Kaatil Mere Hi Kamre Mein Tha

Mera naam Aayansh hai. Peshe se main ek criminal psychologist hoon. Duniya bhar ke shaatir criminals ke dimaag ko padhna, unke jhooth ko pakadna aur unke dhoongi chehron se nakaab utarna mera roz ka kaam tha. Mujhe lagta tha ki mujhse chaalak koi nahi ho sakta... par mujhe kya pata tha ki meri zindagi ka sabse bada aur khaufnak rahasya mere hi ghar mein, mere hi bistar par mere saath so raha hai.

Yeh kahani meri aur meri biwi Anaya ki hai.

Anaya aur meri love marriage hui thi. Woh behad shant, seedhi aur pyari ladki thi. Meri job aisi thi ki mujhe aksar hafton aur mahinon ke liye secret investigation par bahar jaana padta tha.

Sab kuch theek chal raha tha, lekin pichle 7-8 mahinon se meri hansti-khelti zindagi achanak ek darawne sapne mein badal gayi. Anaya achanak kisi rahasyamayi bimari ki chapet mein aane lagi. Kabhi achanak uske haath-pair sunn pad jaate, kabhi use saans lene mein itni takleef hoti ki use oxygen deni padti, toh kabhi woh mujhe dekhkar bhi pehchan nahi paati thi.

Bade se bade doctors ko dikhaya, shehar ke sabse mehenge hospitals mein bharti karaya, lekin saari reports ekdam normal aati theen.

Anaya ko is halat mein dekhkar mera kaleja muh ko aata tha. Jab bhi use daura padta, woh tadapti aur mera haath kaskor pakadkar rone lagti— "Aayansh, mujhe chhodkar mat jao, main mar jaungi!"

Uska yeh dard dekhkar maine apne saare bade projects chhod diye. London ka ek bahut bada assignment radd kar diya. Maine tay kar liya ki ab main kahin nahi jaunga, sirf apni biwi ka khayal rakhunga.

Ek raat kareeb 2 baje, Anaya so rahi thi. Main uske liye garam paani lene kitchen mein gaya. Tabhi mujhe laga ki humari study table se kuch gira hai.

Maine jaakar dekha toh Anaya ki ek purani diary floor par bikhri padi thi. Maine diary uthai. Panne palatte hue meri nazar ek panne par padi, jahan doctors ki likhi dawaiyon ke naam aur kuch tareekhein darj theen.

Lekin sabse neeche jo line likhi thi, usne mere rongte khade kar diye:

"Agar aaj ki khuraak sahi kaam kar gayi, toh Aayansh kal ki flight se kabhi London nahi ja payega."

Mera psychologist wala dimaag turant active ho gaya. Mujhe laga— kya koi meri absence mein meri biwi ko dheema zehar de raha hai? Kya humare ghar mein koi teesra insaan hai?

Agle hi din se maine apne hi ghar mein gupt roop se jaanbeen shuru kar di. Maine ghar ke har kone mein hidden cameras laga diye.

Teen din baad, jab maine raat ki CCTV footage check ki... toh jo maine dekha, us par meri aankhon ko yakeen nahi hua.

Raat ke 3 baje, jab poora ghar so raha hota tha, Anaya chupchap bistar se uthti. Woh bilkul theek-thaak chalkar store room mein jaati. Wahan ek almari ke peeche se ek sheeshi nikalati, usmein se kuch boondein apne doodh ke glass mein milaati aur pee jaati.

Woh dawa aisi thi jo insaan ke nerves system ko kuch ghanton ke liye poori tarah block kar deti thi.

Yaani Anaya koi naatak nahi kar rahi thi... woh khud ko sach mein zehar de rahi thi! Woh jaanjane mein khud ko maut ke muh mein dhel rahi thi taaki uski tabiyat bigde aur main use chhodkar kahin na ja sakun.

Mera dimaag sunn reh gaya. Mujhe apni hi biwi se dar lagne laga.

Gusse se mera khoon khoul raha tha. Main seedhe jaakar usse sawal karne hi wala tha ki tabhi mujhe uski ek medical file mein uske doctor ka purana personal note mila.

Us note ko padhkar mujhe samajh aaya ki Anaya bachpan mein ek bhayankar trauma se guzri thi. Mujhse shaadi se kuch saal pehle, uske parents ek car accident mein maare gaye the. Jis waqt unka accident hua, Anaya unse jhagda karke kuch din ke liye kisi trip par gayi hui thi.

Uske subconscious mind mein yeh baat patthar ki lakeer ban chuki thi ki— "Jo bhi mujhse door jaata hai, woh hamesha ke liye mujhe chhodkar mar jaata hai."

Jab meri job ki wajah se main do-do mahine bahar rehta tha, toh uska wo purana dar phir se jaag uthta tha. Use lagta tha ki agar main chala gaya, toh main kabhi wapas nahi aaunga. Aur phir usne khoj nikala wo tareeka... use samajh aaya ki jab-jab woh bimar padti hai, main sab kuch chhodkar uske paas bhaag aata hoon.

Woh buri nahi thi, woh chaalak bhi nahi thi... woh bas mujhse door hone ke khauf se paagal ho chuki ek akele, dari hui ladki thi.

Maine tay kiya ki ab yeh sab khatam karna hoga. Main usse gussa nahi karunga, balki use yakeen dilaunga ki main kahin nahi ja raha.

Us shaam bahut tez baarish ho rahi thi. Maine dekha ki Anaya phir se wohi dawa apne paani mein milane ja rahi thi.

Main chupchap kamre mein gaya aur uske haath se wo glass meenkhkar door phenk diya.

Anaya chaonk gayi. Uska chehra peela pad gaya. Usne table par rakhi dawa ki khaali sheeshiyaan dekhin aur samajh gayi ki uska raaz khul chuka hai. Woh ghutnon ke bal baithkar phoot-phootkar rone lagi.

"Aayansh... mujhe maaf kar do! Main kya karti? Tum jab bhi door jaate the, mujhe lagta tha tum kabhi nahi lautoge! Mujhe laga agar main mar bhi jaun, toh kam se kam aakhri pal mein tum mere paas toh rahoge..."

Mera dil pighal gaya. Main neeche jhuka, use apni baahon mein bhara aur uske aansu pochte hue bola: "Pagli, tumhe mujhe rokne ke liye khud ko maarne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Main aaj hi naukri se resignation de raha hoon. Ab main kahin nahi jaunga."

Maine usi waqt apne phone par apna resignation letter type kiya aur apne boss ko send kar diya. Anaya ne mere seene par sir rakh diya. Woh ro rahi thi, lekin is baar uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha.

Sab kuch theek ho gaya tha... ya mujhe aisa laga tha.