Sci-FI ZAKHM: [The Scars of Silence]

[Dark Rider69]

INTRODUCTION:

Hey friends!

Ye meri pehli kahani hai jo main XForum pe post kar raha hoon. Main writer nahi hoon, bas padhne ka shauq hai, lekin yahan ke aur writers ki writings ne mujhe itna influence aur motivate kiya ke main bhi apni kahani likhne ka soch liya. So, kuch cheezein pehle hi clear karna chahta hoon:

1. Main professional writer nahi hoon – isliye likhne mein bohot saari mistakes hongi! Aap sab mujhe correct kar sakte hain jab bhi zaroorat ho.

2. Ye kahani already plan ho chuki hai – iska matlab hai ke storyline aur characters main change nahi karunga, toh suggestions ka respect hai lekin story waise hi chalegi jaise maine sochi hai.

3. Is story ka idea fully original nahi hai – maine alag-alag stories se ideas blend kiye hain aur yeh outcome banaya hai.

4. Aur haan, ye sab fictional hai jo bhi situations aur events hain wo sirf imagination hain. Agar kuch relatable lage toh sorry in advance ye sirf coincidence hai!

Chalo phir, kahani shuru karte hain!

***

Is kahani ka sansaar ek anjaana aur rochak jagah hai – ek aise universe mein, jahan science aur technology ne naye raaste khole hain jo aam insaan ki soch se pare hain. Yeh duniya sirf dikhayi dene wale sach se aage badh chuki hai; yahaan ek gehra, chhupa hua raaz hai jo insani vigyaan ki seemaon ko chhu kar bhi unse aage nikal gaya hai. Is duniya mein, andheron ke piche aise kuch cheezen chhupi hui hain jo aam nazar se door hain, aur in raaz ko samajhna sirf kuch logon ke bas mein hai. Yeh duniya ek aise khel mein band gayi hai jahan maut aur zindagi ke beech ka faasla sirf ek pal ka hai, aur insaan aur kuch aur banne ke beech ki sirhian modhi ja chuki hain.

Kahani shuru hoti hai 1970 ke daur mein, jab Cold War apne shikhar par tha aur Germany do tukdon mein bata tha West Germany aur East Germany. Isi tanav ke mahal mein East Germany ka ek vision-driven scientist, Dr. Wilhelm Kraus, ek naye lakshya ke saath aage badha: insani genome ko samajhne aur badalne ka irada lekar. Yahaan par ek badi baat samajhna zaroori hai: genetic engineering aur genetic modification mein antar kya hai. Genetic engineering ek vigyaan hai jo insani genes ko manipulate ya control karke nayi khubiyaan banane ki koshish karta hai, lekin genetic modification ya mutation isse bhi ek kadam aage hai – yeh insani DNA ko is tarah se tabdeel karta hai ki naye, pehle kabhi na dekhe gaye jeev ya characteristics paida ho sakein.

Dr. Kraus ko "genetic modification ka pita" kaha ja sakta hai, kyunki usne insani genes mein aise parivartan karne ki koshish ki jo insaniyat ke liye bilkul naye raaste khol sakte the. Par yeh sirf Dr. Kraus hi nahi tha; unse pehle bhi kuch gyaani scientists – Gregor Mendel aur Hugo de Vries jaise logon ne genes aur hereditary traits ka gyaan diya, aur unke baad, 1970s mein, biologists jaise Paul Berg ne genetic engineering mein pehla kadam uthaya. Lekin Kraus ne genetic modification ke raaste mein kuch aise prayog kiye jo insani aur machine ke beech ka antar dheere dheere mitane lage.

Kraus aur uske kuch saathiyon ne East Germany mein ek gupt laboratory mein experiments shuru kiye, jahan woh insani DNA ko machine aur advanced technologies ke saath jodna chahte the. Unka lakshya tha aise beings banana jo aam insaan se kayi guna zyada taqat, speed aur sahas rakhte ho. Kraus ka maanna tha ki agar insani genes ko naye tareeke se modify kiya jaye aur machine ke sath mila diya jaye, toh aise jeevon ka nirman ho sakta hai jo samanya insani capabilities se pare ho – ek aise yug ka aaghaaz, jahan insani aur machine ka milan ek nayi soch ko janam de sakta hai.

Par in parivartanon ke apne khatrey bhi the. Jab Dr. Kraus aur uske saathiyon ne apne projects ko aage badhana shuru kiya, tabhi se ethical boundaries dheere dheere mitne lage. Genetic modification aur advanced cyborg technologies ke mishran se aise beings ka janm hua jo insani aur machine ke beech ke fark ko dhundhla kar rahe the, aur yeh duniya ke kuch chuninda logo ke haathon mein ek shakti ban gayi – jo agar galat haathon mein pad gayi toh duniya ke liye ek bhayanak khatra ban sakti thi.

Dr. Kraus aur uske team ke experiments ke asar dheere dheere duniya ke har kona tak pahunch gaye, aur kahi, kisi roop mein yeh genetic modification aur mutation ke prayog aaj bhi chhupkar chal rahe hain. In experiments ke natije mein kuch aise beings paida hue jo apni khud ki soch aur sense of purpose le kar aaye hain. Genetic modification ka yeh raasta duniya ke liye ek shraap bhi ho sakta hai – agar yeh power control ke bahar chali jaaye, toh yeh poore sansaar ko tabahi ki taraf le ja sakti hai.

Yahi kahani hai ek aise cyborg ki jo duniya ka rakhwala, bana lekin ab woh apne control se bahar ho chuka hai aur duniya ke sabse bade khatre mein tabdeel hone ki kagar par khada hai. Yeh ek safar hai jo insaniyat aur uske vigyaan ke safar ko naye soch aur naye khatre ki taraf le jaata hai..

 

[Laila Ali Khan]

INTRODUCTION:

Hey friends!

Ye meri pehli kahani hai jo main XForum pe post kar raha hoon. Main writer nahi hoon, bas padhne ka shauq hai, lekin yahan ke aur writers ki writings ne mujhe itna influence aur motivate kiya ke main bhi apni kahani likhne ka soch liya. So, kuch cheezein pehle hi clear karna chahta hoon:

1. Main professional writer nahi hoon – isliye likhne mein bohot saari mistakes hongi! Aap sab mujhe correct kar sakte hain jab bhi zaroorat ho.

2. Ye kahani already plan ho chuki hai – iska matlab hai ke storyline aur characters main change nahi karunga, toh suggestions ka respect hai lekin story waise hi chalegi jaise maine sochi hai.

3. Is story ka idea fully original nahi hai – maine alag-alag stories se ideas blend kiye hain aur yeh outcome banaya hai.

4. Aur haan, ye sab fictional hai jo bhi situations aur events hain wo sirf imagination hain. Agar kuch relatable lage toh sorry in advance ye sirf coincidence hai!

Chalo phir, kahani shuru karte hain!

***

Is kahani ka sansaar ek anjaana aur rochak jagah hai – ek aise universe mein, jahan science aur technology ne naye raaste khole hain jo aam insaan ki soch se pare hain. Yeh duniya sirf dikhayi dene wale sach se aage badh chuki hai; yahaan ek gehra, chhupa hua raaz hai jo insani vigyaan ki seemaon ko chhu kar bhi unse aage nikal gaya hai. Is duniya mein, andheron ke piche aise kuch cheezen chhupi hui hain jo aam nazar se door hain, aur in raaz ko samajhna sirf kuch logon ke bas mein hai. Yeh duniya ek aise khel mein band gayi hai jahan maut aur zindagi ke beech ka faasla sirf ek pal ka hai, aur insaan aur kuch aur banne ke beech ki sirhian modhi ja chuki hain.

Kahani shuru hoti hai 1970 ke daur mein, jab Cold War apne shikhar par tha aur Germany do tukdon mein bata tha West Germany aur East Germany. Isi tanav ke mahal mein East Germany ka ek vision-driven scientist, Dr. Wilhelm Kraus, ek naye lakshya ke saath aage badha: insani genome ko samajhne aur badalne ka irada lekar. Yahaan par ek badi baat samajhna zaroori hai: genetic engineering aur genetic modification mein antar kya hai. Genetic engineering ek vigyaan hai jo insani genes ko manipulate ya control karke nayi khubiyaan banane ki koshish karta hai, lekin genetic modification ya mutation isse bhi ek kadam aage hai – yeh insani DNA ko is tarah se tabdeel karta hai ki naye, pehle kabhi na dekhe gaye jeev ya characteristics paida ho sakein.

Dr. Kraus ko "genetic modification ka pita" kaha ja sakta hai, kyunki usne insani genes mein aise parivartan karne ki koshish ki jo insaniyat ke liye bilkul naye raaste khol sakte the. Par yeh sirf Dr. Kraus hi nahi tha; unse pehle bhi kuch gyaani scientists – Gregor Mendel aur Hugo de Vries jaise logon ne genes aur hereditary traits ka gyaan diya, aur unke baad, 1970s mein, biologists jaise Paul Berg ne genetic engineering mein pehla kadam uthaya. Lekin Kraus ne genetic modification ke raaste mein kuch aise prayog kiye jo insani aur machine ke beech ka antar dheere dheere mitane lage.

Kraus aur uske kuch saathiyon ne East Germany mein ek gupt laboratory mein experiments shuru kiye, jahan woh insani DNA ko machine aur advanced technologies ke saath jodna chahte the. Unka lakshya tha aise beings banana jo aam insaan se kayi guna zyada taqat, speed aur sahas rakhte ho. Kraus ka maanna tha ki agar insani genes ko naye tareeke se modify kiya jaye aur machine ke sath mila diya jaye, toh aise jeevon ka nirman ho sakta hai jo samanya insani capabilities se pare ho – ek aise yug ka aaghaaz, jahan insani aur machine ka milan ek nayi soch ko janam de sakta hai.

Par in parivartanon ke apne khatrey bhi the. Jab Dr. Kraus aur uske saathiyon ne apne projects ko aage badhana shuru kiya, tabhi se ethical boundaries dheere dheere mitne lage. Genetic modification aur advanced cyborg technologies ke mishran se aise beings ka janm hua jo insani aur machine ke beech ke fark ko dhundhla kar rahe the, aur yeh duniya ke kuch chuninda logo ke haathon mein ek shakti ban gayi – jo agar galat haathon mein pad gayi toh duniya ke liye ek bhayanak khatra ban sakti thi.

Dr. Kraus aur uske team ke experiments ke asar dheere dheere duniya ke har kona tak pahunch gaye, aur kahi, kisi roop mein yeh genetic modification aur mutation ke prayog aaj bhi chhupkar chal rahe hain. In experiments ke natije mein kuch aise beings paida hue jo apni khud ki soch aur sense of purpose le kar aaye hain. Genetic modification ka yeh raasta duniya ke liye ek shraap bhi ho sakta hai – agar yeh power control ke bahar chali jaaye, toh yeh poore sansaar ko tabahi ki taraf le ja sakti hai.

Yahi kahani hai ek aise cyborg ki jo duniya ka rakhwala, bana lekin ab woh apne control se bahar ho chuka hai aur duniya ke sabse bade khatre mein tabdeel hone ki kagar par khada hai. Yeh ek safar hai jo insaniyat aur uske vigyaan ke safar ko naye soch aur naye khatre ki taraf le jaata hai..

Congratulations

boht hi Unique story laag rahi ha aapki ,, hope aap isko continue rakhoge .

 

[Dark Rider69]

HH

Congratulations

boht hi Unique story laag rahi ha aapki ,, hope aap isko continue rakhoge ...

Thank you so much for visiting my thread, aur definately mai iss ko continue rakhu ga. Busy skedual ke chalte updates mein thodi dair ho sakti hai par safar jaari rahe ga, Initially toh 1 update per week ka plan hai, let's hope for the best

 

[Laila Ali Khan]

HH


Thank you so much for visiting my thread, aur definately mai iss ko continue rakhu ga. Busy skedual ke chalte updates mein thodi dair ho sakti hai par safar jaari rahe ga, Initially toh 1 update per week ka plan hai, let's hope for the best

Intezar rehega aapke update ka

 

[Dark Rider69]

Intezar rehega aapke update ka

Thanks once again, and I'll post the update tonight.

 

[Laila Ali Khan]

Thanks once again, and I'll post the update tonight.

waiting

 

[Dark Rider69]

Update 1: The Silent Scream​

Nevember ki ek sard shaam thi, samay kuch kareeb: 4:37 pm ka ho ga. Society ki backside par ek sunsaan sadak mein ek ladki akeli chal rahi thi, ghusse aur dar ke saath apna bag mazbooti se pakde hue. Usne dheere se apni raftar badhaayi, par uske peeche kuch ladke uska peecha kar rahe the, unke chehron par bure iraadon ki muskurahat thi.

“Arre, kaha bhaag rahi ho, sweetheart?” ek ladka cheekh kar bola, uske kadmon ko rokne ki koshish karta hua.

Ladki ne ghussa dikhate hue unki taraf dekha aur bola, “Chhodo mera raasta! Tumhe samajh nahi aata?”

Ek aur ladka aage bada aur uske kareeb ja kar bola, “Aree chup kar, chillaane ki zaroorat nahi hai… aur thoda samay toh hume bhi milne do. Tumhare jaise figure ka toh hume bhi maza lena chahiye!”

Ladki ne peechhe hatne ki koshish ki, lekin woh aur bhi uske kareeb aane lage. Teesre ladke ne haath aage badhaya aur uske seene ko zor sedabaya . “Arey, itna bhi kya sharmana? Tumhare jaise mal ko toh hum sambhal lenge.”

Ladki kaanpte hue unhe rokne ki koshish karti rahi, lekin ek ladke ne uska bag kheenchte hue apni taraf zor se kheench liya aur bola, “Dekho, agar chillayi toh bahut bura hoga. Aur waise bhi, tumhara tan aur ye shaam dono hamare liye hi hai.”

Itna keh kar, usne ladki ki hips ko dabaya aur hassne laga, “Wah, kya feel hai! Aaj toh poori masti hogi.” Uske doston ne bhi hassi mein saath diya.

Tabhi peeche se ek aur awaaz aayi, “Chhodo usse!”

Sabne mud ke dekha, toh ek ladka wahaan khada tha. Uske chehre pe darr aur thoda ghussa tha, lekin aankhon mein kuch kehne ka jazba tha. “Main keh raha hoon, hatt jao uske saamne se!”

“Ek ladka uski taraf ghuma aur has kar bola, "Hahahaha! Aree bhai, yeh toh wohi hai.

” ek aur ladka jhunjhla kar bola aur mazak mein bola, “Hero banne aya hai, chutiye? Chal tujhe bhi maza chakhaate hain.” Aur woh sab us par toot pade.

Ek ladke ne sabse pehle uske pet mein zor se mukka maara. *“Bammmm!!!”* Uske chehre pe darr dikhne laga, par uske upar mukke aur laaton ki baarish hone lagi.

Doosre ladke ne uske peeth par zor se laat maari. *“Thuddd!!!”* Woh zor se neeche gir gaya, aur woh sab uspe haath aur paon se vaar karte rahe. *“Bawww!!!”* Uske cheekh uss sannate mein gunj rahi thi.

Ek ladka uske jabde par zor se mukka maar ke bola, “Abey hero banna tha na? Ab maar kha!”

Woh ladka cheekhta raha, lekin un ladkon ne bina kisi daya ke us par laat aur mukke maarte rahe. Tabhi unke leader ne zor se kaha, “Isko sabak sikhaate hain jo zindagi bhar nahi bhulega!” Usne gusse aur nasha mein apni Land Cruiser ke taraf ishara kiya.

Ek ladke ne uss ko pakda aur use zor se raste par gira diya. Leader ne bina soch samjhe apni Land Cruiser mein baith kar gaadi ko uske upar chala diya. *“Krrrrchhh!!!”* ek bhayanak si awaaz aayi, jaise uske haddi-pasli toot gayi ho..

Ye dekh kar sabke chehre pe dar ka saya aa gaya, jaise unka nasha utar gaya ho. “Abey, kya kiya humne?” ek ladka kaanp kar bola, aur sab ke sab bina kuch kahe seedha jeep mein baith kar bhaag gaye.

Kuch der ke baad, ek aur gaadi us raaste se guzri aur ruki jab uske driver ne sadak par kuch pada dekha. Ye ek lambi, shandar sedan thi, aur usme se ek aurat bahar nikli. Uske kapde aur chehre par ek ajeeb si chamak thi, jaise woh aam insaan nahi ho.

Usne neeche jhuk kar us ladke ki taraf dekha. Uske chehre par pehle shock ka expression tha. Dheere se uske kareeb aayi aur uska haath uske chehre pe rakha, jaise uske saans ko mehsoos kar rahi ho.

“Is he… alive?” usne dheere se apne aap se kaha. Phir uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskurahat aayi, jaise uske iraade aur bhi gehre ho gaye ho.

Ladke ko ghor se dekhta hue , she whispered, “Seems like fate brought you to me... Let’s see where this takes us, shall we?”

Aur woh us ladke ko apni gaadi mein daal kar wahan se nikal gayi, uske hont par ek rahasyamayi muskurahat thi, jo kuch zyada hi suspicious dikh rahi thi.

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Yesterday Morning: 7:56 AM



Subah ka samay hai. Ek feeki roshni kamre mein bikhri hui hai. Ek ladka, , neend se bhaari aankhein kholta hai. Aaj Sunday hai, lekin uske dil mein kisi tarah ka sukoon nahi hai.woh bistar se uthta hai, apne sir ko thoda dabata hai jaise aankho mein abhi bhi neend ka khumaar hai, aur dheere-dheere fresh hone ke liye bathroom ki taraf badhta hai.

Uski manodasha aisi thi, jaise koi naya din sirf ek aur mushkil lekar aaya ho..

Bathroom se fresh hokar woh niche dining room ki taraf jaata hai. Nashta ka samay hai, aur uski maa aur dono behne table ke chaaron or baithi hain. Uska pita, Akram Shehzad, bhi table par baitha hai, apne mobile mein vyast hai.

Nimra, jo salaar kiMaa hai: "Achha hua tum uth gaye. Tumhare liye roti aur chai rakhi hai. Jaldi se kha lo, nahi to thandi ho jayegi."

Salaar chupchaap table ke paas jaakar baith jaata hai. Jaise hi woh apni plate uthatta hai, Aarisha, uski sabse badi behen, use dhyan se dekhti hai.

Aarisha: "Salaar, kitni bhi koshish kar lo, tum kabhi waqt par nahi uthoge. Aakhir kab tummein apni zimmedaari ka ehsaas hoga?"

Salaar sir jhukaye chup rehta hai, jaise yeh uske liye aam baat ho.

Ifra, jo ke salaar se badi behen hai: "Maa, isko nashta dene ki kya zaroorat hai? Subah uthkar bhi ise akal nahi aayi.

Nimra: "Bas karo tum dono. Lekin Salaar, tumhe samajhna chahiye ki tumhare baba aur main tumhari taraf se thak chuke hain. Tumhare paas wo skills nahi hain jo tumhare bhai-behno ke paas hain. Tumhe kuch karna chahiye apni life mein. Kab tak tum iss haal mein rahoge?"

Salaar chup rehta hai, uska chehra udaasi se bhara hai, lekin woh kuch nahi keh pata.

Nimra: "Aarisha aur Ifra ko dekho, kitni mehnati hain. Aarisha ne MBA karke achhi naukri paayi hai. Ifra bhi IT company mein achi post par hai. Aur tum? Tumhe bas ek mauka mila hai, aur wo bhi tum barbaad kar rahe ho." Tum jaante ho hum kitni mushkil se tumhari padhai ka karcha afford kar rahe hain,per phir bhi tum!!.

Salaar ka dil doob jata hai, lekin woh kuch nahi keh pata. Woh apni plate mein nashta ka nivala lena chahta hai, lekin uske haath ruk jaate hain.

Ifra: "Jab dekho bas yahi bechari shakal lekar hum sabke beech mein baith jaata hai. Ek kaam ka nahi hai yeh. Sabse chhota hote hue bhi koi quality nahi hai ismein."

Aarisha apne mobile se nazar uthati hai aur thodi nafrat bhari nazar se Salaar ko dekhti hai.

Aarisha: "Waise, mere doston mein sab mujhse yahi kehte hain ki tumhara bhai kisi kaam ka nahi. Mujhe to sharm aati hai tumhe apna bhai kehne mein. Ek kaam to waqt par kar nahi sakta."

Salaar thodi der ke liye chup rehta hai, fir dheere se bolta hai, "Aapi, main… main koshish kar raha hoon…"

Akram: "Koshish? Tumhare liye koshish ka matlab hai sirf waqt barbaad karna. Tumhare jaise logon se kuch umeed nahi lagayi ja sakti."

Salaar ka chehra aur bhi udaas ho jata hai. Woh apne khayalon mein kho jata hai ki shayad uske paas wo kabilayat nahi hai jo uski family ko khush kar sake.

Dopahar ka samay hai: Jab sab apne kamron mein chale jaate hain, Salaar lawn mein baith kar apne khayalon mein kho jaata hai. Uske dil mein ek bhaari bojh hai jo utarta nahi. Thodi der baad uski maa uske paas aati hai.

Nimra: "Salaar, kya tumhe kabhi yeh samajh aata hai ke tumhare baba aur main kitne udas hain? Har din hum tumse behtar hone ki umeed rakhte hain, lekin tumhara har kadam humein sirf bechaini aur gham deta hai. Tumhare bhai aur behnein jo kuch hasil kar rahi hain, uske muqablay mein tum kahan khade ho? Tumhein apni zindagi mein kuch bada karna padega. Kab tak tum is tarah se jeete rahoge? Yeh sab dekhkar humara dil toot jata hai. Kya tum nahi soch sakte ke aise jeene se tumhara future kitna khatarnak ho sakta hai?"

Salaar apni maa ke chehre ko dekhta hai, lekin uski aankhon mein wo nafrat aur nirasha dekh leta hai jo use aur bhi guilty feel karwati hai.

Salaar (dheere se): "Maa, main to bas aap sabko khush karna chahta hoon..."

Nimra: "Khush? Tum khushi dena jaante hi kahan ho? Agar tum sach mein samajhte to kab ka kuch ban gaye hote. Tumne kabhi koi prayas nahi kiya."

Yeh sunte hi Salaar ke dil mein ek chubhan si mehsoos hoti hai. Uske liye har lafz ek nai tanz, ek nai chot ban kar dil mein utar rahi thi.

Shaam ka samay tha: Jaise hi shaam hoti hai, Salaar apne kamre mein beitha tha. Tabhi Ifra andar aati hai.

Jab Ifra Salaar ke room mein uske dhule hue kapde rakhne aayi, toh usne dekha ke Salaar free baithkar kuch soch raha tha. Uski nazar us par padi, aur uski aankhein gusse se bhar gayi. Ek baar phir us par bhadak gayi. Ifra, jo ek class-conscious ladki thi, kabhi bhi apne doston ki baaton se door nahi reh sakti thi. Woh Islamabad ki ek prestigious IT company mein kaam karti thi, jahan uske dost aur staff ameer background se aate the. Wahan dikhawa sab kuch tha, aur Ifra bhi is sab ka hissa banne ki koshish karti thi.

Bohat baar, uski dost apne bhai-behno ke bare mein baatein karke usse bechain kar deti thi, usse mehsoos karwati thi ke wo unki tarah kyu nahi ho sakti. Unki zindagi ek pariprekshya thi, jo glamor aur success se bhari thi, jabki Salaar ka haal kuch aur hi tha. Jab bhi Ifra apne bhai ke bare mein sochti, uske dil mein ek ajeeb si uljhan hoti thi. Usse yeh sab un baaton mein dikhane layak nahi lagta tha jo uski dost kar rahi thi.
Isliye, usne Salaar ko taunting karne ka ek silsila shuru kar diya, jaise wo apne doston ko dikhana chahti ho ke wo unse behtar hai. "Salaar," usne thoda taana dete hue kaha, "kya tum hamesha isi tarah bekaar aur unskilled rahoge? Kya tum kabhi kuch banne ka sochoge? Kya tumhara koi talent nahi hai?"

Salaar ko yeh sun kar chot lagti hai.

Salaar: "Aapi, main… main sach mein koshish kar raha hoon."

Ifra (gusse mein): "Koshish? Tumhari koshish to hamesha nakam rehti hai. Tum hamesha meri baaton ko taal dete ho. Tum bas mujhse ladne ka bahana dhoondte ho."

Salaar ka chehra udaas ho jata hai. Woh apni bhavnaayein vyakt karna chahta hai, lekin Ifra ki aakramakta use rok deti hai.

Ifra: "Tumne mujhe hamesha sharminda kiya hai, Salaar. Tumhari wajah se mere doston ke saamne meri izzat chali gayi. Kya tum kabhi kuch theek se kar sakte ho?"

Salaar ke mann mein ek halchal hoti hai..

Salaar: "Aapi, main samajhta hoon… main koshish kar raha hoon…"

Ifra bina ek aur shabd kahe baahar chali jaati hai. Salaar ka dil toot jata hai.

Raat ka samay hai: Sab dinner table par baithkar khana kha rahe hain, lekin aaj bhi Salaar ke liye wahi samay hai.

Ifra: "Mujhe lagta hai, is baar to Salaar ko bas university se nikaal hi dena chahiye. Har dafa bas thode se marks se pass ho jaata hai, is baar wo bhi nahi ho payega."

Aarisha: "Aur waise bhi, mujhe nahi lagta ki ye kisi bhi tarah hamare level tak kabhi aa sakta hai. Sabko apne bhaiyon par garv hota hai, aur hamare paas bas ye hai."

Salaar apni aankhein neeche kiye chupchaap khana khata rahta hai. Uske andar koi nafrat nahi, bas udaasi ka ek saagar hai jo samajh nahi aa raha ki kaise thame.

Woh apne kamre mein jaakar darwaza band kar leta hai. Uski aankhon mein aansu hote hain, lekin woh unhe chhupata hai. Woh bistar par let jaata hai, apne dil ke bojh ko halka karne ki koshish karta hai.

Salaar (aankhein band karke): "Main koshish kar raha hoon, wo banne ki jo aap sab chahte hain. Maine sirf aap sabka pyaar chaha tha, meri koi aur maang nahi rahi. Lekin… kya main kabhi apni family ki umeedon par khara utar paaunga? Ya bas ek aur nakami ban kar reh jaunga?"

Aakhirkar, uski aankhein dheere-dheere band ho jaati hain, jaise uski thakaan usse khud se door kar rahi ho. Woh ek asahayi lekin mazboot insaan ke sapne mein kho jaata hai, jahan har raaste par wo apne sapnon ko haqiqat mein badal deta hai, lekin uska dil usi purani udaasi se bhara rehta hai, jo usse hamesha takleef deti hai.

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Subah ki thandi hawa ne kamre ko halka sa sard kar rakha hai. Salaar ne aankhein kholi aur thodi der bistar mein pade rehne ke baad, dheere se uthkar bathroom ki taraf chala gaya. Usne thanda paani chhidhak kar apna chehra dhoya aur tayar hone laga. Aaj usne ek light blue sweater aur dark blue jeans pehni, aur ek purana jacket bhi le liya jo use thand se bachaye.

Jab Salaar dining table par aaya, uska baap Akram wahan pehle se maujood tha. Woh newspaper padh raha tha aur breakfast khatam karne wala tha. Usne Salaar ko dekha aur table par baithne ka ishara kiya.

Akram: "Aaj tumhara semester ka pehla din hai, aur main tumhare kisi bhi bahane ko nahi sununga. Seedhe university jaana, aur apna dimaag use karna seekho. Ye jo tumhari faltu ki harkatein hain, inhe chhodo. Samjhe?"

Salaar ne sirf “jee,baba” keh kar sir jhuka liya. Akram ne ek baar gusse bhari nazar daali aur apne kamre ki taraf chala gaya.

Uski maa, Nimra, ab bhi kitchen mein busy thi, aur Areesha bhi uski madad kar rahi thi. Ifra uske bagal mein baithi thi, aur use dekhti hi ek nafrat se bhari muskurahat uske chehre par aa gayi.

Jab Salaar ne chai ka cup uthaya aur sip lene laga, uske haath se thoda hil gaya aur garam chai seedhe Ifra ke kapdon par gir gayi.

Ifra: "Aouchh! Salaar, tumhara dimag hai ya nahi?! Tumne ye kya kiya?!"

Ifra ke chehre par gusse ki laali pad gayi thi, aur woh dard bhare chehre se apne kapdon ko dekhti rahi.

Salaar: "Aapi, maaf kar do… galti se ho gaya."

Lekin Ifra ka gussa aur bhi bhadak gaya. "Mujhe phir se Tumhari wajah se subha ki thand mein shower lena padega! Aur phir se change karna padega!"

Aur bina kuch soche, Ifra ne gusse mein uske chehre par zor se ek thappad jada diya*thapp!*

Ifra: "Tum se kabhi kuch theek se nahi hota, samjhe? Tum sab ke liye sirf ek museebat ho, aur kuch nahi!"

Salaar ne sirf neeche dekha, uski aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye the. Woh chup chaap dining table se uth gaya aur apne kamre mein chala gaya, apne dil ko tootne se rokta hua.

Salaar ne apna bag uthaya aur bina kuch khaaye, ghar se nikal gaya. Thand aur udaasi dono uske chehre par saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Bus stop par pahunch kar, woh apne khayalon mein kho gaya. Apne aap se ladaai karte hue uska mann ab bhi uss subah ki baatein yaad kar raha tha. Uske dil mein dard tha, aur mann mein sirf sawaalon ka bojh.

Thodi der baad, bus aayi aur woh andar chala gaya. Usne dekha ke ek ladki—jo takriban 27 saal ki thi aur Areesha ki dost thi, uske samne hi khadi thi. Aur kisi seat pe jagah nahi thi, isliye woh chup chaap uske peechhe khada ho gaya. Bus mein bheed thi, aur dheere dheere woh sab log apne apne raste par chal diye.

Agla stop aaya, aur do college ke ladke bus mein chadh gaye. Woh ladki ke bilkul peechhe aa gaye aur dheere dheere unhone apne haath uske hips par rakh diye. Pehle toh woh ladki chup rahi, ye samajhkar ke bheed ki wajah se aisa ho raha hai. Lekin kuch hi waqt mein, un ladkon ne had paar karni shuru kar di.

Ek ladka uske hips ke paas haath ghumane laga, aur doosre ladke ne dheere se apna penis uske hips ke crack mein rub karna shuru kiya.

Ladki ko ab gussa aane laga, lekin woh palti nahi. Pehle toh woh kuch nahi boli, lekin jaise hi woh ladke aur bhi shaitani karne lage, uska gussa bhar gaya. Usne tezi se palat kar dekha.

Jab uski nazar palat kar dekhti hai toh woh Salaar ko apne peechhe khada dekhti hai aur gusse se bhadak uthi.

Ladki: "Tum ye kya kar rahe ho? Tumhe sharam nahi aati? Main tumhe Areesha se zaroor complaint karungi!"

Salaar ne samjhane ki koshish ki, "Aapi, meri baat suno, main kuch nahi kar raha tha, ye woh… main sach keh raha hoon!"

Par woh uski baat sunne ko tayaar nahi thi. Woh bas usay ghusse se dekhti rahi aur chhodo ka ishara kar diya.

Ladki: "Main Areesha ko bata dungi. Tum jaise log hamesha apne maqsad mein lage rehte ho, sharam karo!"

Salaar ke chehre par dar aur bechaini thi, lekin woh kuch nahi bol sakta tha. Uska dil aur bhi toot gaya. Jab uska stop aaya, woh bus se neeche utar gaya, sirf is darr ke saath ke aakhir ab kya hoga.
Salaar bus se utar kar apne mann mein khoya hua university ki taraf chal pada. Uska chehra udaas aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb si udaasi thi—woh bas apne dard mein dooba hua aage badhta gaya, as if duniya se katt gaya ho. Uske andar chal rahi ladaai uske chehre par saaf dikh rahi thi.

University gate paar karte hi, uska saamna uss group se ho gaya jo uske seniors the. Yeh wahi ladke the jo har waqt uska mazaak udaane aur use neecha dikhane ka mauka dhoondte rehte the. Aaj bhi, jaise hi unhone Salaar ko dekha, ek dusre ko aankhon hi aankhon mein ishara kiya aur hasne lage.

Senior ladka (apne dosto se): "Arre dekho, hamara 'Professor Einstein' aa gaya! Aaj toh iska dimaag kuch zyada hi ghuma hua lag raha hai. Chalo, iska 'test' lete hain."

Salaar ne unhe dekha, lekin uske chehre par bas ek bechari si shakal thi—woh na kuch keh sakta tha, aur na hi unn ladkon se bach sakta tha. Woh seniors uske paas aaye aur uske saamne ruk gaye, unki aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi.

Ek senior: "Oye Salaar, aaj ke liye ek 'special assignment' hai tere liye. Ja, wahan jaa ke sabke saamne, class ke beech mein khade ho ke apna naam zor se chilla ke bol!"

Salaar kuch nahi bola, lekin andar hi andar woh sharam aur dard se pighal raha tha. Lekin woh seniors se baat nahi kar sakta tha, unhe mana karna toh door ki baat thi. Usne apni aankhen jhuka li aur dheere se woh wahan gaya jahan unhone kaha tha, aur apna naam chilla ke bola.

Sab students—ladke aur ladkiyan—jo wahan the, unhone is 'tamasha' ko dekha aur zor zor se hansne lage.

Ek aur senior: "Arre yaar, itna dheere kyun? Jor se bol naa! Jaise tujhe apne naam par naaz ho!"

Sab ke beech mein woh bilkul bechara aur majboor lag raha tha, aur un ladkon ne is mauke ka pura fayda uthaya. Unhone usse aur bhi chhote aur beizzati bhare tasks diye—kabhi usse zameen par baithne ke liye kaha, kabhi keh diya ke woh dono haath upar kar ke ek pair par khada ho. Salaar ki beizzati se students ke chehre par hasi thi, jaise woh koi mazaak ho.

Ek ladki, jo us scene ka hissa ban gayi thi, usne apne doston se kaha, "Yeh ladka toh bilkul pathetic hai yaar. Pata nahi, university mein kya kar raha hai."

Salaar ki aankhon mein aansu aane lage the, lekin usne unhe girne nahi diya. Woh chup chaap woh sab kuch karta gaya jo uske seniors usse karne ko keh rahe the. Woh pehle bhi aise beizzati aur mazaak ka shikaar hua tha, lekin aaj ka din kuch alag tha—uska dil pehle hi kitni baar toota tha, aur ab uska dard aur badhta hi ja raha tha.

Jab woh apne seniors ke diye hue tasks karte karte thak gaya aur sab ke chehre par hasi aur mazaak dekhi, toh andar hi andar woh aur bhi bechara aur toot chuka tha.

Usne dheere se wahan se nikalna chaha, lekin har kadam uske liye bhaari pad raha tha. Jaise hi woh wahan se door gaya, un seniors ke hansne ki awaaz ab bhi uske kaanon mein gunj rahi thi. Uska mann aur bhi bhari ho gaya tha. Aaj ka din shayad uske zindagi ke aur bhi bure dino mein se ek ban gaya tha.

Salaar subah se hi ek ajeeb si udasi mein tha. Pehle ghar par hua sab kuch, phir bus mein jo hua, aur ab yeh seniors ne classroom ke raste pe phir se uska mazak udaaya tha. Uski himmat toot chuki thi, lekin jaise-taise woh apne pehle class ke darwaze tak aa hi gaya.

Darwaza dheere se kholte hue usne dekha, teacher whiteboard pe *Mendelian Genetics* ka topic samjha rahe the.

“...Aur is tarah Mendel ke basic principles, jise hum laws of segregation aur independent assortment bhi kehte hain, humein yeh batate hain ki traits kaise inherit hote hain,” teacher ne board ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha. “Ek simple Punnett square le lo, jaise yeh dekh rahe ho. Agar hum ek homozygous dominant aur ek homozygous recessive plant ko cross karein, toh F1 generation mein sirf dominant trait dikhayi dega, aur F2 mein 3:1 phenotypic ratio.”

Salaar ne thoda himmat juta kar darwaze par dastak di aur dheere se andar ghusa.

Teacher ka lecture ruk gaya aur unki nazar seedha Salaar par pad gayi. “Haan, Mr. Salaar Shehzad?” unki awaaz mein gusse ka asar tha.

Salaar ne dheere se kaha, “Sir… andar aa sakta hoon?”

Teacher ne haath bandh kar usko ghur kar dekha. “Aap already 18 minutes late hain, Shehzad. Yeh kaafi badi achievement hai, especially jab aapka pichla performance dekha jaye.” Uski awaaz mein niraasha thi jo puri class ko sunnayi di. “Pichle semester mein bas thode se marks se pass hue the. Samajhte hain ke aise chalta rahega?”

Salaar ne sar jhuka kar halki si haan mein sir hila diya, “Sorry, Sir.”

Teacher ne gusse se ek lambi saans chhodte hue kaha, “Jao, peeche baith jao, aur dobara yeh na ho.”

Salaar ne peechay ka rasta liya aur akhri bench pe baith gaya, apni kitaab nikaalte hue. Teacher ne lecture continue kiya.

“Toh jaisa main keh raha tha, Mendel ka kaam inheritance ko samajhne mein pehla structured approach tha. Lekin genetics simple dominant-recessive traits se kaafi aage hai. Kaun bata sakta hai incomplete dominance kya hota hai?” Teacher ne Rida ki taraf dekha jo class ki topper thi.

Rida ne confidently haath uthaya, “Sir, incomplete dominance woh hota hai jab offspring mein dono parents ka intermediate phenotype hota hai. Jaise agar ek red-flowered aur ek white-flowered plant ko cross karein, toh pink flowered plant banega.”

“Bilkul sahi,” teacher ne kaha, aur whiteboard par aur diagrams banate hue genetics ke is concept par aur detail mein baat ki. Lekin Salaar ke liye ye sab kuch samajhna mushkil tha; uske dimaag mein kuch bhi nahin ghus raha tha. Terms toh sun raha tha, lekin samajh kuch nahin aa raha tha. Usne kitaab mein topic dekha aur bas us par nazar jamaye baitha raha.

Waqt dheere-dheere guzar raha tha, aur alag-alag teachers aate gaye aur apna apna topic padhate rahe. Salaar ka dimaag in sab cheezon mein bilkul bhi nahin tha. Subah se lekar ab tak jo kuch bhi hua tha, woh sab yaad aate hi uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa bojh sa lag raha tha.

Jab classes khatam hui toh time 2:29 PM ho chuka tha. Sab students bags utha kar ghar jaane ki tayyari mein the. Lekin Salaar ko ghar jaane ka zara bhi mann nahi tha. Usne socha, “Wahan jaakar aur kaun si shanti milegi?” Woh dheere se building se nikal gaya, bina kisi manzil ke bas raste par chalta raha.

Pata nahin kitna waqt guzar gaya, aur woh kitni door aa chuka tha. Woh soch mein itna kho gaya tha ke usne aas-paas dekha bhi nahi. Jab hosh mein aaya toh usne dekha ke woh kisi ajeeb si, khaali road par tha, jo shayad kisi colony ke peeche ka rasta tha.

Achaanak, usne door se kuch awaazein suni. Woh dheere se un awaazon ki taraf bada. Jaise hi woh kareeb pohucha, usne dekha kuch log ek ladki ko corner mein gher ke khade the. Woh log hansi-mazaak aur badtamizi mein lage hue the, aur ladki ke chehre par dar ka asar tha.

Salaar ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Woh wahin ruka raha, aur thoda socha ke woh kya kare. Dil kehta tha ke woh wahan se chala jaaye, lekin pair wahan se hilne ko tayaar nahin the.

Usne ek gehri saans li aur zor se apnimuthiyaan band kein. Samne jo ho raha tha, usse ignore karna uske bas mein nahi tha.

Salaar ne ladki ki aankhon mein dar aur bebasi dekhi. Usne thoda darr ke saath ek kadam aage badhaaya, lekin uske dil ki dhadkan kaafi tez ho gayi thi. Woh group ab bhi ladki ko gher kar uska mazaak uda raha tha, aur unke beech se nikalna uske bas ki baat nahi lag rahi thi. Phir bhi, usne ek gahri saans li aur himmat juta kar unke kareeb pohuch gaya."Chhodo usse!" Salaar ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi, lekin usne apne shabdon mein jitni himmat ho sakti thi, wo dal di.

Sabne mud ke dekha, aur ek ladka wahaan khada tha. Uske chehre pe darr aur thoda ghussa tha, lekin aankhon mein kuch kehne ka jazba tha. “Main keh raha hoon, hatt jao uske saamne se!”

Ek ladke ne uski taraf ghum kar dekha aur has kar bola, "Aree bhai, yeh toh apna Salaar hai. Tujhe kya problem hai, haan? Yeh hamara kaam hai."Salaar ne zor se apne haath moothe aur bola, "Bhai, bas chhodo use... woh dar rahi hai."

Unme se ek aur senior jo cigarette pi raha tha, usne salaar ke kareeb aate hue cigarette ka dhuaan Salaar ke chehre par chhodte hue kaha, "Oh toh ab tujhe hero banne shauk chadh gaya hai? Lagta hai aaj tujhe thoda sabak sikhana padega."

Uske baaki doston ne haan mein haan milayi aur Salaar ko ghur ke dekhte hue ek dangerous smile di. Woh ladki ab bhi wahan dari hui thi, lekin usne Salaar ki taraf ek aakhri umeed ki nazar se dekha.

” ek aur ladka jhunjhla kar bola aur mazak mein bola, “Hero banne aya hai, chutiye? Chal tujhe bhi maza chakhaate hain.” Aur woh sab us par toot pade.

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Nimra Aisha ke ghar baithi hui thi, ek pyali chai haath mein pakde, jab dhoop unke beech mein khushboo bhari garmi chhod rahi thi. Ghar ke andar baith kar, unki baatein chalu thi, jahan Aisha ne apne ghar ki halat ke baare mein batana shuru kiya.

“Acha, Nimra, tumhara ghar kitna sukhad hai! Mere ghar ki toh halat dekh lo. Ab toh kharcha aise badh gaya hai, lagta hai zindagi guzarna qarz utaarne jaisa lagta hai,” Aisha ne hasi mazak mein kaha, thoda sa haas kar.

Nimra ne sir hilaaya, par unke chehre par chinta thi. “Haan, mehngai toh aise badh raha hai, jaise paani ki tarah beh raha ho. Har cheez ki keemat aise badh gayi hai jaise koi hawa mein uda raha ho. Bas, roz kuch naya sunne ko milta hai.”

Phir baatein thodi serious hoti gayi, jab Aisha ne kaha, “Tumne suna? Pichle hafte humare pados mein dacoity hui thi. Dacoits ne ek aadmi ko gunpoint par roka, uska paisa, mobile aur bike sab chhin liye. Aur toh aur, unhone uski taang mein goli bhi maar di. Kitna khatarnaak hai yeh! Log toh ghabra rahe hain, ab koi raat ko bahar nikalta hi nahi.”

Nimra ne bechaini se kaha, “Haan, yeh toh sach hai. Isliye hamesha darwaza achi tarah band karna chahiye. Lekin mujhe samajh nahi aata, police ka kya? Sirf keh dete hain, ‘hum dekhenge,’ lekin kuch action nahi lete. Lagta hai kisi ki bhi parwah nahi hai, bas apne kartavya se bhaagte rehte hain.”

Aisha ne gusse se bhavnao mein behte hue kaha, “Pata hai, sarkar ke policies ka bhi kuch nahi hai. Har din nayi schemes announce hoti hain, lekin kya kabhi ground reality dekha hai unhone? Yeh sab toh sirf dikawa hai, asal mein kuch nahi hai.”

Nimra ne haan mein haan milaate hue kaha, “Bilkul, mehngai toh sirf badhti hi ja rahi hai. Aajkal khana bhi itna mehenga ho gaya hai ki roz ka budget khatam ho jaata hai. Yeh log kabhi nahi sudharenge.”

Jaise jaise unki baatein aage badhi, unhone bachon ki taraf rukh kiya. Aisha ne khud ko thoda behtar mehsoos karte hue kaha, “Tumhari betiyan toh kamaal hain, Areesha aur Ifra! Hamesha unki tarif karti hoon, kitni successful hain. Salaar ka kya haal hai? Uska toh kuch pata nahi chalta.”

Nimra ka dil dhadak gaya. “Woh toh... samajh nahi aata, kya karoon. Hamesha mujhe hi samajh nahi aata uska.” Unke dil mein ek gham tha, jaise wo unki tarah nahi tha. “Bas, kabhi nahi sunta, kabhi kuch nahi karta. Par mujhe samajh nahi aata, kahan galti hoti hai.”

Aisha ne samjhaane ki koshish ki, “Par uska kya hai? Har bachche ka apna ek tareeka hota hai. Shayad wo aise hi hai. Tumhe bas usse samajhna hoga.”

Nimra ne dekha samay, 3:43 PM ka ho raha tha“

,” usne thodi bechaini se uthkar kaha,.Aray, mujhe ab jaana chahiye. Salaar aa gaya hoga. Abhi toh jaa karu ss ke liye kuch khane ko bhi banana hai, subah bhi bhookha chala gaya tha

Jab Nimra ghar ki taraf chali gayi, uska mann bechain tha. Jab woh ghar pahunchi, toh suna tha. “Salaar!” uss ne aawaz lagayi, lekin koi jawab nahi aaya. Ghabrahat uske dil mein utpann hui jab usne dekha samay ab , 5:50 PM ho gaya hai“Kahan ho sakta hai yeh ladka?” Usne socha, haath mein phone pakad kar message bhejne ki koshish ki. “laikin, salaar ki taraf se koi jawab na mila.”

Jab Areesha aur Ifra ghar aayi, toh dono ke chehre par khushi thi. “Kya haal hai, Maa? Aaj ka din kaisa raha?” Areesha ne pucha, lekin Nimra ka mann khud pehlay hi gham mein tha.

“Salaar ab tak nahi aaya,” Nimra ne ghabraahat se bataya, “Mujhe bohot dar lag raha hai!”

Ifra ne beparwah hote hue kaha, “Woh toh aise hi hamesha ghoomta rehta hai, kuch nahi kar raha hoga. Woh shaayad carelessly ghoom raha hoga. Aapko itna ghabraane ki zaroorat nahi hai. Jab aayega, tab baatein kar lenge,” usne thoda shant karte hue kaha, lekin Nimra ke liye yeh samjhaana bekaar tha.

Jaise jaise samay guzar raha tha, Nimra ki ghabrahat aur bhi badhti jaa rahi thi, ab samay 8:22 PM ho gaya. Nimra ka dil dhadakne laga. Akram ghar aaya, kaam se thaka hua. “Kahan hai Salaar?” usne kaha, dhyan se ghar ko dekhte hue.

“Woh ab tak nahi aaya,” Nimra ne ghabraahat se jawab diya, uski aawaz mein chinta thi. “Mujhe lagta hai kuch toh galat hai, vo toh itni deir se aata hi nahi hai!”

Akram ka chehra uda gaya. “Wahi toh. Hamesha kehta hoon usse, lekin sunta nahi. Jab aaye, toh main usse acha sabak sikhaunga. Is ladke ko kuch samajh nahi aata, kitni baar keh chuka hoon!” Uska gussa bechaini ke saath saath tha.

Dinner ka samay ho gaya tha, lekin Nimra ki bhukh ud chuki thi. Ifra salaar ken aa hone se thodi relief mehsoos kar rahi thi, lekin ghar mein ghabraahat ka mahol badhta gaya jab ghadi ne 10:16 PM ka samay dikhaya.

Nimra ko ab ye mehsoos hua ki kuch galat hai. “Akram, kuch galat lag raha hai. Tumhe bahar jaakar dekhna chahiye. Mujhe aajkal ke halat par bharosa nahi hai, aisa lagta hai ki kuch toh ghalat ho gaya hai,” usne kaha, uski aawaz kaanp rahi thi, dar aur chinta se bhari hui.

Akram ne thoda nafrat se sir hilaaya aur raat mein nikal gaya, apne beta ko dhoondhne. Nimra se yeh kehte hue ke,"Kahin na kahin toh hoga, zindagi mein kuch bhi ho sakta hai. Tum tension mat lo."

Do ghante guzar gaye jab Akram wapas aaya, uska chehra udas tha. Nimra ne turant uski taraf dekha. “Kahan hai Salaar?” kya wo mila? usne poocha, uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, jaise usne samjha tha ki kuch galat hai.

“Woh nahi mila. Kahi nahi tha,” Akram ne kaha, uski aawaz mein ghabraahat thi. Usne apne dil ki dhadkan ko mehsoos kiya, jo ab uski aankhon mein chhalak raha tha.

Nimra ka dil tut gaya. “Kya tumne uske dosto se pucha? Koi toh dost hone chahiye uske, kya pata woh kisi ke saath hoga.”

“Uska koi dost nahi hai,” Akram ne kaha, gusse se. "Woh hamesha akela rehta hai, aaj kal kisi se milta nahi hai."

Samajhkar ki sthiti kitni gambhir hai, unhone bechain nazaron se ek dusre ki taraf dekha. “Hume police station jaana chahiye. Missing complaint darj karni chahiye,” Nimra ne kaha, uski aawaz kaanp rahi thi, dar aur chinta se bhari hui.

Dono ne bechaini se ek dusre ki taraf dekha, phir aahista se uth khade hue. Unki aankhon mein darr aur anjaani si asha thi, jaise woh bas ek umeed ke sahare police station ki taraf chal diye, apne bête ke gaib hone ki haqeeqat se ladne ke liye.

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Police Station Waiting Area
Raat ke 12:31 baje,

Akram aur Nimra police station ke waiting area mein baithe the. Unka dil ghabrahat se bhara hua tha, Salaar ke baare mein soch kar unhe bechaini mehsoos ho rahi thi. Police station ki bheed se bhare hue area mein kuch aur log bhi baithe the, lekin unka dimaag sirf apne bete ki taraf tha. Thandi hawa ka jhoka unhe aur zyada ghamgeen kar raha tha, aur is waqt inspector ki kami unke liye frustrate karne wali thi.

Kuch der baad, Ek constable unhe bulaata hai, “Inspector sahab aa gaye hain, aap andar aa sakte hain.” Akram aur Nimra ne ek dusre ko dekha, unki bechaini se bhari aankho mein thodi ummeed ki kiran dikhi.

Jab wo inspector ke cabin mein gaye, inspector ne unhe dekhte hi kaha, “Aap log is waqt kya kar rahe hain? Kya aapko koi kaam nahi hai? Kya aapko nahi pata humari shift khatam ho chuki hai? Thandi raat mein humein pareshan karne aaye hain?”

Akram ne thoda tense hote hue kaha, “Sir, humare beta Salaar ka pata nahi chal raha. Woh subah university gaya tha aur ab tak nahi aaya.”

Inspector ne ek sarcastic muskurahat ke sath kaha, “Chinta mat kijiye. Yeh sab aaj kal hota hai. Shaayad aaj kal ke jawaan kisi friend ke saath hote hain ya shayad kisi girlfriend ke saath. Kabhi kabhi toh sadak par nasha karne ke baad pade milte hain. Aap log kyu pareshaan ho rahe hain?”

Nimra ne gusse se kaha, “Nahi sir, Salaar aisa nahi hai. Humne toh uski parvarish achhe se ki hai. Woh kabhi aise nahi karega.”

Inspector ne phir serious hote hue unse poocha, “Toh kya aapne uske number par call kiya? Kya woh utha raha tha?”

Akram ne jawab diya, “Haan sir, humne shaam se uska number dial kiya lekin woh powered off hai. Pehle toh humne socha battery dead hogi, lekin jab woh dinner time tak bhi nahi aaya toh humein pareshani hui.”

Inspector ne apne notebook mein kuch likhte hue poocha, “Toh woh kis waqt ghar se gaya tha? Aur kis university mein padhta hai?”

Akram ne bataya, “Woh xxxx university se genetic engineering padh raha hai, aur aaj subah woh 7:15 baje ghar se chala gaya tha.”

Inspector ne ek aur sawaal kiya, “Kya aapne kisi dost ya university se contact kiya? Kya unhone usse dekha hai?”

Nimra ne kaha, “Nahi sir,uss ka koi dost nahi hai kyou ke wo thoda introvert type ka hai toh dost nahi banata or university se pata nahi kiya .”

Inspector ne phir unse kaha, “Kya aapke paas uska koi recent photo hai?”

Akram ne apne phone se Salaar ki photo bheji. Inspector ne photo dekh kar kaha, “Thik hai, hum is complaint ko register kar rahe hain. Aapke beta ki age kya hai?”

Akram ne jawab diya, “Who 20 saal ka hai.”

Inspector ne kuch aur details poochte hue kaha, “aapka full address kya hai? Aur uss ka phone numberkya hai, track karne mein aasani hogi?”

Jab Akram ne address diya aur uss ka number note karva diya, uss waqt inspector ne kaha, “Thik hai, hum jaldi hi talash shuru karenge. Aap dono ghar jayen, hum koshish karte hain.”

Unhone police station se nikalte hue ek dusre ko dekha, unke dil mein ummeed thi, lekin ghabrahat ab bhi thi..
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Update 2: "Whispers Behind Closed Doors"

Ab Tak:

Akram ne apne phone se Salaar ki photo bheji. Inspector ne photo dekh kar kaha, “Thik hai, hum is complaint ko register kar rahe hain. Aapke beta ki age kya hai?”

Akram ne jawab diya, “Who 20 saal ka hai.”

Inspector ne kuch aur details poochte hue kaha, “aapka full address kya hai? Aur uss ka phone numberkya hai, track karne mein aasani hogi?”

Jab Akram ne address diya aur uss ka number note karva diya, uss waqt inspector ne kaha, “Thik hai, hum jaldi hi talash shuru karenge. Aap dono ghar jayen, hum koshish karte hain.”

Unhone police station se nikalte hue ek dusre ko dekha, unke dil mein ummeed thi, lekin ghabrahat ab bhi thi..

Ab aage:

University Campus :

Morning: 9:00 AM

University campus mein ek police ki jeep enter karti hai. Inspector Faraz Malik aur unka constable jeep se utarte hain, aur darwaza zor se band karte hi, THUD!

Students inhe dekh kar bechain ho jaate hain, lekin abhi tak kisi ko nahi pata ke police kyun aayi hai.

Faraz sidhe Vice Chancellor ke office ki taraf kadam badhate hain, Darwaza kholte hi CREEEAK! ki awaz hoti hai.

Faraz: "Assalam-o-Alaikum, Sir. Mera naam Inspector Faraz Malik hai. Humein kuch zaroori baat karni hai."

Vice Chancellor (Mr. Iqbal) ek pal ke liye hairaan hote hain, phir muskurate hain aur farmaate hain: "Wa Alaikum Assalam, Inspector. Aayiye, aap baithiye. Kya hua hai?"

Faraz seat par baithte hain, unki aankhein kafi seriouslag rahi theen.

Faraz: "Sir, humein aap ke ek Salaar Shehzad ke baare mein jaanna hai. "Unka kal se koi trace nahi hai.". Kya aapko pata hai kya hua hoga?"

Mr. Iqbal thoda soch kar kehte hain: "Mujhe toh nahi pata, lekin HOD se baat karne se shayad aapko kuch madad mil jaaye."

Faraz: "Kya aap unhein bula sakte hain?"

Mr. Iqbal: "Bilkul, ek minute rukiye."

Faraz apne aas-paas dekhte hain, tension unke chehre par hai. Thodi der baad HOD andar aate hain, unka chehra serious tha aur voh kuch samajhne ki koshish kar rahe thay.

HOD: "Good morning, Sir. Aap yahan? Kya kuch serious baat hai?"

Faraz: "Good morning, Sir. Humein Salaar Shehzad ke baare mein kuch jaan na hai. Woh kal se nahi dikhayi de rahe hain."

HOD ka chehra thoda serious ho jaata hai, aur woh Faraz ki taraf dhyan dete hain.

HOD: "Woh toh kuch khaas nahi hain. Bas academics mein weak hain, introvert hain, aur unka kisi se bhi dosti nahi hoti. Pichle kuch din se unka mood bhi achha nahi tha."

Faraz: "Kya unhone kabhi kisi se jhagda kiya ya koi pareshani toh nahi thi?"

HOD: "Nahi, mujhe zyada nahi pata. Leikin, Salaar ne kabhi kisi se bhi jhagda nahi kia.

Faraz: "Acha, toh kya aapko pata hai ke uski family kesi hai?"

HOD: "Uski family ke baare mein zyada nahi pata. Lekin suna hai ke uski family unse kuch expectations rakhti hai."

Faraz: "Theek hai, kya aapne kal usse dekha tha? Kahan gaye the woh?"

HOD: "Mujhe toh nahi pata, lekin mujhe lagta hai woh university ke baad kisi taraf chala gaya hoga."

Faraz apne notebook mein jotting karte hain, jotting karne se pehle unka chehra tanao se bhara hota hai.

Faraz: "Shukriya, Sir. Humein kuch students se bhi baat karni hogi. Agar aap kuch aur yaad karein toh please humein batayein."

Faraz aur unka constable jab office se nikle, tab VC aur HOD ek dusre se chintit chehre ke saath baat karne lage.

Mr. Iqbal: "Yeh toh serious baat hai. Humein kuch karna hoga, warna humare naam pe kalank aasakta hai."

HOD: "Bilkul, agar Salaar ke saath kuch bhi hota hai, toh yeh hum sabki zimmedari ban jaati hai.".

Faraz Genetic Engineering department ki taraf badhte hain. Jab students ko pata chalta hai ke police Salaar ke liye aayi hai, woh bechain ho jaate hain, unki gupshup mein kuch khauf bhi shamil hai.

Faraz: "Kya aap logon ne Salaar ko kal ke baad dekha hai? Kisi ne bhi kuch dekha hai toh bataein."

Ek student, jo thoda hesitate kar raha hai, bolta hai.

Student: "Sir, mujhe yaad hai ke kal university ke baad maine Salaar ko dekha tha. Woh opposite side ja raha tha, lekin mujhe nahi pata ke woh aage kahan gaya."

Faraz: "Kya aapne dekha ke woh kis ke sath tha ya unke saath koi aur tha?"

Student: "Nahi sir, sirf usse he dekha. Uska mood bhi thoda ghamgin tha."

"Faraz ye details likhte likhte ruk jaate hain, ek gehri soch mein doobte hue, jaise kuch aur hi baat samajh aa rahi ho."

"Faraz: 'Hmm... Theek hai, aur agar kisi ke paas koi bhi zaroori baat ya madad kar sakne wali information ho, toh zaroor batayein.'"

Faraz doosre students se bhi baat karte hain, lekin kisi ko bhi is baare mein zyada pata nahi hota. Jab woh sab ke statements le chuke, tab Faraz unhein dhanyawad dete hain.

Faraz: "Acha, shukriya sab logon ka. Agar aapko kuch aur yaad aaye, toh police station zaroor batayein."

"Faraz baat kehte hue department se nikal jaate hain, students ko uljhan aur sawalon mein chhod kar.”

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Areesha aur Ifra ek dusre ke saamne baithi theen, unke chehre par udaasi aur bechaini ke asar saaf dikh raha tha. Salaar ke gayab hone ki khabar ne dono ko hilaa diya tha. Pehle jo sirf naraazgi thi, ab guilt mein badal chuki hai. Areesha ne apne gusse ko dabate hue bola,

“Tumhe lagta hai, humne uske saath theek kiya? Hamesha bas uski kamiyaan ginaate rahe... hamesha usey lagta raha ke woh kabhi hamari umeedon par khara nahi utar sakta.”

Ifra ne dheere se apne haath uske haath par rakha aur dard bhari awaaz mein boli, “Pata nahi aapi , lekin itna zaroor hai ke humne uski zarooraton ko kabhi samjha hi nahi. Woh hamesha bas hume impress karna chahta tha, humari nazron mein acha banna chahta tha.” Ifra ke aankhon mein kuch purani yaadein taazaa ho gayi, “Aur hum... humne usse bas taaney diye. Kabhi bhi nahi dekha ke woh humare liye kya kuch kar raha tha…”

Areesha ne ek chhoti si smile di, lekin us mein udaasi ka rang saaf dikh raha tha, “Mujhe kabhi nahi laga tha ke uske bina ghar itna khali lagega.”

Ifra thodi der chup rehti hai aur phir ek yaad uske dil ko choo jati hai. Woh Areesha ki taraf dekhte hue dheere se kehti hai, “

Aapi , aapko yaad hai woh project wali raat? Aap poori raat stress mein thi aur aapka project galat save ho gaya tha.”

Areesha ne sir hilaaya, thodi confusion ke sath. “Haan, yaad hai... woh raat kitni mushkil thi mere liye.”

Ifra ne aansuon ko sambhalte hue kaha, “aapko shayad pata nahi hai, lekin Salaar us raat bhar jaagta raha... apne exams ko chhod kar, sirf aapka project dobara likhne mein laga tha. Woh nahi chahta tha ke aapkokoi takleef ho.”

Areesha ka chehra hairani aur pachtawa se bhar gaya. Uske hont thode se kaanpne lage. “Woh mere liye itna kuch kar raha tha aur maine... maine toh kabhi uski kadar bhi nahi ki. Bas hamesha uske peeche lagi rahi, hamesha usey neecha dikhati rahi.”

Ifra ne uske aansuon ko dekha aur uske haath ko zor se pakad kar boli, “Hum uske saath hamesha galat thay, aapi . Woh hamesha bas humari chhoti si tareef sunne ke liye kuch bhi karne ko taiyaar rehta tha.”

Areesha ne aansuon ko pochhte hue apni awaz mein guilt aur dard ko chhupane ki koshish ki, “Mujhe ab lagta hai ke agar uske saath kuch ho gaya toh main kabhi khud ko maaf nahi kar paungi. Uske bina... yeh ghar, yeh zindagi, sab khali lagne lagega.”

Kuch dair ki khamoshi ke baad Areesha ne Ifra ki taraf dekha, “Ifra, agar tumhe pata tha ke Salaar kitna achha hai, toh tumne uske sath aisa kyun kiya? Tumne toh hamesha uski khamiyaan hi ginaayi hain. Kya tumne kabhi bhi uski mehnat ya uski koshish ko samjha?”

Ifra kuch dair chup rehi, phir uski aankhein aansuon se bheeg gayen. “Phir, ussne kaampte honto se bolna shuru kiya. Yeh sab kuch us raat se shuru hua jab meri farewell party thi.”

Areesha ne hairani se kaha, “Kya? Woh toh lagbhag 5 saal pehle ki baat hai, na?”

Ifra ne sir hilaate hue ghamgheen shabdon mein kaha, “Haan, tab Salaar sirf 16 saal ka tha, 10th grade mein. Tab mere college ki farewell parti thi aur problem yeh thi ke function night ka tha toh baba se jab permission maangi toh unho ne mana kar diya. Par maine mom se bar bar itni requests kein ke unhe maanana pada, lekin ek shart thi. Mujhe Salaar ko saath le jaana tha.”

Areesha ne hairaani se poocha, “Agar tum dono saath gaye the, toh phir aisa kya hua?

Ifra ki aankhein aansuon se bhari thi, aur uska dil bojhil ho gaya. “Mujhe kya pata tha ke woh meri khushi ke liye itna kuch karne wala hai? Woh toh apne sapne tak bhool gaya, sirf mujhe khush dekhne ke liye.” Usne gham bhari awaaz mein shuru kiya, “ hum party mein pahunche, sab kuch theek chal raha tha, par phir meri dost ne apne chhote bhai se mujhe milwaya, aur tabse sab kuch badal gaya, yahan tak ke salaar ke liye meri soch bhi.”

Areesha ne bechaini se pucha, “Uske bhai ke saath kya hua?”

“Ifra ki aawaz mein gham bhara hua tha, “Woh ladka bahut talented tha. Woh keh raha tha ke usne 9th class mein poore district mein top kiya hai aur abhi se itni si umer mein ek anti-hacker ke roop mein kaam kar raha hai. Aur jab meri dost uski tarif karne lagi, toh mujhe realize hua ke sab mujhe aur Salaar ko lekar hasi mazak kar rahe hain. Us din se meri soch bilkul badal gayi, mai iss baat par yaqeen karne lagi ke agar aap ke paas talent or behter skills hain to sab aap ki respect karte hain aur agar aap sadhaaran ho toh sab ke liye Mazak ban jaate ho.”

Areesha ka dil yeh sunn kar dard se bhar gaya, “ Toh kia iss liye tum mama, baba se zyada usse studies par dheyaan dene ko kehta rahi?”

“Ifra ne aankhein band karte hue kaha, “ Haan!Us din mujhe realize hua ke main kis taraf ja rahi hoon. Mujhe us din ka dard yaad hai jab main ne us par daabav daalne ki koshish ki. Usne bas ek average ladke ki tarah padhai ki, lekin main usse behtar banane ka pressure dalti gayi. Ussne 10th grade 2nd division se pass kiya, aur mujhe bohot afsos hua. Uski wajah se meri dost mujhpar haste thay, aur main un sab ki taraf dekhte hue khud ko bebas or kamzoor mehsoos karti rahi. Main uski khushi ke liye kabhi kuch nahi kiya, balki usse aur zyada pareshan karti gayi.”

Areesha ka dil uski baatein sunkar behad dard se bhara, “Tumhe pata hai, humne kabhi uska support nahi kiya jab woh humesha humare liye khada hota tha. Humne kabhi nahi socha ke choti choti baatein usse kitni takleef pahunchati hain.”

Ifra ki aankhein ab aansuon se bhari thi, “Ab jab woh humse door hai, toh mujhe samajh aata hai ke humne kitni badi ghalti ki. Kabhi nahi socha ke woh kitna masoom hai. Us din ke baad se maine us par daabav dalna band nahi kiya, aur ab yeh soch kar dard hota hai ke agar kuch ho gaya toh hum kaise jee payenge? Uski kami sab kuch khatam kar degi.”

Areesha ki aankhein bhi aansuon se bhari thi, “Humne kabhi uski taraf nahi dekha, sirf us par apni khwahishaat ka bhoj daalte rahe. Ab mujhe realize hota hai ke woh humara sabse bada sahara tha. Agar woh nahi hota, toh humara kya hota?”

Dono behne apne ghamgheen yaadon mein ek dusre ka haath pakad kar ro rahi thi, jaise ek dusre ko samajhkar apne bhai ke liye pyaar aur samarpan ka izhaar kar rahi ho. Unhe ehsaas hua ke ab tak unhone apne bhai ki ahmiyat ko nahi samjha, lekin ab jab uski zindagi mein andhera chhane laga hai, toh unka dil uske liye dard aur pyaar se bhar gaya hai.

Idher, Nimra ek doosre kamre mein chupke se apni betiyon ki guftagu sun rahi thi. Uske chehre par gehra dard aur fikr ka asar tha, jaise har lafz uske dil mein ek naya gham bhar raha ho. “ Usne khud se kaha, mera beta kahan hoga? Kaisi muskilat ka samna kar raha hoga? Kabhi socha nahi tha ke mujhe uska intezaar is tarah se karna padega…”

Uski aankhein aansuon se bhari thi, lekin usne apne dil ke bojh ko chhupane ki har mumkin koshish ki. Phir bhi, uska dard uske chehre se saaf nazar aa raha tha. Betiyon ki baatein, jo Salaar ki khud se ki gayi kurbaniyon ka zikr kar rahi thi, Uske dil mein chinta aur udaasi ki leheren beh rahi thi, jaise ek dard bhari nadi jo kabhi rukne ko tayyar nahi thi. Usne apne bachon ki tarah bechaini se suna, har lafz uske dil ke andar ek aur chot de raha tha. Unki guftagu mein aisi gehraiyan thi jo uski khud ki galtiyon aur ehsaas ki talash kar rahi thi. Nimra ko mehsoos ho raha tha ke har baat, har shabd uski khud ki peeda ko badha raha hai—un lamhon ki yaad jo usne Salaar ke saath guzaari thi, jab usne apne chote se beta ko kabhi nazarandaaz kiya.

Aankhon mein aansu thhe, par usne unhe chhupane ki koshish ki. Lekin uska dard uski muskurahat ke parde ke peeche chhup nahi sakta tha. Uske dil mein ek khayal tha, "Kya main kabhi Salaar ki ahmiyat ko samajh paayi thi? Kya maine uski khushi ko kabhi pehchana?" Har pal jo usne apne bachon ke liye kiya, usne realize kiya ke uska beta kitna masoom hai, kitne bade sapne usne unke liye dekhe hain.

Uski betiyon ki guftagu ne uske dil mein aur bhi gehri chinta bhari. "Kya main hamesha usse samajh paayi? Kya mujhe pata tha ke woh kitna kuch kar raha tha?" Nimra ka dil is soch se bhar gaya, aur wo khud ko bechain mehsoos karne lagi.

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Raat ka andhera chhaya hua tha, aur us chhote se kamre mein halki halki bujhti hui roshni thi. Speaker mein dheere dheere low beats chal rahi thi, aur table par beer ki bottles aur weed ke kuch packet bikhre hue the. Kamre mein kuch ladke table ke irdgird beithe thay, or unn ke beech ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi jo kabhi kabar kisi ke hansi ya gaali se toot jaati thi. Sab apas mein ghabrahat bhari nazron se ek dusre ko dekh rahe the.

Ek ladka jo thoda dominating lagta tha, usne apna glass table pe zor se rakha aur baaki sabko gusse bhari nazar se dekhte hue bola, "Arey chutiye, kuch nahi hoga! Tum log itna pareshan kyu ho rahe ho?”

Dusra ladka, jo visibly ghabraaya hua tha, cigarette ka ek lamba kash leke bola, “Bhai… police aayi thi aaj, seedha humare department mein ghoom rahi thi! Abey, kuch toh gadbad hai!"

Leader ne thodi aankhen sekdi aur haath ghoomate hue bola, “Abe saale, itna kyun ghabra raha hai? Humne kya kiya hai jo ab phat rahi hai? Aur waise bhi, jo bhi scene hai, woh mere control mein hai. Mera baap ke connections aur paisa dekh ke in jesse chutiye bhi line mein lagte hain, samjha?”

Ek teesra ladka, jo ab tak chup tha, thoda hichkichahat se bola, “Par ab kya karenge be? Police agar phir se aayi toh? Main toh bolta hoon kuch din ke liye yahan se nikal le.

Leader ne uski taraf ek thandi, ghussay bhari nazar daali aur hansi ko dabaate hue kaha, “Abe kutte, bhaagna hai toh tu nikal le yahan se! Lekin sun, yahan se koi apna mooh nahi kholega. Samjha, saale?

Kamre mein ek uneasy silence chha gayi thi, sab apne apne dar ko nashe ke peeche chhupane ki koshish kar rahe the. Tabhi ek aur ladka jo thoda sa hichkichahat ke saath bola, “Abey sun, lekin police aaj department mein bas uske liye hi ghoom rahi thi... kuch toh gadbad hai.

Itni der tak sab chup chap sunte rahe, lekin ab baat sidha us raat ke haadse par aa gayi. Jee haan, yahi woh senior ladke the jo uss raat Salaar par toot pade the, usko maar maar ke uska bura haal kar diya tha. Aaj subah jab university mein police ne apna chakkar lagana shuru kiya, toh sabke chehron pe ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Lekin unke leader, Asad, ka kuch aur hi scene tha—wo apne baap ke paiso aur taqat pe kuch zyada hi akkad mein tha, jaise sab kuch uske haath mein ho. Phir bhi, uske chehre pe bhi ek halka sa darr ka nishan dikh raha tha, jo uske ghuroor ke piche chhup nahi paa raha tha.

Asad ne kaha, “Abey, tum log bas chill maaro aur normal behave karo. Mera baap koi aam aadmi nahi hai. Ek phone ghumaega aur saari problem gayab ho jaayegi. Tum log zyada dikhawa mat karo, samjhe?”

Raheel ne uski baat sunke gusse mein apna sar hila diya, lekin uske chehre pe ab bhi ghabrahat aur tension tha. “Par bhai, agar pakde gaye toh? Aur us saale ke saath jo humne kiya tha… kya pata ab kuch bura na ho jaaye? Koi chuttiya hai hoga jo sochta nahi hai kya ho sakta hai!”

Hasan, jo itna sunke kuch zyada hi nasha kiye baitha tha, apna darr gusse mein badal ke bola, “Abey us ra**e ke saath jo hua so hua, ab apne b*** mein dum rakho aur apna mooh band rakho! Koi nahi pakdega humko.”

Asad ne haath ghoomaya aur dheere se hansi dabate hue bola, “Arey kutte, apne jaise log ko darr kis baat ka? Mera baap ka naam suna hai na tumne? Itna power aur connection hai ki bas ek baar mein police ko bhi thande kar dega.”

Kamre mein phir wo uneasy silence chha gayi. Sabke chehre pe ab bhi darr aur confusion tha, lekin Asad ke confidence ne kuch der ke liye sabke doubts daba diye.

***

Next day:

November ki subah aur wo bhi Islamabad sheher ki, thand toh honi hi thi. Police station ka mahol bhi kuch ajeeb sa tha. Inspector Faraz apni kursi par baithe hue, apne khayalon mein kho gaye the. Uski desk par files ka ek bada sa dher tha, jismein alag-alag cases ki reports thi, jo uske liye sirf kaagaz ki tukde nahi, balki bechaini aur zimmedaari ka bojh thi. Aas-paas, kuch officers apne kaamon mein masroof the; unki behtak ki awazein, chatter, aur kabhi-kabhi hasna, station ki khamoshi ko todte the.

Faraz ka man Salaar ke case mein uljha tha, aur uski soch mein Salaar ke maamle se judi saari jaankari ghoom rahi thi, jo usne uske maa-baap aur university se ikatthi ki thi. Tabhi ek khabri uski desk ke paas aaya aur salute karte hue bola, “Salam sahab!” Faraz ne uski taraf sar uthakar chonk kar dekha, aur achanak usse yaad aaya ki usne is khabri ko is waqt ki paristhiti aur Salaar ki jaankari ke liye bulaya tha.

“Tumhare paas kya khabar hai Salaar ke bare mein?” Faraz ne thoda impatient hote hue pucha. Uski aankhein khabri par thehri hui thi, jaise wo uski har ek baat ko gehraai se samajhna chahta ho.

Khabri ne thoda serious hote hue kaha, “*****.”

Ye sunte hi Faraz ka chehra ghabrahat se bhar gaya. Uski aankhein gusse aur chinta se chamak uthi, jaise usne kuch badi khabar suni ho. “Kya? Tumhe yaqeen hai tum ne jo kaha wo sahi tha?”

Khabri ne thoda dhyan se jawab diya, “Haan sir, information solid hai. Maine khud pata kiya hai, aur ye baat sach hai.”

Faraz ka man ghabra gaya, “Agar ye sach hai, toh humein der nahi karni chahiye. Humein abhi kuch karna hoga!” Usne jaldi se ek constable ko bulaya aur bola, “Jaldi se jeep laao, humein abhi nikalna hai!”

Faraz ki ghabrahat badh gayi, jaise koi bada khatara unki taraf badh raha ho. Phir usne doosre officer ki taraf dekha, “Tum forensic team se sampark karo aur unhe ***** location par jald se jald pohanchne ko kaho!”

Faraz ne apne kadam tezi se uthaye, unki samajh mein aaya ki ab waqt nahi hai, aur woh station se bahar nikal gaya, bechaini ke saath, jaise kuch bada hone wala ho. Unke mann mein ek hi soch chal rahi thi, kya woh Salaar tak pahunch paayenge?

Kuch der baad ek police jeep dheere dheere ek sunsaan road par rukti hai. Jeep ka door thud ki awaz se band hota hai aur Inspector Faraz apne constables ke saath jeep se utarte hain. Faraz apni nazar se aas paas ki jagah ko dekhte hue, har angle ko observe karte hain. Yeh wahi jagah hai jahan Salaar ko maar kar fekha gaya tha.

Faraz (apne constables se, aas paas dekhte hue): “Yeh wahi jagah hai jahan Salaar ko maar kar daala gaya tha. Humein har kone ko achhe se check karna hoga. Sab kuch dhyaan se dekhna hoga.”

Faraz chalta hua ek jagah aa kar ruka, jahan usse sadak par sukh chuke khoon ke nishaan dikhte hain. Usne in nishanon ko dekhkar thoda aur ghor se zameen par nazar daali. "Yeh nishaan thode purane lag rahe hain," Faraz ne apne aap se kaha. Fir uski nazar ek newspaper ke tukde par gayi, jahan khoon ke kuch aur nishaan pade hue the. Usne yeh dekh kar apne mann mein socha, "Iss ka matlab... khabar pakki thi."

Tabhi ek aur jeep unke qareeb aa kar rukti hai. Is baar, forensic team jeep se utarti hai. Faraz unko blood samples collect karne aur baaki area ki thoroughly chaan-been karne ka kehata hai.

Faraz (forensic team se): “Yeh jagah zaroori hai. Sab jagah ko achhe se check karo. Blood samples jaldi se collect karo, humare paas zyada waqt nahi hai.”

Faraz kuch der ke liye ruk kar sochta hai, tabhi ek police wala tez kadam se uske paas aata hai, haath mein ek chhoti si cheez pakde hue.

Police wala (saans lene ke baad, cheez dete hue): “Sir, yeh cheez humne wahan mitti ke neeche se mili hai.”

Faraz ne uss cheez ko uthaya, aur usse apni aankhon ke samne laye. Yeh ek pendant tha, lekin kuch ajeeb sa lag raha tha. Uske upar kuch markings the, aur Faraz ke chehre par confusion ki lakeer thi.

Faraz (pendant ko ghor se dekhte hue, thoda sa musalsal, apne aap mein murmuring karta hai):

“V.K... Yeh initials kis ke ho sakte hain? Kya yeh kisi ka naam hai, ya phir kuch aur...?”

Uske chehre par chhupi hui fikr aur soch thi, jaise kuch bahut zaroori baat samajhne ki koshish kar raha ho. Faraz ka dimaag tezi se chalta ja raha tha, jaise ek puzzle ka ek hissa usse chhup raha ho. Par wo kuch samajh nahi paa raha tha. Har ek soch, har ek moment mein, usse yeh lag raha tha ki koi baat hai jo uski nazron se chhup gayi ho.

Faraz ne pendant ko apne haath mein uthaya, aur is baar usne usse aur dhyaan se dekha. Uske chehre par chhuphi hui uljhan aur bhi gehri ho gayi thi, jaise wo kisi khaufnaak raaz se samna kar raha ho. Pendant mein kuch to tha, kuch bohot zaroori tha, par kya tha, yeh usse samajh nahi aa raha tha.

Faraz (apne aap mein, thoda sa ghabrahat ke saath):

“Yeh pendant... Kuch toh hai. Shayad kisi important cheez ka hissa ho sakta hai. Iska matlab kuch bada ho sakta hai...”

Faraz (police wale se, thodi serious awaz mein):

“Is pendant ko evidence bag mein daal do. Forensic research ke liye bhej do. Yeh cheez important lagti hai. Ho sakta hai yeh kisi bade raaz ka hissa ho.”

Faraz ne ek gehri saans li, apni team ko aage ka kaam dekar, ek constable ke saath market ki taraf nikal pada. Uske dil mein yeh soch thi, ke agar yeh pendant kisi bade raaz ka hissa hai, toh agla kadam kaafi crucial hoga. Har kadam ab aur bhi zyada soch samajh ke uthana tha, kyunki yeh case sirf ek investigation nahi, ek life-changing raaz banne wala tha.

November ki subah thi, aur Islamabad mein halki thand ka ehsaas ho raha tha. Hawa mein ek thandak thi, jo logon ko garam kapdon mein lipta raha thi. Suraj abhi poori tarah se nahi nikla tha, aur market mein ek halka sa sannata tha. 10 baje ka waqt tha, lekin log apne roz ke kaamon mein masroof dikh rahe the. Chhoti si gali ke kone par ek purani dukan thi, jismein mithai aur kuch general items bikte the, dukan waale ki saal-bhar ki kaamiyabi aur zimmedariyon ka asar uske chehre par dikh raha tha.

Faraz aur ek constable market mein dukan ke paas pahunche. Jab wo dono dukan ke saamne ruk gaye, dukan waala hairan ho gaya, apni jagah se uth khada hua aur kuchh ghabrahat ke saath unhe dekhne laga.

Dukaan waala (hairani aur ghabrahat ke saath): “Sir… aap yahaan? Kya baat hai?”

Faraz ne halka sa ghoor kar dekha, lekin zaroorat se zyada harsh expression nahi diya. Usne apne sawal seedhe pooche.

Faraz (saade aur thode formal lehje mein):

“Chinta mat karo. Mujhe bas kuch sawaalon ke jawaab chahiye.”

Dukaan waala thoda ghabraya, aur dheere se jawab diya.

Dukaan waala (thoda sa ghabrahat ke saath, stammer karte hue):

“J j-jee sir, poochhiye…”

Faraz ne apne sawaalon ko seedhe aur safai se rakha.

Faraz: “Yeh jo wahaan uss sunsaan sadak par incident hua tha, tumhe uske baare mein kuch pata hai?”

Dukaan waala soch mein pad gaya, aur phir apni yaadash ko taazaa karte hue bola.

Dukaan waala (soch kar): “Sir... main wahaan se guzar raha tha. Maine dekha kuch 3-4 ladke... ek ladke ko maar rahe the. Kaafi buri tarha se maar rahe the wo usse.”

Faraz ne apne questions ko aur specific banaya.

Faraz: “Un ladkon ne kya pehna tha? Kaise dikh rahe the?”

Dukaan waala (dheere se aur sochta hua): “Wo… kaafi achhe kapde pehne hue the. Matlab waise nahi lag rahe the jaise raste pe awara ladke hote hain. Unka dressing kaafi theek tha... lagta tha ameer ghar ke hain.”

Faraz ne apna mobile nikaala aur usmein Salaar ki tasveer dikhate hue poocha.

Faraz:“Yeh ladka... kya yehi tha jisse wo ladke maar rahe the?”

Dukaan waala ne tasveer ko ghabrahat se dekha, fir sir naa mein hilaate hue kaha.

Dukaan waala (kuch tension aur hichkichahat ke saath):

“Sorry sir... main unmein se kisi ka bhi chehra nahi dekh paaya. Main bohot dar gaya tha... jab meineunhe uss ladke ko marte hue dekha toh wahan se bhaag gaya.”

Faraz ka expression thoda sa aur concentrate ho gaya.

Faraz: “Kuch aur yaad hai tumhe? Koi aur cheez?”

Dukaan waala ne socha, aur phir dheere se kaha.

Dukaan waala: “Ji... ek jeep bhi thi. Land Cruiser... wo unke paas he khadi thi.”

Faraz ne details aur specific poochhi.

Faraz:: “Jeep ka rang ya model ya kuch aur bata sakte ho?”

Dukaan waala (dheere se): “Haan sir, wo silver color ki thi... latest model ki lag rahi thi. Lekin main number nahi dekh paya. Woh ladke nashe mein lag rahe the, unke haath mein bottle thi.”

Faraz ne ek aur sawaal poocha.

Faraz: “Yeh sab kab hua? Time yaad hai?”

Dukaan waala thoda aur sochta hai, fir jawab deta hai.

Dukaan waala:

“Sir, yeh parso ki baat hai... Monday shaam ko. Exact time toh yaad nahi, par lagbhag 4:30 se 4:45 ke beech ka waqt hoga.”

Faraz ne uski baat ko ghor se suna, fir ek pal socha aur sir hilaaya.

Faraz: “Hmmm! Theek hai. Agar zaroorat padi, toh tumhe phir se contact karenge.”

Ye keh kar Faraz aur constable dukan se nikal gaye. Dukaan waala wahan khada raha, thoda tension mein, aur un dono ko jaate hue dekhta raha.

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Inspector Faraz aur uske kuch teammates ek darwaze ke saamne khade the. Faraz ne doorbell ke taraf haath badhaya aur bell bajayi...

Ding Dong!!...

Darwaze ke peeche se kuch kadmon ki halki si aahat suni di. Ek pal ke liye sab chup ho gaye. Phir kuch der baad, darwaza dheere se khula, aur saamne ek aurat khadi thi uske chehre par ek ajeeb si ghabrahat aur hairani thi. Woh ek pal ke liye ruk gayi, jaise samajhne ki koshish kar rahi ho ke ye sab kya ho raha hai. Phir dheere se, halki si haklaahat ke saath boli:

Nimra: "A-aap... aap yahan?"

Bilkul sahi! Yeh ghar kisi aur ka nahi balki Salaar ka apna tha. Jo aurat abhi darwaza khol kar saamne khadi thi, woh Salaar ki maa, Nimra thi. Uske chehre par ek gehri pareshaani aur ghabrahat nazar aa rahi thi jaise usne kabhi socha bhi na ho ke ek din police uske ghar par aayegi. Nimra ke liye yeh sab kuch bahut hi achanak aur hairatangez tha. Uske alfaazon mein thodi si hichkichahat aur confusion thi, kyunki woh samajh nahi pa rahi thi ke police ke aane ka maqsad kya hai. Jaise hi uski nazar Faraz par padi, uska chehra bechaini aur fikr se bhar gaya. Uski aankhon mein dar aur udaasi saaf dikh rahi thi, aur woh kuch kehne ki koshish kar rahi thi lekin alfaaz uske honthon se nahi nikal pa rahe the.

Inspector Faraz ne uske chehre ko ghor se dekha — unka expression serious tha, jaise unhone yahan aane se pehle hi sab kuch soch samajh liya ho.

Faraz (saf aur thande tone mein): "Ji, Mrs. Akram, humein aapse ek zaroori baat karni hai. Kya hum andar aa sakte hain?"

Nimra ne unka chehra kuch samajhne ki koshish karte hue dekha. Phir thoda dagmagaate hue woh piche hatti aur darwaza aur khol diya. Usne apne haath se andar ka ishara karte hue kaha, "Aayiye..."

Faraz aur uske teammates dheere se andar aaye. Nimra ne apne haathon se darwaza bandh kar diya, phir unhe living room ki taraf le jaate hue boli, "Aap log yahan baithiye… main paani lekar aati hoon."

Faraz ne ghoorte hue ek kadam piche hata aur use rok diya, "Shukriya, lekin paani ki zaroorat nahi hai, Mrs. Akram. Hum yahan ek zaroori maamle ke liye aaye hain."

Faraz ki awaaz mein ek thanda, lekin gehera tone tha, jo ab Nimra ko aur bhi zyada bechain kar gaya.

Nimra ke chehre par confusion aur ghabrahat ka asar aur gehera ho gaya. Woh thodi si thithka gayi aur dheere se usne poocha:

Nimra (halki si compulsion aur curiosity ke saath): "Kya hua... kuch... kuch pata chala?"

Faraz (ek pal rukte hue, saans bharte hue):

"Haan, kuch toh pata chala hai, Mrs. Akram. Monday ki shaam, ek shakhs ne kuch ladkon ko dekha tha... woh ek ladke ko maar rahe the, jo akela tha. Lekin... woh shakhs un ladkon ke chehre nahi dekh paaya.

Nimra ke chehre se rang dheere dheere udta jaa raha tha, jaise kisi ne uske andar ka saara hosla chheen liya ho. Uske honto par kuch kehne ki koshish to thi, par shabd uske gale mein hi atak gaye, jaise unhone uska saath chhod diya ho. Uski aankhon mein ghabrahat aur bechaini ki ek gehri chaap thi, jo uske dil ki uljhan ko saaf saaf bayaan kar rahi thi.

Faraz ne uske expressions ko dheere se dekha, phir apne alfaaz ko sambhalte hue aur bhi gehre tone mein kaha:

Faraz: "Humein uss jagah kuch khoon ke nishaan bhi mile hain, lekin abhi humein surety nahi hai ke woh Salaar ke hain ya nahi. Isliye, humein un stains ko aap ke khoon se match karna hoga, jiss se humein yeh pata chal sake ke wo khoon salaar ka hai bhi ya nahi."

Ye sunte hi Nimra ki aankhein dar se aur bhi badi gayi. Woh bas chup khadi thi, kuch samajhne ki koshish karte hue. Uski aankhon mein ek confusion aur anjaani si ghabrahat thi, jaise kuch kahna chahti ho lekin shabd uska saath nahi de rahe ho.

Faraz ne dheere se poocha:

Faraz (formal aur almost compassion ke saath): "Toh, Mrs. Akram, kya hum aapka blood sample le sakte hain? Isse hum confirm kar sakenge."

Nimra ne ek gehri saans bhari, jaise apne emotions ko control karne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Usne dheere se sir hilaaya aur halka sa keh paayi, "J-j... ji."

Faraz ne ek teammate ko ishara kiya jo forensic team ka tha. Woh Nimra ke paas aaya aur dheere se uska blood sample le liya. Us waqt, Nimra ki aankhon mein chinta aur ghabrahat ka asar tha, lekin usne apne emotions ko chhupane ki koshish ki. Woh bilkul chup thi, bas samajhne ki koshish karte hue unhe dekhti rahi.

Jab sample collect ho gaya, toh Faraz ne se usse tasalli dete hue kaha:

Faraz: "Reports shaam tak aa jaayengi, Mrs. Akram. Main aapko update kar dunga. Tab tak... apna khayal rakhiyega."

Nimra bas khamoshi mein uski taraf dekhti rahi, jaise kuch samajhne ki koshish kar rahi ho, lekin uski aankhon mein confusion aur gham ka gehra asar tha. Faraz aur unki team wahan se nikal gaye, aur Nimra bas chup chap wahan baithi rahi, jaise unke paas kehne ko ab kuch bhi nahi bacha.

Usne dheere se apni aankhon ko band kiya, aur khud mein kho gayi, jaise dard aur khayalon ka samandar uske dil mein chhup gaya ho. Uske honto se bas ek halki si aawaaz nikli... "Salaar... tu kahan hai?" Lekin jawab mein ek bhi lafz nahi tha.

Jaise hi police jeep dheere dheere Salaar ke ghar se door gaye, achanak ek aur car wahan aa kar ruki. Car ke brakes ki tez awaaz se poore mahaul mein suspense bhar gaya.

Screeecch!!

Car se ek insaan ne kadam bahar rakha, aur uske jooton ki awaaz sarradon par padne se sunayi di. Phir usne car ka darwaza band kiya, aur ek zor se awaaz aayi.

Thud!!

Woh kuch der ke liye Salaar ke ghar ko dekhta raha, phir uski nazar us sadak par gayi jahan se police jeep abhi abhi guzri thi,.

Dheere dheere woh ghar ki taraf badha, aur darwaze par haath rakhkar bell bajayi.

Bell ki awaaz Nimra ke khayalon ko tod kar usse wapas laayi. Woh apne andar ke uljhe hue jazbaat ko sambhalte hue dheere se darwaze ki taraf badhi. Darwaza kholte hi usne samne ek lamba, charming aur jawan ladka khada dekha, jo usse ek halki si smile de raha tha.

Nimra ki aankhon mein hairani aur asar gaharaya. Woh bas itna hi keh paayi,

Nimra: "T-tum!!!"
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