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Chapter 13 – Pratap Raghuvanshi

Us raat ek bada ajeeb sa sapna dekha maine. Bata nahi sakta ke main sapne mein Saanwli ko dekh raha tha ya Saloni ko par un dono mein se koi ek badi tezi ke saath samundar kinare bhaag rahi thi aur uske pichhe koi bandook liye bhaga aa raha tha. Jaise ke hamari films mein bahut hi natakiye andaaz se dikhaya jata hai, theek usi tarah vo ladki badhawas bhaag rahi thi aur uske pichhe bhaagne waale ka main sirf haath dekh pa raha tha jismein bandook thi.

Bhaagte bhaagte achanak vo ladki ek aadmi se takrayi aur vo main nikla. Main use sambhal hi raha tha ke ek goli chali aur sidha ladki ki peeth par lagi. Vo ladkhadate hue meri baahon mein aa giri aur shareer se khoon beh chala.

“I am so sorry, really i am. I tried” Main uski aankhon mein dekhta hua bola jo dheere dheere band ho gayi.

Uske shareer se khoon ki ek nadi si beh chali thi jo dheere dheere behta hua Samundar ke pani se mil raha tha. Kuchh pal main yun hi us bejaan shareer ko thaame betha raha ke tabhi usne apni dono aankhen khol di aur baahen mere gale mein daal di.

“Oh Honey ! I waited for you for so long. I love you” Kehte hue vo uthkar bethi aur apne honth sidha mere hontho par rakh diye. Aur theek usi waqt hadbada kar meri aankh khul gayi.

Ek pal mujhe laga is baat ko zabt karne mein ke main ek sapna dekh raha tha.

“All right, thats new” Sapne ke aakhri part ko sochta hua main bistar se utha aur muskurata hua apne aap se bola.

Subah ke 8 baj chuke the par aisa lag raha tha jaisa din ke 10 baj rahe hon. Bahar sadak par Mumbai phir jaag uthi thi aur ek baar phir apni poori tezi se bhaag rahi thi. Har taraf jaise aafra tafri thi. Kisi ke paas koi waqt nahi, har koi bas apna bag uthaye jaldi mein kisi taraf chala ja raha tha.

“Pursuit of happiness, har koi bas khushi ke pichhe bhaag raha hai” Maine apne aap se kaha aur bathroom ki taraf badha.

Niche jakar lodge wale ladke ko ek cup chaai ke liye kaha aur phir uper aakar Saloni ka number milaya. Meri usse baat hue kayi din ho gaye the aur mujhe poora yakeen tha ke vo mere number par call kar rahi hogi jo use switched off mil raha hoga. Kahin use ye na lage ke maine case chhod diya hai, ye sochkar maine khud hi use phone kar diya. Sach kahun toh pichhle kuchh din se itna kuchh ho raha tha ke Saloni ka khyaal tak nahi aaya tha mujhe. Vo toh kal raat ke sapne ne mujhe yaad dilaya ke mujhe use bhi bata dena chahiye ke case kahan tak badha hai.

“Thank god you are all right. Maine news mein dekha tha ke kya hua” Vo phone uthate hi boli,

Damn the media, maine dil hi dil mein socha. Privacy naam ki cheez hi nahi bachi aajkal. Saharanpur ek chhota sa shehar hai aur main ummeed kar raha tha ke Mumbai mein hue khoon ki khabar shayad vahan tak na pahunchi ho. Obviously main galat tha.

“Yeah i am all right, dont worry about it” Maine haste hue kaha.

“Aap abhi Mumbai mein hi ho?”

“Haan idhar hi hoon, police se bhagta phir raha hoon”

“Mera dil keh raha tha ke aisa aap nahi kar sakte aur koi phasa raha hai aapko”

“Yes you are right. I am being set up for a murder”

“Iska meri behen se koi lena dena hai?”

“Ho bhi sakta hai aur nahi bhi. I am not really sure right now. Pata karne ki koshish kar raha hoon”

“Main samjhi nahi”

“Filhal bas itna samajhiye ke us aurat ko shayad aapki behen ke baare mein kuchh pata tha. Pakke taur par nahi keh sakta par aisa mumkin zaroor hai”

“Kaun thi vo aurat? News mein keh rahe the ke kaafi badi business-woman thi”

“Nahi” Maine ek pal ke liye socha aur sach hi batane ka faisla kiya “Business-woman hone ka dikhava karti thi par asal mein ek badhut pahunchi hui high class pimp thi”

Aur agle 15 min tak main use poori baat batata raha ke kya hua tha aur ilzaam mujh par kaise aan pada.

“Ironic” Mere baat khatam karne par vo boli.

“What is?” Maine puchha.

“2 baatein. Ek toh ye ke meri behen ke baare mein koi jism-faroshi ka dhandha karne wali jaanti thi aur doosri ye ke agar uske baare mein jaanne wali koi hi maar diya gaya toh meri behen ke zinda hone ke toh chance hi kya honge”

Is sawal ka mere paas koi jawab nahi tha. Dil hi dil mein toh kahin main bhi ye maan chuka tha ke Saanwli ab is duniya mein hai nahi aur main sirf ye pata karne ki koshish kar raha hoon ke aakhir hua kya tha.

“I am so sorry that i bought thi on you” Saanwli maafi maangti hui boli “Maine aapko is case mein involve kiya aur aap par ye museebat aayi. Aap chahen toh case chhod sakte hain”

“Too late for that now. Ab sawal sirf aapki behen ko dhoondhne ka nahi hai, apni jaan bachane ka bhi hai”

Usse baat karne ke baad maine phone rakha hi tha ke vo ladka ek cup chaai le aaya. Maine use kuchh paise dete hue kuchh khaane ke liye laane ko kaha aur TV on kiya. Tabhi phone ki ghanti baji. Call Khan ki thi.

“Ek kaam kar. Ye address de raha hoon Jogeshwari ka, yahan jakar ruk ja”

“Yahan se thoda door nahi ho gaya?”

“Teri kaun sa Dharavi mein sasural hai. Ye lodge safe rahega tere liye. Hafta bhar tak aaram se pad sakta hai yahan jaake”

Usne address bataya aur maine likh liya.

“Ek baat bata, kisi Pratap Raghuvanshi ka naam suna hai tune?” Maine address likhne ke baad sawal kiya.

Line par ek pal ke liye khamoshi chha gayi.

“Hello?” Koi aawaz nahi aayi toh maine kaha.

“Haan yahin hoon, kyun puchh raha hai?”

“Aise hi. Suna hai tune naam?”

“Ab kaun si nayi museebat mein pad raha hai tu? Pehle hi kya kam phasa hua hai?”

“Yaani ke tu janta hai hai kaun hai ye Raghuvanshi?” Maine uski baaton se andaza lagaya.

“Haan janta hoon aur ye bhi janta hoon ke filhal tu apni jaan ki khair mana aur in sab pachdo se door reh”

“Kya bata sakta hai is Raghu ke baare mein” Maine uski baat ko nazar andaaz karte hue puchha. Shayad police ko uske baare mein kuchh aisa pata ho Chipku mujhe nahi bata paya tha.

“Haan janta hoon. Drug lord hai, Mumbai ka almost 80% drug business control karta hai. Sirf naam mash-hoor hai, asal mein kaun hai koi bhi nahi janta” Aur phir Khan ne mujhe kaafi kuchh bataya par kuchh bhi aisa nahi tha jo mujhe already pata na ho.

Usne phir puchha ke main kyun jaanna chahta hoon par maine phir use taal diya. Subah subah uske munh se gaaliyan khane ka mera koi irada nahi tha. Filhal toh main khud bhi samajh nahi pa raha tha ke kya ye Raghu ek hi hai ye 2 alag alag insaan.

Par phir dimag ki batti jali aur mujhe yaad aaya ke ek hi insaan hai jo is baat ko proove kar sakta hai aur vo tha khud Sharafat Bhai.

The more i thought about it and the more it made sense.

  1. Saanwli sharafat ke yahan kaam karti thi.
  2. Sharafat Raghuvanshi ke liye kaam karta hai.
  3. Raghuvanshi ka Sharafat ke yahan aana jana tha.
  4. And the most important of all which i didnt think about until now, Sharafat ne mujhe Saanwli ko dhoondhne se mana kiya tha. Use kya farak padta hai ke vo mile ya na mile, vo uske Bar mein kaam karne wali ek mamuli si ladki thi. Nahi, aisa vo nahi, koi aur chahta hai ke main Saanwli ko talash karna band karun. Mujhe aakar dhamkane ka kaam usne kisi aur ke kehne par kiya tha, Raghuvanshi ke.

Toh in short, ek hi aadmi tha jo ye confirm kar sakta tha ke Saanwli ka Raghu ke saath kuchh toh len den tha. Aur Raghu ko lekar har baat ek hi nateeje par aakar ruk jaati thi ke vo saamne nahi aata aur koi use nahi janta. Bahut mumkin tha ke Sharafat ke paas isse badhkar koi aur information ho, aakhir vo use ke liye toh kaam karta tha.

Ab sawal ye uthta tha ke Billi ki gale mein ghanti baandhi kaisi jaaye? Maine ye toh decide kar liya tha ke kaun si billi ke gale mein ghanti baandhni hai par sochna ab ye tha ke kaise?

Ek aur baat jo mujhe kayi din se parishaan kar rahi thi vo ye ke kis tarah se ye case jaise mere aas paas hi sulajh raha tha. Co-incidence bhi ho sakta hai par uske chance bahut kam the. Mumbai jaise bade shehar mein main ek ladki ko dhoondhne nikla aur us ladki ke nishan mujhe har us jagah mile jisse mera lena dena tha. Aisa malum ho raha tha jaise mere ghar ke pichhe hi kahin dhool mein dabi hua ek kagaz ka tukda tha, maine thodi dhool udaayi toh numaya ho gaya.

Bahar-haal, main apni soch ke dariya se bahar nikla aur is paheli ki kadiyan jodne ki taiyyari mein jut gaya.

First stop, vo office jahan Saanwli kaam karti thi.

Vo ek chhoti si hardware factory thi jahan nails, screws and bolts banaye jaate the. Makeup mere chehre par ab bhi tha. Aakhri baar Maya ne andaza laga kar kaha tha ke main ek policewala hoon. Is baar maine poori koshish ki thi ke main saade kapdo mein ek policewala hi lagun. Chehre par moti moonch jo neeche ke aur aati hui meri thodi tak jaati thi, kaan mein moti si baali, gale mein moti si chain, Tucked out shirt aur ek baar phir se shave kiya gaya poori taraf se saaf sar.

“Can i help you sir?” Reception par bethi ladki ne muksura kar mujhse puchha.

Main plan bana kar aaya tha. Ye ladki mera mouth-piece banne wali thi. Isi ne sabko batana tha ke main ek policewala hoon taaki iske baad koi meri ID ko question na kare.

“Inspector Khan” Maine apna introduction karaya “Mumbai police”

Jaisa ke maine socha tha, reaction vaise hi hua. Vo ek koi mushkil se 22-23 saal ki middle class ladki thi. Policewala sunte hi jaisa ke hamare desh mein aksar kaam karta tha, uske aadhe dimag par darr aur jhijhak ne kabza kar liya. Uper se kuchh mera huliya us waqt aisa tha ke policewala nahi toh gunda toh main zaroor lag raha tha.

“Ji kahiye”

“Factory ke maalik se milna hai” Maine aawaz bhaari karte hue poore rob se kaha.

“Ji vo toh is waqt yahan nahi hain”

“Managar kaun hai yahan ka?” Main chaaron taraf dekhte hue is tarah se puchh raha tha jaise ye jagah mujhe dahej mein mili ho.

“Mr. Rao” Ladki ne bataya.

“Bulake lao” Andaaz aisa tha jaise koi mere ghar ke naukar ko bulana ho.

Mere hukum ko fauran baja laya gaya. Ladki fauran office ke andar daakhil hui aur uske saath mein ek 50-55 saal ka aadmi bahar aaya.

“Inspector Khan” Maine seena chauda karte hue jhooth bola “Baat karni hai kuchh aapse”

“Ji andar aaiye” Usne ek office ki taraf ishara kiya.

Kuchh der baad main uske air conditioned office mein betha Pepsi pi raha tha.

“Kuchh khane ke liye lenge sir?” Manager Rao ne apni chair par bethte hue kaha. Shareef aadmi toh jaise uske poore chehre par bold letter mein likha hua tha, underline karke.

“Nahi thanks. Mujhe ek ladki ke baare mein pata karna hai jo shayad aapne yahan kaam karti thi”

“Ji zaroor” Usne fauran co-operate kiya.

“saanwli Mitra” Maine naam bataya.

“Saanwli Mitraaaaaaa ” Vo soch mein pad gaya.

“Aap kabse yahan manager hain?”

“Ji main toh yahan naya hoon, ek mahina hi hua hai” Usne bataya.

“Toh aapko nahi pata hoga. Usse pehle kaam karti thi vo yahan”

“Ek minute” Kehte hue usne apne computer par kuchh check karna shuru kiya.

“Yes she is here” Kehte hue usne apne computer ka monitor meri taraf ghuma diya.

Vo unka employee data-base tha aur screen par Saanwli ka profile khula hua tha. Maine dekhna shuru kiya par vahan sirf vahi details thi jo ek company aam taur par apne employees ke baare mein rakhti hai. Uska naam, phone, pata, educational qualification vagerah vagerah. Zyadatar details aisi thi jo main already janta tha ya jo mere kaam ki nahi thi.

“Ye toh mujhe pata hai” Maine monitor phir uski taraf mod diya “I want to know the details ke jab vo yahan kaam karti thi toh uske dost vagerah kaun the, kiske saath uthna bethna tha, uska behaviour kaisa tha vagerah”

“I am sorry but is mamle mein main aapki koi madad nahi kar paoonga. Main us waqt yahan tha hi nahi”

“Koi purana employee jo pichhle saal dedh saal se yahan kaam karta ho?”

“Bahut hain par actually yahan par staff do hisso mein bata hua hai. Factory ke workers aur hamara staff. Yahan is building mein sirf hamara front staff bethta hai. Factory shehar ke doosre hisse mein hai”

“Matlab yahan jo aate hain unka factory walo se koi lena dena nahi”

“Nahi aur factory mein toh sab labour class log hi aate hain. Jo accouting vagerah dekhte hain vo yahan bethte hain”

“Kitne log hain?”

“Ji sirf 8. Ek employee hai jo pichhle 3 saal se hamare saath hai. Shayad vo kuchh bata paaye.

Bulane par jo aaya vo koi 30 ke aas paas ka dubla patla ladka tha. Aankhon par ek mota sa chashma, itna patla ke tez hawa ke saath ud jaane ka khatra ho, sar par bhaari matra mein tel se chipke baal, bahut saleeke se iron ki hui shirt aur trouser and achhe se chamkaye gaye joote. In short, bilkul us tareeke ka ladka jo school mein kitabon se sar uthake nahi dekhte aur 12 saal tak class ke doosre ladke unki khichai karte hain.

Vo chup-chap aakar sar jhukaye mere saamne khada ho gaya.

“Ye hamare ek kaafi purane employee hain, Mr. Mafat Lal. Actually is office mein sabse purane yahi hain” Rao ne introduction ka round shuru kiya “Mr. Lal ye hain Inspector Khan, crime branch Mumbai Police. Ye aapse ek ladki ke baare mein kuchh sawal karna chahte hain jo yahan pehle kaam karti thi, Saanwli Mitra”

Yahan 2 baaton ka mujhe achambha hua.Pehla toh ye ke office mein ghusne se ab tak maine ek baar bhi nahi kaha tha ke main Crime Branch se hoon, ye apne aap hi jod diya Rao ne par maine bhi kuchh nahi kaha. Doosra, vo ladka ye sunkar ke main ek policewala hoon zara bhi surprised nahi tha, face ke expression zara bhi nahi badle.

Zaahir tha ke bahar bethi us receptionist ne vaisa hi kiya tha jaisa ke maine andaza lagaya tha. Office mein sabko khud hi danke ki chot par bata diya ke main policewala hoon aur mere sar se introduction ka zimma hata diya tha.

“Tum jaante ho ke ham kis ladki ki baat kar rahe hain?” Maine Mafat Lal se puchha.

Jawab mein usne sirf haan mein sar hila diya.

“Kya bata sakte ho tum uske baare mein?”

“Acchi ladki thi” Vo jawab mein bola.

Yahan ek baat aur jiski mujhe hairat hui vo ye thi ke kisi ne ab tak palat kar nahi puchha tha ke main ye sawal jawab kyun kar raha hoon.

“Ok i was actually expecting for a little more than that”

“I dont know anything” Vo sar jhukaye bola.

“Mr. Rao” Main manager ki taraf palta “Would you mind givins us some privacy please?”

“Not at all” Kehte hue vo utha aur darwaze ki taraf badh gaya “If you need anything, i am right outside”

“Thanks” Maine muskura kar jawab diya. Rao gaya toh khushi khushi tha par uske chehre ke haav bhaav se saaf zahir tha ke use yun apne hi office se bahar nikal diye jana bilkul bhi pasand nahi aaya tha.

“Betho” Rao ke jaane ke baad maine Mafat Lal se kaha.

“Kuchh hua hai na use?” Vo fauran hi kursi par betha aur meri taraf dekhta hua bola “Mujhe pata hai ke kuchh hua hai. Main ek mahine se phone kar raha hoon, number nahi lagta. Uske hostel gaya toh mujhe bole ke vo Saharanpur chali gayi vaapis par mujhe pata hai ke kuchh hua hai. Bina bataye aise kyun chali jaati bhala”

Vo ek hi saans mein bahut kuchh bol gaya aur takreeban sab kuchh hi mere matlab ka tha.

“Tum kyun phone kar rahe the use?” Maine ek baar phir apna notepad aur pen nikal liya.

“Dost thi meri. Ek saal se janta tha main use” Usne jawab diya.

“You mean jabse vo yahan kaam karti thi tabse?”

Usne haan mein sar hila diya.

“Yahan se job kab chhodi usne?”

“Koi 2 mahine pehle”

“Kyun chhodi thi?”

“Uske us boyfriend ke chakkar mein. Kehta tha ke shaadi karega usse isliye job chhod do. Mujhe pata tha ke vo uska bevakoof bana raha hai aur kuchh gadbad hogi. Ab ho gayi na. Pata tha mujhe”

Maine use gaur se dekha. Ek tarfa pyaar uske aankhon aur chehre se saaf jhalak raha tha.

“You know what, walk me through the details, ever since you knew her. Kab aayi, kya hua, kab gayi, kyun gayi, sab kuchh. Walk me through” Maine use kahani shuru se shuru karne ke liye kaha.

“Taqreeban saal bhar pehle aayi thi, receptionist thi. Bahut seedhi saadi ladki thi, kisi se zyada bolti nahi thi”

“Sivaay tumhare?”

Mere sawal par vo ek pal ke liye jhijhka.

“Nahi pehle toh mujhse bhi baat nahi karti thi par phir dheere dheere baat shuru ho gayi”

“Kisi cheez ki pareshani thi use yahan?”

“Yahan office mein?”

“Office mein aur yahan Mumbai mein”

“Bas ek hi cheez ki pareshani thi jiski Mumbai mein shayad sabko hai, Paisa. Uski salary bahut kam thi aur Mumbai mein thode se paiso mein guzara karna na-mumkin jaisa hi hai. Usi ko lekar aksar pareshan rehti thi. Din mein sirf ek baar khati thi. Agar dopahar ko kha liye toh raat ka khana nahi khaati thi aur agar raat ko khana hota tha toh lunch skip karti thi”

“Aur isi liye vo Sharafat Bar ja pahunchi?”

Maine sidha sawal kar diya. Vo Saanwli se pyaar karta tha isliye main janta tha ke khud is baare mein shayad na bata paaye aur agar bataya toh baat ghuma phirake bataya isliye maine hi teer nishane par chala diya. Nateeja vahi nikla jiski mujhe ummeed thi, vo ekdam baukhla utha.

“Vo nahi gayi thi, usko phasa kar le jaya gaya tha vahan par, behla phusla ke”

“Aur behlane phuslane ke kaam kisne kiya tha?”

“Aur kaun karega, vahi saali Bar wali ladki”

“Kaun ladki?”

“Bijli” Usne gusse mein kaha.

Ek baar phir ek jana pehchana naam mere saamne aaya. Bijli, Bijli, Bijli.

“Bar wali ladki ka naam tum kaise jaante ho?”

“Saanwli ne bataya tha”

“Aur ye Bijli yahan kya karti thi?”

“Is tarah ki ladkiyan kya kaam kar sakti hain? Ek hi toh kaam aata hai unhen”

“Yahan office mein?” Maine hairat se puchha.

Usne haan mein sar hila diya.

“Kiske liye?”

Usne jawab mein jis offce mein ham bethe the usmein chaaro taraf nazar daudayi.

“Mr. Rao ke liye?”

“Nahi inse pehle jo manager the unke liye. Bhatia Sir. Vo bulate the uske yahan kabhi kabhi, zyadatar saturday ko lunch ke baad jab sab apne ghar nikal jaate the”

“Ok, phir?”

“Bas yahin par us Bijli ne jaan pehchan bana li Saanwli se aur behla phusla kar use Bar mein le gayi”

“Tum jaante ho vo Bar mein kya karti thi?”

“Waitress thi, Genie in a bottle mein”

“Ok, phir?”

“Phir vahan use vo kambakht Raghu mila aur usne aur us bechari masoom ladki ko behlana shuru kar diya. Main bolta tha Saanwli ko ke vo uska shaadi ke naam par fayda utha raha hai par vo sunti hi nahi thi”

“Kaafi achhi dosti thi tumhari usse, nahi?”

“Thodi bol chal thi. Vo Raghu ke milne ke baad usne Bar mein toh kaam band kar diya par vo ladka mujhe theek nahi lagta tha”

“Tum mile the kabhi usse?”

“Nahi”

“Toh tumhein kaise pata ke vo theek nahi tha?”

“Jis hisaab se Saanwli batati thi usse andaza lagaya, itna toh pata chal hi jata hai logon ke baare mein. Ek number ka charsi tha sala”

“Charsi? Bole toh drugs?”

“Nahi main cigarette ki baat kar raha hoon par kaun jaane, drugs bhi karta hi hoga. Jo cigarette pita ho vo achha insaan kaise ho sakta hai bhala, pehle cigarette phir drugs”

Mera dhyaan apni jeb mein rakhe cigarette packet ki taraf gaya pare use nazar andaaz karke maine phir apne dhyaan Mafat ki taraf ghumaya.

“Tumhein kaise pata ke vo cigarette pita tha?”

“Phone pe aksar sunta tha Saanwli ko. Vo har waqt tokti rehti thi use ke cigarette na piya karo. Aur ek baar jab maine dekha use us waqt bhi vo cigarette hi jala raha tha.

“Tumne dekha tha Raghu ko?” Meri ummeed ki chidiya ne ekdam oonchi udaan bhari.

“Haan ek baar main office se nikla toh vo bahar bus stand ke paas khadi hui thi. Main uske paas gaya toh usne bataya ke vo Raghu ka wait kar rahi hai”

“Toh tum ruke uske saath phir?”

“Nahi, i didnt want to meet or see that guy. I hated him”

“Toh abhi toh tumne kaha ke tumne use dekha tha?”

“Actually vo already aa gaya tha par Bus stand ke paas hi ek panvadi ki dukaan hai, vahan se cigarette kharid raha tha. Saanwli uska wait kar rahi thi ke vo cigarette lekar aaye toh vo jaayen”

Maine uski taraf gaur se dekha. Vo ab bhi thoda ghabraya hua lag raha tha aur jis tarike se kahani bata raha tha, koi bhi yahi kehta ke vo jhooth bol raha hai. Mere chehre ke haav-bhaav dekh kar vo pehchan gaya ke mujhe uski baat par yakeen nahi ho raha.

“I can proove it to you” Vo bola.

“Really? How?”

“I have a pic”

“A pic?”

“Yeah us din vo saari pehen kar aayi thi, bahut khoobsurat lag rahi thi toh maine uski ek photo li thi. Us photo mein vo Raghu bhi hai”

“Kahan hai ye photo?”

“Mere cell mein”

Kehte hue usne apna mobile nikala, menu mein jakar ek pic kholi aur cell meri taraf badhaya.

“Here, ye pic dekhiye”

Maine cell uske haath se lekar ek nazar daali aur mujhe aisa laga jaise meri ummeed ki chidiya ke kisi ne pankh kaat diye hon. Mujhe laga tha ke shayad vo Saanwli ki koi pic hogi jismein Raghu uske saath hoga par vo asal mein ek bahut door se li hui photo thi. Photo usne sadak ke apni taraf ke hisse se shayad chhup kar li thi jismein doosri taraf Bus stand ke paas saari pehne Saanwli khadi hui thi. Aas pas aur bhi bahut saare log, sadak ka traffic, agar usne mujhe bataya na hota ke ham log Saanwli ko dekh rahe hain toh shayad vo meri nazar se bach hi jaati.

“Tumne chhup kar li thi ye photo, use bina bataya?”

“Haan vo asal mein door se li thi maine par phir use bata bhi diya tha. Use dikhayi bhi thi ye photo maine. Use pata tha ke ye photo li hai maine” Usne fauran jawab diya par main janta tha ke vo jhooth bol raha hai.

“Ismein Raghu kahan hai? Ye toh akeli khadi hai”

“Ek min” kehte hue usne camera apne haath mein liya aur photo saanwli se zara door ek panvadi ki dukaan par zoom kiya “Ye khada Raghu”

Phir jo pic usne mujhe dikhayi vo aur bhi zyada barbad thi. Ek saste se mobile se li gayi photo ko agar poori taraf zoom kar diya jaaye toh uska kya haal hoga aap andaza laga sakte hain. Aisa hi kuchh mere saamne tha. Usne ek insaan par poori taraf zoom kar diya tha jo dukaan par khada cigarette jala raha tha. Zoom karne ke baad photo is taraf bikhari gayi thi ke batana mushkil ho jaaye ke kahan naak hai aur kahan kaan. Uper se cigarette ka dhuan alag photo mein aa gaya tha jiske pichhe us insaan ka chehra poori tarah chhip gaya tha. Ek tarah se vo photo poori tarah bekaar thi.

“Ye send karo mujhe” Maine phir bhi usse kaha “Bluetooth on karta hoon”

Maine apne cell ka bluetooh on kiya aur usne vo pic mujhe bhej di.

“Toh us din vo vahan khadi Raghu ka wait kar rahi thi ke vo cigarette lekar aa jaaye jab tum usse milne pahunche. Tumhein kaise pata chala ke yahi aadmi Raghu hai?”

“Usne ishare se bataya tha mujhe” Mafat bola “Jaise hi usne bataya main vahan se chala gaya”

“Kyun chale gaye?”

“Pasand nahi karta tha main use”

“Kyun?”

“Theek nahi lagta tha mujhe vo”

“Tumhein kaise pata ke vo theek nahi tha jabki tum usse kabhi mile tak nahi, kabhi baat tak nahi ki?”

Mere is sawal par vo bagalein jhaankne laga. Sawal ka jawab main khud bhi janta tha ke vo kyun Raghu se itna chid raha tha isliye maine aage is baare mein koi sawal nahi kiya.

“Theek hai, aage badho. Vo Raghu se mili, phir?”

“Uske baad usne Sharafat Bar mein job chhod diya. Uske baad kaafi khush rehne lagi thi. She was in love with him you know, hamesha uske baare mein hi baat karti rehti thi”

“Kya bataya usne Raghu ke baare mein? Kya kaam karta tha vo?”

“Aisa koi personnal detail kabhi uske baare mein batati nahi thi vo. Maine puchha toh taal jaati thi isliye bhi mujhe laga ke ladka theek nahi hai shayad”

“Toh kya batati thi uske baare mein?”

“Yahi ke how great he is, kitna khyaal rakhta hai uska, kaise khush rakhta hai usko. All the usual bullshit you know, sab dikhava” Vo munh banata hua bola.

“Phir?”

“Phir ek din vo mujhe boli ke shift kar rahi hai vo Raghu ke saath, live in relation you know aur boli ke kuchh din baad shaadi karne wali hai”

“Kabki baat hai ye?”

“Takreeban 2 mahine pehle ki”

“Phir?”

“Phir phone karna band kar diya maine use”

“Kyun?”

“Mujhe achha nahi laga”

“Aur usne bhi kabhi palat kar phone nahi kiya?”

“Nahi” Usne inkaar mein gardan hila di.

“Isse pehle bhi tum hi phone karte the ya vo karti thi tumhein?”

“Main karta tha”

“Aakhri baar mile kab the usse?”

“Jab usne yahan se job chhodi”

“Tumhein aisa kyun lagta hai ke Saanwli ke saath kuchh hua hai?”

“Maine koi mahina bhar phone nahi kiya usko phir ek din aise hi kar diya toh uska number off mila. Main kuchh din tak phone try karta raha par har baar off hi aata tha. Phir main usse milne hostel gaya toh pata chala ke vo Saharanpur chali gayi hai”

“Haan toh ismein galat lagne jaisi kya baat hai. Ho sakta hai ke vo chali gayi ho”

“Bina aise mujhe bataya?”

“Tum kaun sa uske best-friend the. Abhi toh tumne bataya ke tum hi use phone karte the, vo nahi karti thi?”

Meri is baat ne fauran asar dikhaya. Uske chehre par aakrosh aur dukh, dono bhaav ek saath pradarshit hue.

“Apna phone number batao. Mujhe aur kuchh puchhna hua toh phone karunga”

Uska number lekar maine use vaapis bhej diya aur thodi der baad Rao se milkar office se bahar nikal aaya. Jaate hue maine dekha ke vo reception ke paas khada mujhe jaate hue ghoor raha tha. Ek nazar maine uspar daali aur bina kuchh kahe bahar nikal aaya.

Maar khaya hua aashiq, ladki ne kabhi bhaav nahi diya, chhup chhup kar uski photo khinchta tha,usk boyfriend se jalta tha, khud hi usko phone karta tha aur vo palat kar phone tak nahi karti thi, vo shaadi karne wali thi is baat se dukhi tha, aise jaane kitne khyaal mere dimag mein chal rahe the jab maine apni gaadi ka darwaza khola. Palat kar office ke gate ki taraf dekha toh vo gate ke paas khada tab bhi meri taraf hi dekh raha tha..

 

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