baj rahe the. Delhi ke ek chhote se 2-BHK kiraye ke makan ke ufnate hue seelan bhare kamre mein, sirf ek table fan ki khadkhadahat aur khidki se aati halki baarish ki aawaz thi. Neha ne apne haath mein pakdi sasti si chai ki kulhad ko kasker bheench rakha tha. Usaki ungliyan kaamp rahi thin. Kamre ki peeli tubelight ki roshni mein saamne khada tha—Amit. Wahi sadharan sa cotton ka kurta, wahi uljhe hue baal, aur wahi halki si daadhi wala chehra. Usaki reodh mein ek thandi siharan daud gayi. Aakarshan aur khauf ka ek aisa nasha, jo Neha ko andar tak jhakjhor raha tha. "Neha, tum itni raat ko jagi hui kyon ho? Aur mujhe is tarah kyon dekh rahi ho?" Amit ne apni wahi jaani-pehchaani, dheemi aur maadak aawaz mein poochha. Woh chal kar Neha ke kareeb aaya. Neha ka dil seene mein dhak-dhak karne laga. Jab Amit ki garam saansen Neha ki gardan se takrayin, toh uska badan sulag utha. Amit ne Neha ki patli kamar par apne haath rakhe aur use apni taraf kheench liya. Neha ne apni aankhen band kar lin. Amit ke hont uski gardan par sarakne lage—woh chhuan itni maadak aur gehri thi ki Neha apne saare hosh khone lagi. Lekin is pyaar aur tadap ke peeche ek bahut bada, ganda aur kadwa raaz chhipa tha. Neha ek middle-class family ki ladki thi. Sarkari naukri ki taiyari karne wale Amit se usne bepanah mohabbat ki thi. Lekin do saal pehle, Amit ne Neha ke chhote se parivaar ki saari jama-poonji (5 lakh rupaye ka loan) ainth liya, Neha ki cousin ke saath affair chalaya aur jab pakda gaya toh raataraat gaayab ho gaya. Baad mein khabar aayi ki shehar ke paas ek sadak haadse mein Amit ki jal kar maut ho gayi. Neha ka dil toot chuka tha. Samaaj ke taane, karj ka bojh aur Amit ka dhokha—in sabne Neha ko andar se patthar bana diya. Woh na toh Amit ko bhool paa rahi thi, aur na hi us dhokhe ko maaf kar paa rahi thi. Badle ki isi aag mein jalte hue Neha ne apni zindagi ki sabse badi galti ki. Hospital mein Amit ki body pehchante waqt usne chupke se uska baalon ka sample chura liya tha. Neha ne din-raat private tuition padha kar, apni maa ke jewar girwi rakh kar aur dark web ke zariye ek illegal Indian bio-hacking group ko laakhon rupaye diye. Usne Amit ka ek illegal biological clone (Amit 2.0) banwa liya. Neha ka irada koi seedha-saadha pyaar paana nahi tha. Woh is clone ko apna gulaam banana chahti thi. Neha ne us lab walon ko paise dekar Amit ki memory mein badlaav karwaya tha—Amit ki chaalaaki, uska ghamand aur uska dhokha sab mita diya gaya tha. Use sirf itna yaad tha ki woh Neha ka berozgaar pati hai aur Neha se paaglon ki tarah pyaar karta hai. Pichhle chaar mahinon se, us chhote se kiraye ke makan mein Neha Amit ko apne ishaaron par nacha rahi thi. Amit dinbhar ghar ka kaam karta, Neha ke pair dabata, aur raat ko Neha apni puraani jillat ka badla lene ke liye Amit ke jism ka istemaal karti. Amit uske saamne pyaar ki bheek maangta, aur Neha ko lagta ki usne apne dhokhebaaz ex ko aukaat dikha di hai. Lekin us raat, kahaani poori tarah badal gayi. Amit ne jab Neha ko apni baahon mein bhara, toh achanak uski ungliyan Neha ki gardan par zarurat se zyada kas gayin. Neha ki saansen atakse lagin. "A-Amit... yeh kya kar rahe ho? Chhodo mujhe!" Neha tadapte hue uske seene par haath maar kar peeche hatne ki koshish karne lagi. Amit ruka, lekin usne Neha ko chhoda nahi. Uske chehre par jo maasoomiyat aur deewangi thi, woh achanak gaayab ho gayi. Uski aankhon mein wahi chaalaak, kameeni aur khaufnaak muskaan aa gayi, jisse Neha do saal pehle nafrat karne lagi thi. "Kya hua Neha? Bada maza aa raha tha na mujhe apni ungliyon par nachane mein?" Amit ki aawaz ab seedhi-saadhi nahi rahi, usmein ek zaherila nasha tha. Neha ka khoon jam gaya. "T-Tum... tumhari memory... tum yeh sab kaise bol rahe ho?" Amit ne Neha ko dhael kar almari se sata diya aur uske ekdam kareeb aa gaya. Uski saansen Neha ke chehre se takra rahi thi. "Tujhe kya laga tha, Neha? Ki tu tuition padha-padha kar aur maa ke jewar bech kar ek insani clone bana legi?" Amit ne hanste hue uske gaalon ko thapthapaya. "Tu ek middle-class ladki hai, Neha. Teri soch jahan khatam hoti hai, meri chaalaaki wahan se shuru hoti hai." Neha ki aankhen fati ki fati reh gayin. "Do saal pehle jo accident hua tha, usmein koi aur mara tha," Amit ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya. "Mujh par bank ka bhaari karj tha aur police mere peeche thi. Mujhe apni farzi maut ka naatak karna tha. Lekin mujhe pata tha ki tu mere pyaar mein kis had tak andhi aur paagal hai. Maine hi apni us farzi body par apna DNA sample chhoda tha taki tu us bio-lab tak pahuche." Neha ka jism dar se kaampne laga. "Jis bio-lab ko tune apni maa ke gahne bech kar paise diye the, woh lab mere hi ek dost ki thi," Amit ne shaatirpan se muskuraate hue kaha. "Maine koi clone banne ka naatak nahi kiya. Main asli Amit hi hoon! Maine bas chaar mahine tak tere ghar mein muft mein rehne, tere paison par palne aur kanoon ki nazar se chhipe rehne ke liye naatak kiya. Tu soch rahi thi ki tu mujhse badla le rahi hai... lekin tu toh bas mere chhipne ka sabse safe adda bani hui thi." Neha ke pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. Jis mard ko woh apni kathputli samajh kar nacha rahi thi, usi ne Neha ke badle ki aag, uske jismani junoon aur uski gareebi ka istemaal karke khud ko police se chhupaaye rakha tha. "Ab meri nayi farzi ID ban chuki hai," Amit ne Neha ki thodhi ko kasker pakda. "Aur woh 5 lakh ka loan? Woh toh ab bhi tere hi naam par hai. Ab badla main loonga, Neha... aur shuruaat isi kamre se hogi." Neha us chhote se kamre ki deewar se sati reh gayi. Baarish ki boonden khidki par patak rahi thin, aur shikaar karne nikli ladki khud apne hi bichhaye jaal mein sabse बुरी tarah shikaar ban chuki thi.
Present Mein Ajnabi, Future Mein Humsafar
Aasmaan par kaale badal ghir aaye the, aur bahar musaldaar baarish ho rahi thi. Main khidki ke paas khada chai ki chuski le raha tha, tabhi Aanya peeche se aai aur usne meri kamar ke gird apne haath lapet diye. Usne apna sar mere kandhe par tika diya. Maine uska haath pakada, khidki par girri paani ki boondon ko dekha aur muskurakar kaha—"Pata hai Aanya, jab bhi yeh baarish hoti hai na, mujhe humari pehli mulaqaat yaad aa jaati hai..." Yeh kuch saal pehle ki baat hai. Main apni purani scooter se ghar laut raha tha ki achanak tez baarish shuru ho gayi. Maine scooter ko ek chote se chai ke tapri ke tin ke chhappar ke neeche khada kiya. Usi waqt, ek ladki scooty rok kar chhappar ke doosre kone mein aa khadi hui. Usne apna helmet utara, apne geele baalon ko peeche kiya aur ek lambi saans li. Woh Aanya thi. Main use chori-chori dekh raha tha. Hum dono ek hi mohalle mein rehte the, lekin phir bhi ek doosre ke liye bilkul ajnabi the. Main ek local courier company mein delivery manager tha—har mahine ke hisaab-kitaab mein uljha hua, aur woh ek bank mein cashier thi—shaant aur apni hi duniya mein rehne wali. Tapri wale ke paas sirf ek hi cup chai bachi thi. Maine bina kuch soche woh cup Aanya ko de diya. Usne muskura kar 'Thank you' kaha aur apna naam bataya. Maine bhi apna naam bataya—'Rishabh'. Bas, wahan se humari ek choti si pehchaan shuru hui. Agle kuch mahino tak hum market ya colony ke mod par aamne-saamne aate rahe. Bas ek formal muskaan hoti thi. Hum tab tak ek doosre ke liye bilkul ajnabi the. Lekin phir ek shaam, aisi musaldaar baarish hui jisne humari zindagi badal di. Aanya sadak par phans gayi thi, uski scooty start nahi ho rahi thi. Maine dekha ki woh poori bheeg chuki hai. Main chhatta lekar uske paas gaya aur kaha, "Mera ghar paas hi hai, jab tak baarish rukti nahi, wahan chalte hain." Usne meri aankhon mein dekha aur bina kisi darr ke haan kar di. Jaise hi hum mere chote se flat mein aaye, maine darwaza band kar diya. Bahar toofan aur bijli ki garaj thi, aur andar ek ajeeb sa sannaata. Aanya ke kapde geele the, uske baalon se paani ki boondein uski gardan par dhal rahi thi. Maine use ek towel diya aur hum dono balcony ke paas khade hokar garam chai peene lage. Thand aur baarish ki seel ne mahaul mein ek ajeeb si garmahat ghol di thi. "Tum hamesha sabka itna khayal rakhte ho?" Aanya ne meri taraf dekh kar behad narmi se poocha. Maine uski aankhon mein dekha. Uski thartharati hui paalkein aur geele baal mere andar ek gahra junoon jaga rahe the. Maine ek kadam aage badhaya aur kaha, "Main sirf unka khayal rakhta hoon jo dil ke paas hote hain." Maine aahista se apna haath uski kamar par rakha. Aanya ke jism mein ek lehar daud gayi. Usne bina kisi jhijhak ke apne haath meri gardan mein daal diye aur mujhe apne paas kheench liya. Woh humara pehla aur behad junooni hug tha. Uski garmahat aur uski saansein meri hiq par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Maine Aanya ka chehra apne haathon mein thama aur uske thartharate honthon par jhuk gaya. Unka woh pehla kiss behad intense aur jazbaati tha. Aanya ne mere baalon mein apni ungliyan uljha li aur poori tarah mere aagosh mein samā gayi. Bahar ki baarish ke beech, humara woh milan kisi toofan se kam nahi tha. Maine Aanya ko apni baahon mein uthaya aur bedroom ki taraf badh gaya. Bed par litate hi Aanya ki saansein tez ho chuki thi. Maine aahista-aahista uske geele kapdon ko uske jism se juda kiya. Meri har ek touch ke sath uski saansein aur behak rahi thi. Mere lips uski gardan, uske shoulders aur kamar par badhte gaye, jisse uske andar ek mardana junooni lehar daudne lagi. Us raat, humari saansein, humari dhadkanein aur humara sparsh ek doosre mein poori tarah ghul gaya. Wahan koi darr nahi tha—sirf ek doosre ko paane ki behad gehri chahat thi. Us raat hum dono ne ek doosre ki rooh aur jism ko apna bana liya. Us raat ke baad, humara rishta ek nayi disha mein badh gaya. Hum ek doosre ke sath ek gahre relationship mein aa gaye. Hum shaam ko milte, apne sapno aur dardo ko baant te. Kuch saalon ke haseen safar aur ghar walon ki sehmati ke baad, humne shaadi kar li. Kahaani khatam karte hue maine Aanya ko aur zorkar apne seene se lagaya aur uske kaan mein kaha—"Dekho Aanya, jo ek din chai ki tapri par mere liye Present mein Ajnabi the, aaj wohi meri zindagi ka sabse khoobsoorat Future mein Humsafar ban kar mere paas hai." Aanya ne muskura kar mere lips par ek halki kiss ki aur boli, "Aur yeh Ajnabi ab hamesha ke liye tumhara hi rahega, Rishabh." Khidki ke bahar baarish waisi hi ho rahi thi, lekin aaj humare ghar mein sirf suraksha, sukoon aur ek kabhi na khatam hone wala pyar tha.