Pratiksha vahan khadi vikrant ke mutne ka shor sun rahi thi phir flush chalne ki awaz ayi aur vikrant brush karte hue bahar aya aur washbasin mein thukne laga. Pratiksha ye sab bade dhayan se dekh rahi thi. Thukte hue vikrant ek dum se piche muda aur use ghurte hue bola " mein band ankhon se aur band kapdon mein logon ko dekhna pasand nahi karta, vikrant ne pratiksha ko uppar se lekar niche tak dekha, usne ek tight shirt pehni hui thi jisme uski chatiyun ka ubhar jhalak raha tha " uske muh se tooth-paste behta hua gale tak pahunch raha tha jise usne hath se saaf kar phir thukte hue muh dhone laga. Pratiksha ko uspar ghin aur gussa dono aya par kuch bol na saki. Vikrant shirt se muh pochta hua aya aur kursi par ja baitha, na jane kyun pratiksha ki nazar us washbasin par gayi jo dur se hi behad ganda dikh raha tha phir usne apni ankh band ki aur gehri sans lete hue vikrant ki taraf dekha.
" hume tumhari madad chahie " uske kehte hi vikrant ne baithne ka ishara kiya, is baat ki use umid nahi thi, vo kursi par baith gayi. Vo bas jald se jald baat karke yahan se jana chahti thi.
" aur kitne log ho tum " uske baithte hi vikrant bola.
" dekho, mr "
" detective vikrant " vikrant ne uski baat kaat di.
" detective vikrant, mei tumse Akshad walia ke case ke silsale mein baat karne ayi hun "
" ok " bol kar vo chup ho gaya aur usne laptop ki screen utha di. Ab pratiksha aur vikrant ke bich vo screen bhi thi jise dekh pratiksha ko us din ki yaad aa gayi jab usme chudai ki awazein aa rahi thi. Uska dhayan us taraf chala gaya jiske baad use phir sari baat yaad aa gayi, vikrant ka use kharidne ki baat karna, inspector ka use chuna pata nahi kyun par bar-bar ye baat use tang kar rahi thi.
" Akshad walia ka case, ye wala " dhayan uska tab tuta jab samne usne newspaper dekha jiski taraf usne ishare se vikrant ko bataya.
" President ki beti ke sath rape aur murder, aropi Manish Mehra sakht kaid mein "
" who is manish mehra ? "
" tum batao tumne ishara kia "
" par isme koi manish mehra nahi " pratiksha ke kehne par vikrant ne dhang se dekha, " behenchod, muth mar-mar ke meri ankhein khap gayi hai "
" sorry ? " pratiksha ko kano par vishwas nahi hua jo usne abhi suna. Vo kuch kehti use pehle vikrant news paper utha kar padne laga.
" manish mehra ne to apne biwi ke ashiq ke tatte kaat dalle " usne akbhar wahan vapis rakh dia. " sorry meri ankhon ki galti " pratiksha kuch bolne se pehle akhbar dekhna chahti thi, kya vakai mein usne apni biwi ke ashiq ke tatte katte hain ? " galla katta hai " vikrant usko pakdte hue bola to pratiksha ke chehre ka rang fika padh gaya.
" akshad ko tumhari help ki need hai " pratiksha ne baat badal di.
" mei koi ashram nahi chalata jo madad karunga, detective hun mera kaam sabut dhundna hai bhale ki vo kisi ki jawani ka kyun na ho " vo janti thi ki vikrant uske sharir ko ghur raha hai, uski nazar uski chatiyun par tiki hai, na jane kis had tak soch kar man hi man mere sharir ke sath ? itna sochte hi pratiksha ko khud par ek bar phir ghin aa gayi.
Pratiksha mudde ki baat par kayam rahi " president ki beti ka rape aur murder charge hai akshad par "
" ok " vikrant ke itne sukhe hue jawab se vo irritate hone lagi.
" aur uske pas jada time nahi hai, kuch hi dino mein usko chair par baitha dia jayega "
" seriously ? " vikrant kursi se aage ki taraf aya.
" yes "
" wao " pratiksha ye reaction dekh bol padi, " what so wao in that ? "
" i thought, fansi se uppar saza nahi hai, apke husband ko koi aur ladki nahi mili ? "
" Akshad is not my husband & he didn't do it "
" didn't do what, rape or murder ? "
" nothing, he did nothing "
" tum itni sure kese ho ? "
" kyun ki mujhe pata hai "
" kaise ? "
" kyun ki mei akshad ko janti hun "
" kabse ? "
" kafi salon se "
" kitne ache se ? "
" bahut ache se "
" kis hadh tak ? "
" excuse me ? "
" kis hadh tak ? "
" us hadh tak nahi jaisa tum soch rahe ho "
" phir tum ek mard ko nahi janti " sawal jawab ke bich vikrant phir kursi par piche hokar baith gaya. Pratiksha uski taraf dekhti rahi aur ek pal dono chup rahe.
" what do you want to know ? "
" akhbar mein likha sach hai ya juth, soch kar mujhe iska jawab dena "
" sach hota to mei akshad ke liye nahi us ladki ke liye ati " vikrant uske jawab se impress hua. " ok "
" to ? " pratiksha ko jawab mein na han nazar aaya na-hi na
" tumhare pas jo bhi evidence hai vo mujhe kal de jana "
" it means i hired you " pratiksha ke chehre par muskan thi use laga usne vikrant ko akhir kharid hi lia. Vikrant uski baat par muskura dia, usne apna lund khujaya, pratiksha ko hath chalte dikhe to vo andaza laga kar samajh gayi.
Vo jada der baith is admi ki gandagi bardasht nahi kar sakti thi, vo apni jagah se khadi hui, ankhon par shade lagaye, " your fees ? " Vikrant ki nazar laptop ki screen par thi, pratiksha yun hi khadi rahi jese uske liye vo maujud hi nahi hai.
" you " bade hi normal andaz mein vikrant ne jawab dia aur screen par wapis dekhne laga.
" excuse me what ? " pratiksha ko ek pal laga samjhne mein ki vikrant ne kis baat ka jawab dia hai.
" my fees is you " vikrant ne bina uski taraf dekhe jawab dia.
" are you fucking kidding me right now ? "
" you hire me so my fees is you " vo abhi bhi uski taraf nhi dekh raha tha aur baat karne ke tarike se lag raha tha jese ab use baat karne mein koi interest nahi hai. Pratiksha ne apne shades uppar kiye, bolne ke liye muh khola phir hans di aur mud kar jane lagi par bahar gaye bina vo phir mudi " fuck you, bloody asshole, fuck you " usne ye baat bina chillaye kahi.
" hmm same thing " vikrant ka lehza dekh pratiksha gusse ka control nahi kar payi.
" listen to me you bastard " pratiksha ne table par zor se hath mara aur uski taraf jhuk gayi, ispar vikrant ne uski taraf dekha, chehra behad sundar tha par filal gusse mein tha, phir uski nazar niche sarki aur uski chatiyun par tham gayi. Jhukne se shirt loose ho gayi jise pratiksha ke cleavage ke sath uski grey color ki pehni hui bra ko vo dekhne laga, agle hi pal jab pratiksha ne ye bhanp liya to gusse se uska matha phir gaya.
" oh my god, he is such a pervert, why akshad why ? " vo itni tez chillai ki pura kamra uski awaz mein dub gaya " i don't kow why the fuck he wants you "
" taki tum asli mard ko jaan sako "
" shut-up just shutup, you'll go in fucking hell, understand fucking hell, mei hi bevkuf thi jo akshad ke khatir yahan aa gayi. Tum kya akshad ko save karoge you can't save yourself, dekho khud ko, just look at you, tum soch bhi kese sakte ho ki tum mere sath ? " usne ek second ka pause liya " fuck you, fuck you " usne kursi par zor se laat mari aur bag utha kar vahan se chali gayi. Gusse mein uski sansein bahut jada tez chal rahi thi, vo gaddi mein baithi usne apna bag fainka aur ek pal zor-zor se sansein lene lagi. Sochte hue use sab batein yaad ane lagi jiske yaad atte hi use khud par ghin aur gussa dono ane laga.
Vo zor zor se gaddi par marne lagi " shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck " phir khud ko sambhalte hue baal piche kiye aur sansein kabu karte hue bag se mobile phone nikal kar number dial kiya.
" mr dixit " samne se phone uthte hi boli.
" yes naina tell me "
" do you know who is vikrant, detective vikrant "
" no why ? "
" because akshad wants to hire him "
" what ? tumhe kese pata ? & why he wants to hire a detective " uski awaz mein chinta aur ghabrahat thi.
" because he asked me to do so & he thinks ki vahi use bacha sakta hai "
" mene kabhi nahi suna iske bare mein and akshad didn't told me about him "
" usne sirf mujhe bataya hai mr. dixit aur apko batane se bhi mana kiya hai "
" but why ? naina do you think akshad know about us ?"
" i don't think so, apne bhi nahi jante ise, kisi ne iske bare mein nahi suna to question is how did Akshad know about him ? " usne phone cut karke ek bar vikrant ke ghar ki taraf dekha aur vahan se nikal gayi.
" interesting " vikrant laptop par chal rahi dono ki conversation ko sun kar muskura dia.