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Khoon Ki Shart
Usi silan bhari sadak ki baarish aur Singhania Mansion ke un vishal kanch ke darwazon se meri kahani shuru hui thi. Main Suman—24 saal ki ek aisi ladki jiske paas behisaab majboori thi, ek bimar baap tha jiska hospital bill har din meri saanson se bada hota ja raha tha, aur ek chhota bhai jiski padhai chhootne ki kangar par thi. Jab mera haath pakad kar shahar ke sabse bade billionaire, 30 saal ke Vikram Singhania ne shaadi ka proposal rakha, toh mujhe laga naseeb ne mujh par reham khaya hai. Uska roop, uski thandi gehri aankhein, aur uska vishal samrajya—mujhe laga main kisi sapne mein hoon. Lekin mujhe kya pata tha ki main kisi sapne mein nahi, balki ek khoon ko chhupane ke liye rachi gayi khaufnak saazish ka hissa banne ja rahi hoon. Shaadi ki pehli hi raat jab Us raat jab penthouse ki madhyam roshni mein Vikram mere kareeb aaya, toh hawa mein ek ajeeb sa khichav aur ghabrahat ghul gayi. Uski gehri, rahasyamayi aankhein seedhe meri aankhon mein jhank rahi thin—maano woh mere andar chhipe har dar ko padhna chahta ho. Jab woh ek kadam aur aage badha aur uski garam saansein meri gardan ko chhoone lagin, toh mere rongte khade ho gaye. Bina ek pal gavaye, usne mujhe apni taraf kheencha aur apni mazboot baahon ke ghere mein le liya. Uski mardana mehak aur chehre ka sakht tewar mujhe poori tarah se sammohit kar raha tha. Jo dar kuch der pehle tak mujhe rok raha tha, woh dheere-dheere ek bekaabu aakarshan mein badalne laga. Usne meri aankhon mein dekha aur phir dheere se jhukte hue mere honton ko apne niyantran mein le liya. Woh chumban mahaz ek sparsh nahi tha—usmein ek gehra, pyaasa aur junooni ehsaas tha, jisne ek pal ke liye meri saanson ki gati hi rok di. Uski ungliyan dheere-dheere meri saree ke pallu ko sarakte hue meri nangi kamar par aakar rukin. Uske is sparsh mein ek zaalim maalikana haq tha, jaise woh mujhe yeh ahsaas dila raha ho ki ab bhagne ka koi raasta nahi hai. Woh mujhe dheere-dheere bed ki taraf le aaya. Poore kamre mein sirf hamari ukhadti hui saanson ka sannata goonj raha tha. Uski garam saanson ki tapish meri gardan se hoti hui jaise-jaise neeche utri, mere sharir mein ek siharan daud gayi. Uska har sparsh mujhe andar tak hila raha tha. Us raat usne mujhe aakarshan aur deewangi ke ek aise bawandar mein dhakel diya jahan mera apni bhavnaon par koi bas nahi raha. Uski ungliyon ki sarasrahat aur uski teevra maujoodgi ne mujhe poori tarah apni giraft mein le liya. Woh mahaz ek sharirik nikat-ta nahi thi—uski is sanak aur beparwah andaaz ke aage main apni har had bhoolkar khud ko poori tarah uske supurd kar chuki thi. Lekin jaise hi woh junoon ka sabse teez lamha khatam hua, Vikram ne ek jhatke mein mujhe door kar diya. Woh bed se utha, apne kapde sahi kiye aur ek thandi, zaherili muskaan ke sath mujhe akela chhod kar kamre se bahar nikal gaya. Main wahan akele baithi reh gayi—uske jism ki aag mein jalne ke baad uski thandak se tadapti hui. Har weekend par wahi kahani dohraayi jati. Woh mujhe expensive kapde deta, diamond ke haar pehnata, aur raaton ko mere jism ko behisaab shiddat se apna banata. Uske jism ki aadat mujhe is kadar lag chuki thi ki mujhe laga shayad is rishte ke peeche Vikram ke dil mein mere liye thoda sa pyaar panap raha hai. Lekin sach kuch aur hi tha. Ek raat, jab Vikram ghar par nahi tha, main uske study room mein gayi. Wahan hidden safe mein mujhe woh crimson leather file mili: "ALIBI AND COVER-UP: THE NIGHT OF 12TH OCTOBER". File kholte hi mera khoon jam gaya. Wahan uski ex-fiancée Sophia ki khoon se sani hui laash ki photos thin... aur sath mein meri poori background report! Lawyer ke note mein likha tha: "Sophia ke murder ke waqt aap par shaq sabse jyada hai. Aapko ek aisi garib, majboor aur masoom biwi chahiye jiske zariye aap court mein sabit kar sakein ki aap us raat ghar par apne naye rishte ke junoon aur lust mein masroof the. Suman sabse behtareen shield hai." Mujhe laga mere seene par kisi ne bhari patthar rakh diya ho. Jis jism ke junoon aur romance ko main sachha pyaar samajh rahi thi, woh sirf ek murder ko chhupane ka sauda tha! Usne mujhe meri garibi aur majboori ki wajah se chuna tha, taaki meri aawaz ko aasaani se dabaya ja sake. Tabhi peeche se darwaza khula. Vikram khada tha—uske chehre par woh zaherili, thandi muskaan thi. "Tumhe yeh nahi dekhna chahiye tha, Suman," usne meri taraf badhte hue kaha. "Tumne mera aur mere jism ka istemal kiya?" main nafrat se kaampte hue boli. "Woh saari raatein... woh sab jhooth tha?" Vikram hansa—ek thandi, kroor hansi. "Tumne mere jism ka maza liya, Suman. Tum jaise garib logon ki aukaat kya hai? Thoda sa paisa, thoda sa jism ka sukh... aur tum apni rooh tak bech deti ho. Kal police aayegi, tum wahi bolegi jo maine sikhaya hai. Agar ek lafz bhi galat nikla, toh tumhara baap kal hospital se zinda bahar nahi aayega." Usne mujhe zameen par feka aur chala gaya. Lekin us raat, floor par baithi Suman ke andar ki masoomiyat mar gayi. Usne samajh liya tha ki ro kar nahi, balki Vikram ke hi khel mein use harakar badla liya jayega. Agle din, Crime Branch ke Inspector Neil Rawat penthouse aaye. Vikram sofa par baitha tha, wine ka glass haath mein liye, bilkul confident. "Mrs. Singhania," Inspector Neil ne poocha. "12 October ki raat 11 baje se subah 4 baje tak, aapke pati kahan the?" Vikram ne meri taraf ek warning bhari nazar dali. Use lag raha tha ki main uske jism ki aadat aur paise ke darr se wahi jhooth bolegi. Maine Vikram ki aankhon mein dekha, phir Inspector Neil ki taraf mudi. "12 October ki raat..." meri aawaz saaf aur bina kisi darr ke nikli, "...Vikram ghar par nahi the. Woh raat ko gaye aur subah 5 baje laute. Unke kapdon par khoon ke dhabbe the jo unhone balcony mein jalaye." Vikram ke haath se glass choot kar kanch ke hazar tukdon mein toot gaya. "Suman! Tum yeh kya..." "Aur itna hi nahi, Inspector," maine apne saree ke pallu se ek pen-drive nikala. "Ismein us safe ki saari audio-video recordings hain jismein Vikram ne Sophia ke murder aur mujhe dhamkane ki baat accept ki hai." Vikram gusse se pagal hokar meri taraf jhapta, lekin Inspector aur unke officers ne use zameen par patak kar hathkadiyan pehna din. Vikram zameen par pada mujhe ghoor raha tha, uski aankhon mein khauf tha. "Tumne sab kho diya, Suman! Tum sadak par aa jaogi!" Main dheere-dheere uske paas jhuki aur uske kaan mein phusphusayi: "Tumne mujhe apne jism aur paise ka gulaam samjha tha na? Tumne meri garibi ko meri kamzori samjha... lekin wahi garibi meri sabse badi shakti hai. Mujhe thode mein jeene ki aadat hai, lekin ghutne tek kar nahi. Aur haan... Sophia ki family ne mujhe tumhare khilaf saboot dene ke liye pehle hi legal protection aur mere baap ke ilaaj ka trust fund sign karwa diya hai." Vikram ka sar jhuk gaya. Uska ahankar, uska paisa, uska samrajya—sab kuch mere ek daav se dhey gaya. Jab police use ghasitte hue le ja rahi thi, main balcony mein aakar khadi ho gayi—apni aazadi aur aatmasamman ke taj ke sath.
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.