Incest Fitoor : Ishq, Siyasat Aur Asraar

[Qaatil]

Guys Don't worry, story band nahi hui hai. Just baat ye hai ki mere 99% purane readers audience have left the forum. So now wo "Slow Burn" ke saath story ke updates dena koi sense nahi banata , to Mai bass baki bache updates complete kar raha hu, and ek saath sare post kar dunga. We're almost there. As always meri story 200-300 updates ki nahi hoti, so isme bhi 50-100 updates hai, jisme adhe to already likhe hai. Baki thode bache jald se jald likh kar yaha post kar dunga. And this would be my last story on this platform (most probably) ​

 

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[Qaatil]

Wonderful start.
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All the best. This forum was missing your writing for quite a long time.

Mazedar update

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Amazing superb update

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[Qaatil]

Fitoor : Ishq, Siyasat Aur Asraar

Chapter 3 : Andhere Ka Saudagar | Phantom Of The Shadows​

Aaj itvaar ka din tha. Subah ki halki dhoop aur us zamane ki Deccan Queen ki laybaddh aawaz. Mumbai se Pune jaane wali is khas train mein zyada bheed unhi logon ki rehti jo Mahalaxmi aur Pune Race Course ke diwane the. Bade bade vyapari, seth, aur siyasatdan apne suits aur cigars ke sath first-class cabins mein baithe the.

Naziya aaj behadd khush thi. Usne ek bohot hi khubsurat peach rang ka salwar kameez pehna tha. Humesha haveli ki chaar deewari mein kaid rehne wali Naziya aaj khidki ke bahar piche chhutte hue Western Ghats ke pahadon ko bacho ki tarah hairat se dekh rahi thi.
Siraaj uske theek samne baitha tha. Humesha ki tarah, usne ek finely tailored Black 3-piece suit pehna tha. Uski aakhein bhale hi shant thi, lekin uska shatir dimaag continuously aas paas ka muayna kar raha tha. Train ke usi dabbe mein, alag-alag seats par Siraaj ke 4-5 sabse bharosemand, plain-clothes aadmi baithe the, jo aam musafiron ki tarah lag rahe the, par unki nazrein sirf Siraaj ke isharon par thi.

Pune Race Club pahunchte hi, mausam aur nazara dono badal gaya. Badi badi vintage cars, mehnge perfumes ki khushboo aur ghodo ki awaazein. Siraaj Naziya ko lekar VIP pavilion ki taraf badha.
"Acha Naziya... tum yahan aaram se baitho, main bas 10 minute mein aaya," Siraaj ne use ek premium viewing deck par bithate hue kaha. Uske ishaare par do aadmi thodi doori par security ke liye khade ho gaye.
Siraaj ka yahan aane ka maksad sirf ghoomna nahi tha. Jise log shaukh samajhte the, Siraaj ke liye wo apne kaale dhandhe ko safed karne ka ek zariya tha—Vyapaar.
Siraaj sidha Club ke main office mein gaya. Wahan Race Club ka malik, Dhananjay, Siraaj ko dekhte hi apni kursi se khada ho gaya. Dhananjay ke chehre par pasina tha, kyuki Siraaj bhale hi aam janta mein mashhoor nahi tha, par andhere ke saudagaron mein uska naam ek Ghost ki tarah liya jata tha, jo dikhta nahi, par uska khauf har jagah tha.
"Bataiye Siraaj ji... kya socha aapne?" Dhananjay ne ghabrahat chupane ke liye apni Scotch ki sip lete hue pucha.
"Sochna kya hai Dhananjay ji? Vyapaar karne baithe hain, toh vyapaar hi karenge," Siraaj apne suit ka button khol kar aaram se sofe par baith gaya aur halke se muskuraya.
Siraaj ne apne aadmi ko halka sa ishara kiya. Aadmi bahar gaya aur ek bhari, kaale rang ka leather ka bag lakar table par rakh diya. Bag khula toh andar 500 ke naye karkaraate noton ki gaddiyan bhari hui thi pure 10 Crore rupaye, cash.
Dhananjay ki aakhein fati ki fati reh gayi.
"Isme 10 hain..." Siraaj ne ek cigar nikal kar jalate hue kaha. "Baki, club ki partnership aur kagzaat mere naam par transfer hone ke baad aayenge. Aaj se Pune Race Club ke 50 taka hisse ka malik, main hu." Siraaj ne table par rakha 'Club Owner' ka golden badge uthaya aur apne coat ke lapel par laga liya. Dhananjay ke paas haan kehne ke ilawa koi chara nahi tha.
Siraaj wapas pavilion mein aaya aur Naziya ke theek bagal wali kursi par baith gaya.
"Toh... kya lagta hai madam? Kaunsa ghoda jeetega aaj?" Siraaj ne casually pucha.
"Mujhe kya pata? Main toh pehli baar aayi hu," Naziya ne track ki taraf dekhte hue kandhe uchkaye.
"Fir bhi, koi ek toh chuno." Siraaj ne kaha.
Naziya ne aakhein ghumayi aur 4 number ke ek kaale, chamakte hue ghode ki taraf ishara kiya. "Wo wala... 4 number. Wo sabse acha lag raha hai."
Siraaj ne muskurate hue apna sir hilaya. Usne VIP deck par hi theek thodi door khade apne ek aadmi ki taraf dekha aur sirf ek baar apni aakhein jhapkai. Aadmi samajh gaya aur chupchap wahan se nikal gaya.
Race shuru hui. Shuruat mein 4 number ghoda piche tha, lekin aakhiri round mein achanak baki ghodo ki raftar kuch dhimi hui ( jo saaf saaf jockey's manipulation tha) aur 4 number ghoda race jeet gaya!
Naziya khushi se uchal padi. "Dekha! Maine kaha tha na bhaiya wahi jeetega!" Wo taliyan baja rahi thi. Siraaj bas aaram se baitha apni behen ko khush hote dekh muskura raha tha.
Par unki is khushi ke beech, bagal wale VIP section mein kisi ki entry hui. Ye Raghuveer Upadhyay aur uska bada beta Krunal the. Pune ka kafi bada elaka Upadhyay family ka mana jata tha, aur yahan Raghuveer apna rob jamane aaya tha.
Jaise hi Raghuveer aakar baitha, uski baaz jaisi nazar Siraaj par padi. Siraaj ke coat par laga 'Owner' ka badge usne notice kar liya. Ye badge kal tak sirf Dhananjay ke paas hota tha.
"Ye aadmi kaun hai?" Raghuveer ne apni aakhein sikodte hue apne khabari se pucha.
Khabari ne Siraaj ko dhyan se dekha aur dheemi aawaz mein bola, "Seth ji, chehra toh zyada mashhoor nahi hai... par log isey Siraaj Khan kehte hain. Bambayi mein koi bada transport ka vyapaar hai iska. Sunne mein aata hai ki ye aadmi saaye ki tarah kaam karta hai."
"Bambayi ke chote mote vyapari ab Pune mein aakar malik ka badge pehan rahe hain?" Raghuveer ka ego hurt ho chuka tha. Wo is 'gumnam' vyapari ko uski aukaat dikhana chahta tha.
Agli race ki announcement hui. Raghuveer ne sabke samne ailaan karte hue ek bhari rakam, kareeb 50 lakh rupaye 7 number ghode par laga diye, taaki sabko pata chale ki yahan ka asli baap kaun hai. Ye khabar udte hue Siraaj tak bhi pahunch gayi.
Naziya ne fir se Siraaj ka haath pakda. "Bhaiya! Main is baar fir se apne wale, yaani 4 number par lagana chahti hu."
Siraaj ne Raghuveer ki taraf ek thandi nazar daali aur fir Naziya ke haath ko halke se daba kar bola, "Nahi Naziya... Pehle yahan aaye inn 'naye mehmano' ko thoda khush ho lene dete hain."
Siraaj ne fir se apne aadmi ko ishara kiya. Race shuru hui. Is baar Naziya ka 4 number ghoda piche reh gaya aur Raghuveer ka 7 number ghoda aasaani se jeet gaya. Raghuveer ne fakar se Siraaj ki taraf dekha aur ek vijeta ki tarah hawa mein haath utha kar use 'salam' kiya.
Siraaj, jo janta tha ki is jeet ki dor bhi usi ke hath mein thi, usne nihayat hi shant aur adab se Raghuveer ko namaskar kiya. Naziya chupchap ye ajeeb sa silent war dekh rahi thi.
Race khatam hone ke baad, bheed chhatne lagi. Siraaj ne dekha ki Raghuveer theek usi ki taraf aa raha hai. Usne turant apne do guards ko ishara kiya, "Naziya ko gaadi ki taraf le jao, main aata hu." Naziya ko wahan se safely bhej diya gaya.
Raghuveer aakar Siraaj ke theek samne khada hua aur haath milane ke liye aage badhaya. "Aur batayein Mr...?"
"Siraaj... Siraaj Khan." Siraaj ne uska haath pakda. Pakkad itni mazboot thi ki Raghuveer ko apni ungliyon mein dard mehsoos hua.
"Janta hu Siraaj ji aapko," Raghuveer ne muskurane ki koshish ki. "Bambayi se kafi door aa gaye hain aap apne transport ke truck aur jahaz chalate chalate."
"Haan bas... kabhi kabhi hawa paani badalne ki aadat hai," Siraaj ne beruqi se jawab diya.
Raghuveer ne Siraaj ke lapel par lage Badge ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha, "Waise, rang kuch badla-badla lag raha hai aapka. Bambayi mein sunte the ki aap andheron mein rehne wale sudagar hain. Yahan toh aap seedhe malik ki kursi par aa baithe. Kisne laya aapko yahan?"
Siraaj ne apni aakhein Raghuveer ki aakhon mein gaadi. Uski aawaz achanak bhari aur sangeen ho gayi, "Khud ke vishwas ne... aur dusron ke darr ne, shayad."
Raghuveer ki nakli muskurahat thodi kam hui. Usne ek aam don ki tarah chetavni dene ka faisla kiya. "Badhiya hai... Lekin ek baat hai Siraaj ji, jahan aapka khazana chupa hua hai na... wahan dhoop badi tez hai. Sab kuch jala sakti hai. Khazana toh sirf andheron mein hi chupa hua theek rehta hai. Kyun?"
Siraaj bilkul shant khada raha. Wo Raghuveer ke is cryptic tanz ko behadd bakhubi samajh chuka tha.
Siraaj ne muskurate hue, thehrav ke sath jawab diya, "Dhoop se unhein darr lagta hai Raghuveer ji, jinke wajood kachche hon... jinhein darr ho ki dhoop mein unki asliyat dikh jayegi. Humara kya hai... hum toh andheron mein hi paida hue hain. Aur jo saaye mein palte hain, wo aag se kese hi jala karenge."
Siraaj ki is line ne Raghuveer ke andar ek ajeeb si aag laga di thi.
"Aur waise jo aapne kaha kya main isey ek chetavni samjhu, Raghuveer Ji?"
Raghuveer Siraaj ke bilkul nazdeek aaya aur dheeme, par khatarnak swaron mein bola, "Arey bilkul nahi... bas ek dostana salah samajhiye. Bhale hum aur aap alag-alag raston par chal rahe hon, par sach toh ye hai ki is dhandhe mein manzil toh sabki ek hi hai."
"Aur wo kya ho sakti hai?" Siraaj ne eyebrow uthate hue pucha.
Raghuveer ne halke se phusphusaya, "Power, Siraaj ji... Taqat."
Siraaj muskuraya. Usne apna coat theek kiya aur wahan se palat te hue sirf itna kaha, "Aapse milkar khushi hui, Upadhyay ji."
Donon ki yeh pehli mulaqat thi. Raghuveer is Mumbai aur Pune sheher ka ek established naam tha, aur Siraaj ek gumnam bhoot. Lekin aaj ki is mulaqat ne ek aisi aag laga di thi, jiska anjaam aane wale waqt mein bambayi se lekar pune tak poore underworld ko hila dene wala tha.
Race course ka kaam nipta kar Siraaj apni gaadi mein baitha jahan Naziya pehle se uska intezar kar rahi thi. Business aur power politics ko Siraaj wahi piche chhod aaya tha. Ab gaadi mein sirf ek ladaita bhai tha, jisne aaj thaan li thi ki wo apni behen ko pura Pune ghumayega.
Pune ke mashhoor bazar, MG Road ki sadkon par ghoomte hue, Naziya kisi azaad panchi ki tarah khush thi. Ice-cream, sadkon ka khana, aur aam logon ki tarah chalna, ye choti choti khushiyan uske liye kisi jannat se kam nahi thi. Siraaj bhi use dekh kar andar hi andar muskurata raha.
"Toh... ho gaya tera ghoomna? Ya aur kuch khwaish baki hai maharani ki?" Siraaj ne pucha jab wo car ki taraf wapas laut rahe the.
Naziya ne thoda haklate hue kaha, "Wo... Bhaiya..."
"Haan bolo, kya chahiye?"
"Bhaiya mujhe... mujhe bahot saare naye kapde kharidne hain... please! Bhabhi mere kapdon ka mazaak udati hain."
Siraaj ne haste hue apni ghadi dekhi. "Theek hai... par yaad rakhna, sirf do ghante hi bache hain. Fir bambayi ke liye nikalna hai humein."
Dono wahan ke ek behadd luxurious aur premium boutique mein dakhil hue. Waise toh Siraaj ke 4-5 guards dukan ke bahar aur aas-paas nazar rakh rahe the, par andar Siraaj kisi baaz ki tarah har ek kone ko scan kar raha tha. Wo janta tha uski aur uski behen ki jaan par kitne khatre the.
Naziya ka dhyan inn sab se hat kar sirf kapdon par tha. Wo jis kapde par haath rakhti, Siraaj ka card bina rate dekhe swipe ho jata. Siraaj ek obedient bhai ki tarah haath mein kai saari dresses pakde trial room ke bahar khada tha. Naziya ek-ek karke dress pehanti aur bahar aakar Siraaj ko dikhati. Siraaj ko to Naziya har dress par utni hi khubsurat lagti.
Aisi hi ek aur dress try karne ke liye Naziya trial room mein gayi. Siraaj do kadam door jakar ek doosri nayi dress dekhne laga.
Tabhi boutique mein 2-3 aawara, bigde hue ameer baap ke ladke andar aaye. Unki aakhein ghoom rahi thi. Jaise hi Naziya apna trial room ka darwaza khol kar bahar aayi, ek ladke ki nazar uspar pad gayi.
Wo ladka Naziya ko upar se niche ghoorte hue apne doston se ek ghinoni aur utpatang line bola. Uske doston ne ek gandi hasi hasi aur Naziya ki taraf badhne lage. Naziya ghabra kar piche hati.
Us ladke ne apna haath Naziya ki taraf badhaya hi tha... ki achanak ek lohe jaisa bhari haath piche se aakar us aawara ladke ki gardan par pada.
Ye Siraaj tha.
Siraaj ki aakhein is waqt kisi janwar jaisi khaufnaak lag rahi thi. Bina ek shabd kahe, usne us ladke ki gardan ko ek haath se uthaya aur uske chehre ko poori taqat se trial room ki sidhi deewar par de maara.
Aawaz poore boutique mein goonj gayi. Deewar par khoon ke chinte pad gaye. Ladke ki naak aur muh se khoon ka favvara choot pada aur wo dard se karhaate hue zameen par gir gaya. Baki ke do ladke dar ke mare peeche bhage, par tab tak boutique ka darwaza khula aur Siraaj ke aadmi andar aa chuke the. Unhone bache hue dono ladkon ko gardan se dabocha aur janwaron ki tarah ghasit te hue dukan se bahar nikal gaye, taaki boss ki chavi aam logon ke samne aur kharab na ho.
Siraaj ne girte hue us khun se latpat ladke ka collar pakda, use aadha hawa mein uthaya aur uski kaanpti hui aankhon mein dekh kar apni cold aawaz mein bas itna bola, "Ye aankhein jo abhi fati hui hain na... inhe noch kar teri hi hatheli par rakh dunga agar agli baar galti se bhi nazar uthai." Siraaj ne use zameen par wapas patak diya.
Is poore incident ko hone mein mushkil se 15 second lage the. Par in 15 seconds mein Sara din khushi se jhoomti hui Naziya buri tarah seham chuki thi.
Wo manti thi ki Siraaj Mafia hai. Usne haveli mein chalne wali guns dekhi thi. Wo janti thi ki Siraaj aur Altaf ye kaale kaarobar sirf survival ke liye karte the kyuki past mein unke parivaar par bahut zulm hue the. Naziya ye sab rationally samajhti thi.
Par sunna aur apni aankhon ke samne us shaitan ko, us darinde ko dekhna... jo Siraaj ke andar pal raha tha, ye Naziya ke liye pehli baar tha. Uski rooh kaanp gayi thi.
Boutique ka staff ghabra kar kone mein chup gaya tha. Siraaj ne apna suit theek kiya, Naziya ka hath pakda aur use lekar gaadi ki taraf nikal gaya.
Pune se Mumbai ka lamba safar wapas shuru ho chuka tha. Raat ho rahi thi. Gaadi mein maut jaisi shanti thi. Siraaj drive kar raha tha aur Naziya passenger seat par bilkul chup baithi, bahar andhere mein dekh rahi thi.
Siraaj uski ye khamoshi aur darr bardaasht nahi kar pa raha tha.
"Kya baat hai Naziya? Tu itni chup kyu hai?" Siraaj ne finally pucha.
Naziya ne dheere se sir mod kar Siraaj ko dekha. Uski awaz kaanp rahi thi, "Aapne wo... us ladke ko us tarah... kyu?"
"Toh kya chahti thi tu? Tujhe koi gandi nazaron se dekhe, utpatang baatein kare aur main uske aage hath jod kar dhang se pesh aau?" Siraaj ki aawaz mein abhi bhi us ladke ke liye gussa tha.
Naziya ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Nahi... mera matlab wo nahi tha. Main... main aapke dhandhe, guns aur baki sab ke bare mein janti hu bhaiya. Janti hu hume jeene ke liye ye sab karna padta hai. Par... aap jab aise hote hain na... is tarah behadd gusse mein. Toh.... Toh mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise main apne Siraaj bhaiya ko nahi... jaise kisi aur hi khaufnaak insaan ko dekh rahi hu jisse main darti hu."
Siraaj ne gaadi ki speed kam ki. Uski behen ke aansu uske seene mein goliyon ki tarah chubhte the. Usne gaadi ek side par roki.
Siraaj ne apni seatbelt kholi, aage jhuka aur apne bhari, lekin naram haathon se Naziya ki aakhon ke aansu saaf kiye. Usne dono haathon se Naziya ka chehra pakda aur behadd pyaar se, thahrav ke sath bola:
"Main janta hu... mera ye roop, ye vyavahaar tujhe pareshan karta hai. Par Naziya... tujhe ye baat hamesha ke liye samajhni hogi ki mera ye gussa, mera ye shaitan wala roop, ye darindagi... ye sab sirf is bahar ki zalim duniya ke un kutton ke liye hai, jo tujhe ya mere parivaar par buri nazar daalte hain. Is duniya mein seedhe ped sabse pehle kaate jate hain, isliye mujhe kaanton se bhara ped banna pada. Lekin in sab cheezon ki wajah se, is andhere ki wajah se... mera tere liye pyaar aur meri parwah kabhi kam nahi hogi."
Naziya ne Siraaj ki aankhon mein dekha. Unn aankhon mein sachaai thi. Wo samajh gayi thi. Uski past ki insecurities, uski survival ki bhookh, uski akelepan ki beemari... Siraaj uski dhaal tha. Aur jo dhaal hoti hai, wo dushmano ke liye patthar ki hoti hai, par andar baithe shaks ke liye sabse surakshit jagah.
Ye jaante hue bhi ki Siraaj ek aisi aag hai jo sab kuch jala sakta hai, Naziya ne us aag ko apna liya tha. Usne muskurate hue haan mein sir hilaya aur apne aansu ponch liye. Usne fir se Siraaj ka haath pakad liya. "Main samajh gayi bhaiya." Uski baaton se wo Fitoor, wo junoon jo uske zehen mein Siraaj ke liye panap raha tha, aur gehra ho gaya tha.
Der raat, kaali Contessa apni haveli mein aakar ruki. Din bhar ki thakan aur emotional roller-coaster ke baad, Naziya apne kamre mein jaate hi gehri aur surakshit neend mein so gayi. Use ab koi darr nahi tha.
Lekin dusre kamre mein, apne aalishan bed par lete hue bhi Siraaj ki aankhon se neend koso door thi. Andhere kamre mein fan ahista-ahista ghoom raha tha. Siraaj cigarette pi raha tha aur uske dimaag mein aaj din bhar hui ghatnayein replay ho rahi thi.
Pune... Dhananjay... aur sabse badh kar wo khiladi, Raghuveer.
"Power, Siraaj ji… Taqat.”
“Jahan aapka khazana chupa hai, wahan dhoop badi tez hai…”
Raghuveer ki goonjti aawazein Siraaj ke dimaag ke pardo se takra rahi thi. Siraaj ne cigarette ki aakhiri kash li, use ashtray mein bujhaya aur muskuraya.
Khel ab shuru ho chuka tha. Andhere ke is saudagar ne ab dhoop mein aane ka faisla kar liya tha, aur wo janta tha ki is jung mein sabse badi lapat Raghuveer Upadhyay ke ghar se uthne wali thi.

To Be Continued...

 

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Badiya update

 

[JainMs]

Fitoor : Ishq, Siyasat Aur Asraar

Chapter 3 : Andhere Ka Saudagar | Phantom Of The Shadows​

Aaj itvaar ka din tha. Subah ki halki dhoop aur us zamane ki Deccan Queen ki laybaddh aawaz. Mumbai se Pune jaane wali is khas train mein zyada bheed unhi logon ki rehti jo Mahalaxmi aur Pune Race Course ke diwane the. Bade bade vyapari, seth, aur siyasatdan apne suits aur cigars ke sath first-class cabins mein baithe the.

Naziya aaj behadd khush thi. Usne ek bohot hi khubsurat peach rang ka salwar kameez pehna tha. Humesha haveli ki chaar deewari mein kaid rehne wali Naziya aaj khidki ke bahar piche chhutte hue Western Ghats ke pahadon ko bacho ki tarah hairat se dekh rahi thi.
Siraaj uske theek samne baitha tha. Humesha ki tarah, usne ek finely tailored Black 3-piece suit pehna tha. Uski aakhein bhale hi shant thi, lekin uska shatir dimaag continuously aas paas ka muayna kar raha tha. Train ke usi dabbe mein, alag-alag seats par Siraaj ke 4-5 sabse bharosemand, plain-clothes aadmi baithe the, jo aam musafiron ki tarah lag rahe the, par unki nazrein sirf Siraaj ke isharon par thi.

Pune Race Club pahunchte hi, mausam aur nazara dono badal gaya. Badi badi vintage cars, mehnge perfumes ki khushboo aur ghodo ki awaazein. Siraaj Naziya ko lekar VIP pavilion ki taraf badha.
"Acha Naziya... tum yahan aaram se baitho, main bas 10 minute mein aaya," Siraaj ne use ek premium viewing deck par bithate hue kaha. Uske ishaare par do aadmi thodi doori par security ke liye khade ho gaye.
Siraaj ka yahan aane ka maksad sirf ghoomna nahi tha. Jise log shaukh samajhte the, Siraaj ke liye wo apne kaale dhandhe ko safed karne ka ek zariya tha—Vyapaar.
Siraaj sidha Club ke main office mein gaya. Wahan Race Club ka malik, Dhananjay, Siraaj ko dekhte hi apni kursi se khada ho gaya. Dhananjay ke chehre par pasina tha, kyuki Siraaj bhale hi aam janta mein mashhoor nahi tha, par andhere ke saudagaron mein uska naam ek Ghost ki tarah liya jata tha, jo dikhta nahi, par uska khauf har jagah tha.
"Bataiye Siraaj ji... kya socha aapne?" Dhananjay ne ghabrahat chupane ke liye apni Scotch ki sip lete hue pucha.
"Sochna kya hai Dhananjay ji? Vyapaar karne baithe hain, toh vyapaar hi karenge," Siraaj apne suit ka button khol kar aaram se sofe par baith gaya aur halke se muskuraya.
Siraaj ne apne aadmi ko halka sa ishara kiya. Aadmi bahar gaya aur ek bhari, kaale rang ka leather ka bag lakar table par rakh diya. Bag khula toh andar 500 ke naye karkaraate noton ki gaddiyan bhari hui thi pure 10 Crore rupaye, cash.
Dhananjay ki aakhein fati ki fati reh gayi.
"Isme 10 hain..." Siraaj ne ek cigar nikal kar jalate hue kaha. "Baki, club ki partnership aur kagzaat mere naam par transfer hone ke baad aayenge. Aaj se Pune Race Club ke 50 taka hisse ka malik, main hu." Siraaj ne table par rakha 'Club Owner' ka golden badge uthaya aur apne coat ke lapel par laga liya. Dhananjay ke paas haan kehne ke ilawa koi chara nahi tha.
Siraaj wapas pavilion mein aaya aur Naziya ke theek bagal wali kursi par baith gaya.
"Toh... kya lagta hai madam? Kaunsa ghoda jeetega aaj?" Siraaj ne casually pucha.
"Mujhe kya pata? Main toh pehli baar aayi hu," Naziya ne track ki taraf dekhte hue kandhe uchkaye.
"Fir bhi, koi ek toh chuno." Siraaj ne kaha.
Naziya ne aakhein ghumayi aur 4 number ke ek kaale, chamakte hue ghode ki taraf ishara kiya. "Wo wala... 4 number. Wo sabse acha lag raha hai."
Siraaj ne muskurate hue apna sir hilaya. Usne VIP deck par hi theek thodi door khade apne ek aadmi ki taraf dekha aur sirf ek baar apni aakhein jhapkai. Aadmi samajh gaya aur chupchap wahan se nikal gaya.
Race shuru hui. Shuruat mein 4 number ghoda piche tha, lekin aakhiri round mein achanak baki ghodo ki raftar kuch dhimi hui ( jo saaf saaf jockey's manipulation tha) aur 4 number ghoda race jeet gaya!
Naziya khushi se uchal padi. "Dekha! Maine kaha tha na bhaiya wahi jeetega!" Wo taliyan baja rahi thi. Siraaj bas aaram se baitha apni behen ko khush hote dekh muskura raha tha.
Par unki is khushi ke beech, bagal wale VIP section mein kisi ki entry hui. Ye Raghuveer Upadhyay aur uska bada beta Krunal the. Pune ka kafi bada elaka Upadhyay family ka mana jata tha, aur yahan Raghuveer apna rob jamane aaya tha.
Jaise hi Raghuveer aakar baitha, uski baaz jaisi nazar Siraaj par padi. Siraaj ke coat par laga 'Owner' ka badge usne notice kar liya. Ye badge kal tak sirf Dhananjay ke paas hota tha.
"Ye aadmi kaun hai?" Raghuveer ne apni aakhein sikodte hue apne khabari se pucha.
Khabari ne Siraaj ko dhyan se dekha aur dheemi aawaz mein bola, "Seth ji, chehra toh zyada mashhoor nahi hai... par log isey Siraaj Khan kehte hain. Bambayi mein koi bada transport ka vyapaar hai iska. Sunne mein aata hai ki ye aadmi saaye ki tarah kaam karta hai."
"Bambayi ke chote mote vyapari ab Pune mein aakar malik ka badge pehan rahe hain?" Raghuveer ka ego hurt ho chuka tha. Wo is 'gumnam' vyapari ko uski aukaat dikhana chahta tha.
Agli race ki announcement hui. Raghuveer ne sabke samne ailaan karte hue ek bhari rakam, kareeb 50 lakh rupaye 7 number ghode par laga diye, taaki sabko pata chale ki yahan ka asli baap kaun hai. Ye khabar udte hue Siraaj tak bhi pahunch gayi.
Naziya ne fir se Siraaj ka haath pakda. "Bhaiya! Main is baar fir se apne wale, yaani 4 number par lagana chahti hu."
Siraaj ne Raghuveer ki taraf ek thandi nazar daali aur fir Naziya ke haath ko halke se daba kar bola, "Nahi Naziya... Pehle yahan aaye inn 'naye mehmano' ko thoda khush ho lene dete hain."
Siraaj ne fir se apne aadmi ko ishara kiya. Race shuru hui. Is baar Naziya ka 4 number ghoda piche reh gaya aur Raghuveer ka 7 number ghoda aasaani se jeet gaya. Raghuveer ne fakar se Siraaj ki taraf dekha aur ek vijeta ki tarah hawa mein haath utha kar use 'salam' kiya.
Siraaj, jo janta tha ki is jeet ki dor bhi usi ke hath mein thi, usne nihayat hi shant aur adab se Raghuveer ko namaskar kiya. Naziya chupchap ye ajeeb sa silent war dekh rahi thi.
Race khatam hone ke baad, bheed chhatne lagi. Siraaj ne dekha ki Raghuveer theek usi ki taraf aa raha hai. Usne turant apne do guards ko ishara kiya, "Naziya ko gaadi ki taraf le jao, main aata hu." Naziya ko wahan se safely bhej diya gaya.
Raghuveer aakar Siraaj ke theek samne khada hua aur haath milane ke liye aage badhaya. "Aur batayein Mr...?"
"Siraaj... Siraaj Khan." Siraaj ne uska haath pakda. Pakkad itni mazboot thi ki Raghuveer ko apni ungliyon mein dard mehsoos hua.
"Janta hu Siraaj ji aapko," Raghuveer ne muskurane ki koshish ki. "Bambayi se kafi door aa gaye hain aap apne transport ke truck aur jahaz chalate chalate."
"Haan bas... kabhi kabhi hawa paani badalne ki aadat hai," Siraaj ne beruqi se jawab diya.
Raghuveer ne Siraaj ke lapel par lage Badge ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha, "Waise, rang kuch badla-badla lag raha hai aapka. Bambayi mein sunte the ki aap andheron mein rehne wale sudagar hain. Yahan toh aap seedhe malik ki kursi par aa baithe. Kisne laya aapko yahan?"
Siraaj ne apni aakhein Raghuveer ki aakhon mein gaadi. Uski aawaz achanak bhari aur sangeen ho gayi, "Khud ke vishwas ne... aur dusron ke darr ne, shayad."
Raghuveer ki nakli muskurahat thodi kam hui. Usne ek aam don ki tarah chetavni dene ka faisla kiya. "Badhiya hai... Lekin ek baat hai Siraaj ji, jahan aapka khazana chupa hua hai na... wahan dhoop badi tez hai. Sab kuch jala sakti hai. Khazana toh sirf andheron mein hi chupa hua theek rehta hai. Kyun?"
Siraaj bilkul shant khada raha. Wo Raghuveer ke is cryptic tanz ko behadd bakhubi samajh chuka tha.
Siraaj ne muskurate hue, thehrav ke sath jawab diya, "Dhoop se unhein darr lagta hai Raghuveer ji, jinke wajood kachche hon... jinhein darr ho ki dhoop mein unki asliyat dikh jayegi. Humara kya hai... hum toh andheron mein hi paida hue hain. Aur jo saaye mein palte hain, wo aag se kese hi jala karenge."
Siraaj ki is line ne Raghuveer ke andar ek ajeeb si aag laga di thi.
"Aur waise jo aapne kaha kya main isey ek chetavni samjhu, Raghuveer Ji?"
Raghuveer Siraaj ke bilkul nazdeek aaya aur dheeme, par khatarnak swaron mein bola, "Arey bilkul nahi... bas ek dostana salah samajhiye. Bhale hum aur aap alag-alag raston par chal rahe hon, par sach toh ye hai ki is dhandhe mein manzil toh sabki ek hi hai."
"Aur wo kya ho sakti hai?" Siraaj ne eyebrow uthate hue pucha.
Raghuveer ne halke se phusphusaya, "Power, Siraaj ji... Taqat."
Siraaj muskuraya. Usne apna coat theek kiya aur wahan se palat te hue sirf itna kaha, "Aapse milkar khushi hui, Upadhyay ji."
Donon ki yeh pehli mulaqat thi. Raghuveer is Mumbai aur Pune sheher ka ek established naam tha, aur Siraaj ek gumnam bhoot. Lekin aaj ki is mulaqat ne ek aisi aag laga di thi, jiska anjaam aane wale waqt mein bambayi se lekar pune tak poore underworld ko hila dene wala tha.
Race course ka kaam nipta kar Siraaj apni gaadi mein baitha jahan Naziya pehle se uska intezar kar rahi thi. Business aur power politics ko Siraaj wahi piche chhod aaya tha. Ab gaadi mein sirf ek ladaita bhai tha, jisne aaj thaan li thi ki wo apni behen ko pura Pune ghumayega.
Pune ke mashhoor bazar, MG Road ki sadkon par ghoomte hue, Naziya kisi azaad panchi ki tarah khush thi. Ice-cream, sadkon ka khana, aur aam logon ki tarah chalna, ye choti choti khushiyan uske liye kisi jannat se kam nahi thi. Siraaj bhi use dekh kar andar hi andar muskurata raha.
"Toh... ho gaya tera ghoomna? Ya aur kuch khwaish baki hai maharani ki?" Siraaj ne pucha jab wo car ki taraf wapas laut rahe the.
Naziya ne thoda haklate hue kaha, "Wo... Bhaiya..."
"Haan bolo, kya chahiye?"
"Bhaiya mujhe... mujhe bahot saare naye kapde kharidne hain... please! Bhabhi mere kapdon ka mazaak udati hain."
Siraaj ne haste hue apni ghadi dekhi. "Theek hai... par yaad rakhna, sirf do ghante hi bache hain. Fir bambayi ke liye nikalna hai humein."
Dono wahan ke ek behadd luxurious aur premium boutique mein dakhil hue. Waise toh Siraaj ke 4-5 guards dukan ke bahar aur aas-paas nazar rakh rahe the, par andar Siraaj kisi baaz ki tarah har ek kone ko scan kar raha tha. Wo janta tha uski aur uski behen ki jaan par kitne khatre the.
Naziya ka dhyan inn sab se hat kar sirf kapdon par tha. Wo jis kapde par haath rakhti, Siraaj ka card bina rate dekhe swipe ho jata. Siraaj ek obedient bhai ki tarah haath mein kai saari dresses pakde trial room ke bahar khada tha. Naziya ek-ek karke dress pehanti aur bahar aakar Siraaj ko dikhati. Siraaj ko to Naziya har dress par utni hi khubsurat lagti.
Aisi hi ek aur dress try karne ke liye Naziya trial room mein gayi. Siraaj do kadam door jakar ek doosri nayi dress dekhne laga.
Tabhi boutique mein 2-3 aawara, bigde hue ameer baap ke ladke andar aaye. Unki aakhein ghoom rahi thi. Jaise hi Naziya apna trial room ka darwaza khol kar bahar aayi, ek ladke ki nazar uspar pad gayi.
Wo ladka Naziya ko upar se niche ghoorte hue apne doston se ek ghinoni aur utpatang line bola. Uske doston ne ek gandi hasi hasi aur Naziya ki taraf badhne lage. Naziya ghabra kar piche hati.
Us ladke ne apna haath Naziya ki taraf badhaya hi tha... ki achanak ek lohe jaisa bhari haath piche se aakar us aawara ladke ki gardan par pada.
Ye Siraaj tha.
Siraaj ki aakhein is waqt kisi janwar jaisi khaufnaak lag rahi thi. Bina ek shabd kahe, usne us ladke ki gardan ko ek haath se uthaya aur uske chehre ko poori taqat se trial room ki sidhi deewar par de maara.
Aawaz poore boutique mein goonj gayi. Deewar par khoon ke chinte pad gaye. Ladke ki naak aur muh se khoon ka favvara choot pada aur wo dard se karhaate hue zameen par gir gaya. Baki ke do ladke dar ke mare peeche bhage, par tab tak boutique ka darwaza khula aur Siraaj ke aadmi andar aa chuke the. Unhone bache hue dono ladkon ko gardan se dabocha aur janwaron ki tarah ghasit te hue dukan se bahar nikal gaye, taaki boss ki chavi aam logon ke samne aur kharab na ho.
Siraaj ne girte hue us khun se latpat ladke ka collar pakda, use aadha hawa mein uthaya aur uski kaanpti hui aankhon mein dekh kar apni cold aawaz mein bas itna bola, "Ye aankhein jo abhi fati hui hain na... inhe noch kar teri hi hatheli par rakh dunga agar agli baar galti se bhi nazar uthai." Siraaj ne use zameen par wapas patak diya.
Is poore incident ko hone mein mushkil se 15 second lage the. Par in 15 seconds mein Sara din khushi se jhoomti hui Naziya buri tarah seham chuki thi.
Wo manti thi ki Siraaj Mafia hai. Usne haveli mein chalne wali guns dekhi thi. Wo janti thi ki Siraaj aur Altaf ye kaale kaarobar sirf survival ke liye karte the kyuki past mein unke parivaar par bahut zulm hue the. Naziya ye sab rationally samajhti thi.
Par sunna aur apni aankhon ke samne us shaitan ko, us darinde ko dekhna... jo Siraaj ke andar pal raha tha, ye Naziya ke liye pehli baar tha. Uski rooh kaanp gayi thi.
Boutique ka staff ghabra kar kone mein chup gaya tha. Siraaj ne apna suit theek kiya, Naziya ka hath pakda aur use lekar gaadi ki taraf nikal gaya.
Pune se Mumbai ka lamba safar wapas shuru ho chuka tha. Raat ho rahi thi. Gaadi mein maut jaisi shanti thi. Siraaj drive kar raha tha aur Naziya passenger seat par bilkul chup baithi, bahar andhere mein dekh rahi thi.
Siraaj uski ye khamoshi aur darr bardaasht nahi kar pa raha tha.
"Kya baat hai Naziya? Tu itni chup kyu hai?" Siraaj ne finally pucha.
Naziya ne dheere se sir mod kar Siraaj ko dekha. Uski awaz kaanp rahi thi, "Aapne wo... us ladke ko us tarah... kyu?"
"Toh kya chahti thi tu? Tujhe koi gandi nazaron se dekhe, utpatang baatein kare aur main uske aage hath jod kar dhang se pesh aau?" Siraaj ki aawaz mein abhi bhi us ladke ke liye gussa tha.
Naziya ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Nahi... mera matlab wo nahi tha. Main... main aapke dhandhe, guns aur baki sab ke bare mein janti hu bhaiya. Janti hu hume jeene ke liye ye sab karna padta hai. Par... aap jab aise hote hain na... is tarah behadd gusse mein. Toh.... Toh mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise main apne Siraaj bhaiya ko nahi... jaise kisi aur hi khaufnaak insaan ko dekh rahi hu jisse main darti hu."
Siraaj ne gaadi ki speed kam ki. Uski behen ke aansu uske seene mein goliyon ki tarah chubhte the. Usne gaadi ek side par roki.
Siraaj ne apni seatbelt kholi, aage jhuka aur apne bhari, lekin naram haathon se Naziya ki aakhon ke aansu saaf kiye. Usne dono haathon se Naziya ka chehra pakda aur behadd pyaar se, thahrav ke sath bola:
"Main janta hu... mera ye roop, ye vyavahaar tujhe pareshan karta hai. Par Naziya... tujhe ye baat hamesha ke liye samajhni hogi ki mera ye gussa, mera ye shaitan wala roop, ye darindagi... ye sab sirf is bahar ki zalim duniya ke un kutton ke liye hai, jo tujhe ya mere parivaar par buri nazar daalte hain. Is duniya mein seedhe ped sabse pehle kaate jate hain, isliye mujhe kaanton se bhara ped banna pada. Lekin in sab cheezon ki wajah se, is andhere ki wajah se... mera tere liye pyaar aur meri parwah kabhi kam nahi hogi."
Naziya ne Siraaj ki aankhon mein dekha. Unn aankhon mein sachaai thi. Wo samajh gayi thi. Uski past ki insecurities, uski survival ki bhookh, uski akelepan ki beemari... Siraaj uski dhaal tha. Aur jo dhaal hoti hai, wo dushmano ke liye patthar ki hoti hai, par andar baithe shaks ke liye sabse surakshit jagah.
Ye jaante hue bhi ki Siraaj ek aisi aag hai jo sab kuch jala sakta hai, Naziya ne us aag ko apna liya tha. Usne muskurate hue haan mein sir hilaya aur apne aansu ponch liye. Usne fir se Siraaj ka haath pakad liya. "Main samajh gayi bhaiya." Uski baaton se wo Fitoor, wo junoon jo uske zehen mein Siraaj ke liye panap raha tha, aur gehra ho gaya tha.
Der raat, kaali Contessa apni haveli mein aakar ruki. Din bhar ki thakan aur emotional roller-coaster ke baad, Naziya apne kamre mein jaate hi gehri aur surakshit neend mein so gayi. Use ab koi darr nahi tha.
Lekin dusre kamre mein, apne aalishan bed par lete hue bhi Siraaj ki aankhon se neend koso door thi. Andhere kamre mein fan ahista-ahista ghoom raha tha. Siraaj cigarette pi raha tha aur uske dimaag mein aaj din bhar hui ghatnayein replay ho rahi thi.
Pune... Dhananjay... aur sabse badh kar wo khiladi, Raghuveer.
"Power, Siraaj ji… Taqat.”
“Jahan aapka khazana chupa hai, wahan dhoop badi tez hai…”
Raghuveer ki goonjti aawazein Siraaj ke dimaag ke pardo se takra rahi thi. Siraaj ne cigarette ki aakhiri kash li, use ashtray mein bujhaya aur muskuraya.
Khel ab shuru ho chuka tha. Andhere ke is saudagar ne ab dhoop mein aane ka faisla kar liya tha, aur wo janta tha ki is jung mein sabse badi lapat Raghuveer Upadhyay ke ghar se uthne wali thi.

To Be Continued...

Story bahot accha se build ho rhi h. Siraj wase to bahari dunya k lye darinda sa h lekin nazia k samne woh ek alag rup apna leta h jo shayad naziya ke dil m ajin s bhavnae le aye. And Raghuveer k character sachme strong h. Mjhe indono ke clashes dekhne h ye behdd khatarnak hoge.

Siraaj ne muskurate hue, thehrav ke sath jawab diya, "Dhoop se unhein darr lagta hai Raghuveer ji, jinke wajood kachche hon... jinhein darr ho ki dhoop mein unki asliyat dikh jayegi. Humara kya hai... hum toh andheron mein hi paida hue hain. Aur jo saaye mein palte hain, wo aag se kese hi jala karenge."

Cold

Raghuveer vs Siraj rivalry intense hone wali h
Eagerly waiting for the next one.

 

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good

 

[aslm addict]

good

Jese ap

 

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Fitoor : Ishq, Siyasat Aur Asraar

Chapter 3 : Andhere Ka Saudagar | Phantom Of The Shadows​

Aaj itvaar ka din tha. Subah ki halki dhoop aur us zamane ki Deccan Queen ki laybaddh aawaz. Mumbai se Pune jaane wali is khas train mein zyada bheed unhi logon ki rehti jo Mahalaxmi aur Pune Race Course ke diwane the. Bade bade vyapari, seth, aur siyasatdan apne suits aur cigars ke sath first-class cabins mein baithe the.

Naziya aaj behadd khush thi. Usne ek bohot hi khubsurat peach rang ka salwar kameez pehna tha. Humesha haveli ki chaar deewari mein kaid rehne wali Naziya aaj khidki ke bahar piche chhutte hue Western Ghats ke pahadon ko bacho ki tarah hairat se dekh rahi thi.
Siraaj uske theek samne baitha tha. Humesha ki tarah, usne ek finely tailored Black 3-piece suit pehna tha. Uski aakhein bhale hi shant thi, lekin uska shatir dimaag continuously aas paas ka muayna kar raha tha. Train ke usi dabbe mein, alag-alag seats par Siraaj ke 4-5 sabse bharosemand, plain-clothes aadmi baithe the, jo aam musafiron ki tarah lag rahe the, par unki nazrein sirf Siraaj ke isharon par thi.

Pune Race Club pahunchte hi, mausam aur nazara dono badal gaya. Badi badi vintage cars, mehnge perfumes ki khushboo aur ghodo ki awaazein. Siraaj Naziya ko lekar VIP pavilion ki taraf badha.
"Acha Naziya... tum yahan aaram se baitho, main bas 10 minute mein aaya," Siraaj ne use ek premium viewing deck par bithate hue kaha. Uske ishaare par do aadmi thodi doori par security ke liye khade ho gaye.
Siraaj ka yahan aane ka maksad sirf ghoomna nahi tha. Jise log shaukh samajhte the, Siraaj ke liye wo apne kaale dhandhe ko safed karne ka ek zariya tha—Vyapaar.
Siraaj sidha Club ke main office mein gaya. Wahan Race Club ka malik, Dhananjay, Siraaj ko dekhte hi apni kursi se khada ho gaya. Dhananjay ke chehre par pasina tha, kyuki Siraaj bhale hi aam janta mein mashhoor nahi tha, par andhere ke saudagaron mein uska naam ek Ghost ki tarah liya jata tha, jo dikhta nahi, par uska khauf har jagah tha.
"Bataiye Siraaj ji... kya socha aapne?" Dhananjay ne ghabrahat chupane ke liye apni Scotch ki sip lete hue pucha.
"Sochna kya hai Dhananjay ji? Vyapaar karne baithe hain, toh vyapaar hi karenge," Siraaj apne suit ka button khol kar aaram se sofe par baith gaya aur halke se muskuraya.
Siraaj ne apne aadmi ko halka sa ishara kiya. Aadmi bahar gaya aur ek bhari, kaale rang ka leather ka bag lakar table par rakh diya. Bag khula toh andar 500 ke naye karkaraate noton ki gaddiyan bhari hui thi pure 10 Crore rupaye, cash.
Dhananjay ki aakhein fati ki fati reh gayi.
"Isme 10 hain..." Siraaj ne ek cigar nikal kar jalate hue kaha. "Baki, club ki partnership aur kagzaat mere naam par transfer hone ke baad aayenge. Aaj se Pune Race Club ke 50 taka hisse ka malik, main hu." Siraaj ne table par rakha 'Club Owner' ka golden badge uthaya aur apne coat ke lapel par laga liya. Dhananjay ke paas haan kehne ke ilawa koi chara nahi tha.
Siraaj wapas pavilion mein aaya aur Naziya ke theek bagal wali kursi par baith gaya.
"Toh... kya lagta hai madam? Kaunsa ghoda jeetega aaj?" Siraaj ne casually pucha.
"Mujhe kya pata? Main toh pehli baar aayi hu," Naziya ne track ki taraf dekhte hue kandhe uchkaye.
"Fir bhi, koi ek toh chuno." Siraaj ne kaha.
Naziya ne aakhein ghumayi aur 4 number ke ek kaale, chamakte hue ghode ki taraf ishara kiya. "Wo wala... 4 number. Wo sabse acha lag raha hai."
Siraaj ne muskurate hue apna sir hilaya. Usne VIP deck par hi theek thodi door khade apne ek aadmi ki taraf dekha aur sirf ek baar apni aakhein jhapkai. Aadmi samajh gaya aur chupchap wahan se nikal gaya.
Race shuru hui. Shuruat mein 4 number ghoda piche tha, lekin aakhiri round mein achanak baki ghodo ki raftar kuch dhimi hui ( jo saaf saaf jockey's manipulation tha) aur 4 number ghoda race jeet gaya!
Naziya khushi se uchal padi. "Dekha! Maine kaha tha na bhaiya wahi jeetega!" Wo taliyan baja rahi thi. Siraaj bas aaram se baitha apni behen ko khush hote dekh muskura raha tha.
Par unki is khushi ke beech, bagal wale VIP section mein kisi ki entry hui. Ye Raghuveer Upadhyay aur uska bada beta Krunal the. Pune ka kafi bada elaka Upadhyay family ka mana jata tha, aur yahan Raghuveer apna rob jamane aaya tha.
Jaise hi Raghuveer aakar baitha, uski baaz jaisi nazar Siraaj par padi. Siraaj ke coat par laga 'Owner' ka badge usne notice kar liya. Ye badge kal tak sirf Dhananjay ke paas hota tha.
"Ye aadmi kaun hai?" Raghuveer ne apni aakhein sikodte hue apne khabari se pucha.
Khabari ne Siraaj ko dhyan se dekha aur dheemi aawaz mein bola, "Seth ji, chehra toh zyada mashhoor nahi hai... par log isey Siraaj Khan kehte hain. Bambayi mein koi bada transport ka vyapaar hai iska. Sunne mein aata hai ki ye aadmi saaye ki tarah kaam karta hai."
"Bambayi ke chote mote vyapari ab Pune mein aakar malik ka badge pehan rahe hain?" Raghuveer ka ego hurt ho chuka tha. Wo is 'gumnam' vyapari ko uski aukaat dikhana chahta tha.
Agli race ki announcement hui. Raghuveer ne sabke samne ailaan karte hue ek bhari rakam, kareeb 50 lakh rupaye 7 number ghode par laga diye, taaki sabko pata chale ki yahan ka asli baap kaun hai. Ye khabar udte hue Siraaj tak bhi pahunch gayi.
Naziya ne fir se Siraaj ka haath pakda. "Bhaiya! Main is baar fir se apne wale, yaani 4 number par lagana chahti hu."
Siraaj ne Raghuveer ki taraf ek thandi nazar daali aur fir Naziya ke haath ko halke se daba kar bola, "Nahi Naziya... Pehle yahan aaye inn 'naye mehmano' ko thoda khush ho lene dete hain."
Siraaj ne fir se apne aadmi ko ishara kiya. Race shuru hui. Is baar Naziya ka 4 number ghoda piche reh gaya aur Raghuveer ka 7 number ghoda aasaani se jeet gaya. Raghuveer ne fakar se Siraaj ki taraf dekha aur ek vijeta ki tarah hawa mein haath utha kar use 'salam' kiya.
Siraaj, jo janta tha ki is jeet ki dor bhi usi ke hath mein thi, usne nihayat hi shant aur adab se Raghuveer ko namaskar kiya. Naziya chupchap ye ajeeb sa silent war dekh rahi thi.
Race khatam hone ke baad, bheed chhatne lagi. Siraaj ne dekha ki Raghuveer theek usi ki taraf aa raha hai. Usne turant apne do guards ko ishara kiya, "Naziya ko gaadi ki taraf le jao, main aata hu." Naziya ko wahan se safely bhej diya gaya.
Raghuveer aakar Siraaj ke theek samne khada hua aur haath milane ke liye aage badhaya. "Aur batayein Mr...?"
"Siraaj... Siraaj Khan." Siraaj ne uska haath pakda. Pakkad itni mazboot thi ki Raghuveer ko apni ungliyon mein dard mehsoos hua.
"Janta hu Siraaj ji aapko," Raghuveer ne muskurane ki koshish ki. "Bambayi se kafi door aa gaye hain aap apne transport ke truck aur jahaz chalate chalate."
"Haan bas... kabhi kabhi hawa paani badalne ki aadat hai," Siraaj ne beruqi se jawab diya.
Raghuveer ne Siraaj ke lapel par lage Badge ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha, "Waise, rang kuch badla-badla lag raha hai aapka. Bambayi mein sunte the ki aap andheron mein rehne wale sudagar hain. Yahan toh aap seedhe malik ki kursi par aa baithe. Kisne laya aapko yahan?"
Siraaj ne apni aakhein Raghuveer ki aakhon mein gaadi. Uski aawaz achanak bhari aur sangeen ho gayi, "Khud ke vishwas ne... aur dusron ke darr ne, shayad."
Raghuveer ki nakli muskurahat thodi kam hui. Usne ek aam don ki tarah chetavni dene ka faisla kiya. "Badhiya hai... Lekin ek baat hai Siraaj ji, jahan aapka khazana chupa hua hai na... wahan dhoop badi tez hai. Sab kuch jala sakti hai. Khazana toh sirf andheron mein hi chupa hua theek rehta hai. Kyun?"
Siraaj bilkul shant khada raha. Wo Raghuveer ke is cryptic tanz ko behadd bakhubi samajh chuka tha.
Siraaj ne muskurate hue, thehrav ke sath jawab diya, "Dhoop se unhein darr lagta hai Raghuveer ji, jinke wajood kachche hon... jinhein darr ho ki dhoop mein unki asliyat dikh jayegi. Humara kya hai... hum toh andheron mein hi paida hue hain. Aur jo saaye mein palte hain, wo aag se kese hi jala karenge."
Siraaj ki is line ne Raghuveer ke andar ek ajeeb si aag laga di thi.
"Aur waise jo aapne kaha kya main isey ek chetavni samjhu, Raghuveer Ji?"
Raghuveer Siraaj ke bilkul nazdeek aaya aur dheeme, par khatarnak swaron mein bola, "Arey bilkul nahi... bas ek dostana salah samajhiye. Bhale hum aur aap alag-alag raston par chal rahe hon, par sach toh ye hai ki is dhandhe mein manzil toh sabki ek hi hai."
"Aur wo kya ho sakti hai?" Siraaj ne eyebrow uthate hue pucha.
Raghuveer ne halke se phusphusaya, "Power, Siraaj ji... Taqat."
Siraaj muskuraya. Usne apna coat theek kiya aur wahan se palat te hue sirf itna kaha, "Aapse milkar khushi hui, Upadhyay ji."
Donon ki yeh pehli mulaqat thi. Raghuveer is Mumbai aur Pune sheher ka ek established naam tha, aur Siraaj ek gumnam bhoot. Lekin aaj ki is mulaqat ne ek aisi aag laga di thi, jiska anjaam aane wale waqt mein bambayi se lekar pune tak poore underworld ko hila dene wala tha.
Race course ka kaam nipta kar Siraaj apni gaadi mein baitha jahan Naziya pehle se uska intezar kar rahi thi. Business aur power politics ko Siraaj wahi piche chhod aaya tha. Ab gaadi mein sirf ek ladaita bhai tha, jisne aaj thaan li thi ki wo apni behen ko pura Pune ghumayega.
Pune ke mashhoor bazar, MG Road ki sadkon par ghoomte hue, Naziya kisi azaad panchi ki tarah khush thi. Ice-cream, sadkon ka khana, aur aam logon ki tarah chalna, ye choti choti khushiyan uske liye kisi jannat se kam nahi thi. Siraaj bhi use dekh kar andar hi andar muskurata raha.
"Toh... ho gaya tera ghoomna? Ya aur kuch khwaish baki hai maharani ki?" Siraaj ne pucha jab wo car ki taraf wapas laut rahe the.
Naziya ne thoda haklate hue kaha, "Wo... Bhaiya..."
"Haan bolo, kya chahiye?"
"Bhaiya mujhe... mujhe bahot saare naye kapde kharidne hain... please! Bhabhi mere kapdon ka mazaak udati hain."
Siraaj ne haste hue apni ghadi dekhi. "Theek hai... par yaad rakhna, sirf do ghante hi bache hain. Fir bambayi ke liye nikalna hai humein."
Dono wahan ke ek behadd luxurious aur premium boutique mein dakhil hue. Waise toh Siraaj ke 4-5 guards dukan ke bahar aur aas-paas nazar rakh rahe the, par andar Siraaj kisi baaz ki tarah har ek kone ko scan kar raha tha. Wo janta tha uski aur uski behen ki jaan par kitne khatre the.
Naziya ka dhyan inn sab se hat kar sirf kapdon par tha. Wo jis kapde par haath rakhti, Siraaj ka card bina rate dekhe swipe ho jata. Siraaj ek obedient bhai ki tarah haath mein kai saari dresses pakde trial room ke bahar khada tha. Naziya ek-ek karke dress pehanti aur bahar aakar Siraaj ko dikhati. Siraaj ko to Naziya har dress par utni hi khubsurat lagti.
Aisi hi ek aur dress try karne ke liye Naziya trial room mein gayi. Siraaj do kadam door jakar ek doosri nayi dress dekhne laga.
Tabhi boutique mein 2-3 aawara, bigde hue ameer baap ke ladke andar aaye. Unki aakhein ghoom rahi thi. Jaise hi Naziya apna trial room ka darwaza khol kar bahar aayi, ek ladke ki nazar uspar pad gayi.
Wo ladka Naziya ko upar se niche ghoorte hue apne doston se ek ghinoni aur utpatang line bola. Uske doston ne ek gandi hasi hasi aur Naziya ki taraf badhne lage. Naziya ghabra kar piche hati.
Us ladke ne apna haath Naziya ki taraf badhaya hi tha... ki achanak ek lohe jaisa bhari haath piche se aakar us aawara ladke ki gardan par pada.
Ye Siraaj tha.
Siraaj ki aakhein is waqt kisi janwar jaisi khaufnaak lag rahi thi. Bina ek shabd kahe, usne us ladke ki gardan ko ek haath se uthaya aur uske chehre ko poori taqat se trial room ki sidhi deewar par de maara.
Aawaz poore boutique mein goonj gayi. Deewar par khoon ke chinte pad gaye. Ladke ki naak aur muh se khoon ka favvara choot pada aur wo dard se karhaate hue zameen par gir gaya. Baki ke do ladke dar ke mare peeche bhage, par tab tak boutique ka darwaza khula aur Siraaj ke aadmi andar aa chuke the. Unhone bache hue dono ladkon ko gardan se dabocha aur janwaron ki tarah ghasit te hue dukan se bahar nikal gaye, taaki boss ki chavi aam logon ke samne aur kharab na ho.
Siraaj ne girte hue us khun se latpat ladke ka collar pakda, use aadha hawa mein uthaya aur uski kaanpti hui aankhon mein dekh kar apni cold aawaz mein bas itna bola, "Ye aankhein jo abhi fati hui hain na... inhe noch kar teri hi hatheli par rakh dunga agar agli baar galti se bhi nazar uthai." Siraaj ne use zameen par wapas patak diya.
Is poore incident ko hone mein mushkil se 15 second lage the. Par in 15 seconds mein Sara din khushi se jhoomti hui Naziya buri tarah seham chuki thi.
Wo manti thi ki Siraaj Mafia hai. Usne haveli mein chalne wali guns dekhi thi. Wo janti thi ki Siraaj aur Altaf ye kaale kaarobar sirf survival ke liye karte the kyuki past mein unke parivaar par bahut zulm hue the. Naziya ye sab rationally samajhti thi.
Par sunna aur apni aankhon ke samne us shaitan ko, us darinde ko dekhna... jo Siraaj ke andar pal raha tha, ye Naziya ke liye pehli baar tha. Uski rooh kaanp gayi thi.
Boutique ka staff ghabra kar kone mein chup gaya tha. Siraaj ne apna suit theek kiya, Naziya ka hath pakda aur use lekar gaadi ki taraf nikal gaya.
Pune se Mumbai ka lamba safar wapas shuru ho chuka tha. Raat ho rahi thi. Gaadi mein maut jaisi shanti thi. Siraaj drive kar raha tha aur Naziya passenger seat par bilkul chup baithi, bahar andhere mein dekh rahi thi.
Siraaj uski ye khamoshi aur darr bardaasht nahi kar pa raha tha.
"Kya baat hai Naziya? Tu itni chup kyu hai?" Siraaj ne finally pucha.
Naziya ne dheere se sir mod kar Siraaj ko dekha. Uski awaz kaanp rahi thi, "Aapne wo... us ladke ko us tarah... kyu?"
"Toh kya chahti thi tu? Tujhe koi gandi nazaron se dekhe, utpatang baatein kare aur main uske aage hath jod kar dhang se pesh aau?" Siraaj ki aawaz mein abhi bhi us ladke ke liye gussa tha.
Naziya ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Nahi... mera matlab wo nahi tha. Main... main aapke dhandhe, guns aur baki sab ke bare mein janti hu bhaiya. Janti hu hume jeene ke liye ye sab karna padta hai. Par... aap jab aise hote hain na... is tarah behadd gusse mein. Toh.... Toh mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise main apne Siraaj bhaiya ko nahi... jaise kisi aur hi khaufnaak insaan ko dekh rahi hu jisse main darti hu."
Siraaj ne gaadi ki speed kam ki. Uski behen ke aansu uske seene mein goliyon ki tarah chubhte the. Usne gaadi ek side par roki.
Siraaj ne apni seatbelt kholi, aage jhuka aur apne bhari, lekin naram haathon se Naziya ki aakhon ke aansu saaf kiye. Usne dono haathon se Naziya ka chehra pakda aur behadd pyaar se, thahrav ke sath bola:
"Main janta hu... mera ye roop, ye vyavahaar tujhe pareshan karta hai. Par Naziya... tujhe ye baat hamesha ke liye samajhni hogi ki mera ye gussa, mera ye shaitan wala roop, ye darindagi... ye sab sirf is bahar ki zalim duniya ke un kutton ke liye hai, jo tujhe ya mere parivaar par buri nazar daalte hain. Is duniya mein seedhe ped sabse pehle kaate jate hain, isliye mujhe kaanton se bhara ped banna pada. Lekin in sab cheezon ki wajah se, is andhere ki wajah se... mera tere liye pyaar aur meri parwah kabhi kam nahi hogi."
Naziya ne Siraaj ki aankhon mein dekha. Unn aankhon mein sachaai thi. Wo samajh gayi thi. Uski past ki insecurities, uski survival ki bhookh, uski akelepan ki beemari... Siraaj uski dhaal tha. Aur jo dhaal hoti hai, wo dushmano ke liye patthar ki hoti hai, par andar baithe shaks ke liye sabse surakshit jagah.
Ye jaante hue bhi ki Siraaj ek aisi aag hai jo sab kuch jala sakta hai, Naziya ne us aag ko apna liya tha. Usne muskurate hue haan mein sir hilaya aur apne aansu ponch liye. Usne fir se Siraaj ka haath pakad liya. "Main samajh gayi bhaiya." Uski baaton se wo Fitoor, wo junoon jo uske zehen mein Siraaj ke liye panap raha tha, aur gehra ho gaya tha.
Der raat, kaali Contessa apni haveli mein aakar ruki. Din bhar ki thakan aur emotional roller-coaster ke baad, Naziya apne kamre mein jaate hi gehri aur surakshit neend mein so gayi. Use ab koi darr nahi tha.
Lekin dusre kamre mein, apne aalishan bed par lete hue bhi Siraaj ki aankhon se neend koso door thi. Andhere kamre mein fan ahista-ahista ghoom raha tha. Siraaj cigarette pi raha tha aur uske dimaag mein aaj din bhar hui ghatnayein replay ho rahi thi.
Pune... Dhananjay... aur sabse badh kar wo khiladi, Raghuveer.
"Power, Siraaj ji… Taqat.”
“Jahan aapka khazana chupa hai, wahan dhoop badi tez hai…”
Raghuveer ki goonjti aawazein Siraaj ke dimaag ke pardo se takra rahi thi. Siraaj ne cigarette ki aakhiri kash li, use ashtray mein bujhaya aur muskuraya.
Khel ab shuru ho chuka tha. Andhere ke is saudagar ne ab dhoop mein aane ka faisla kar liya tha, aur wo janta tha ki is jung mein sabse badi lapat Raghuveer Upadhyay ke ghar se uthne wali thi.

To Be Continued...

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Fitoor : Ishq, Siyasat Aur Asraar

Chapter 3 : Andhere Ka Saudagar | Phantom Of The Shadows​

Aaj itvaar ka din tha. Subah ki halki dhoop aur us zamane ki Deccan Queen ki laybaddh aawaz. Mumbai se Pune jaane wali is khas train mein zyada bheed unhi logon ki rehti jo Mahalaxmi aur Pune Race Course ke diwane the. Bade bade vyapari, seth, aur siyasatdan apne suits aur cigars ke sath first-class cabins mein baithe the.

Naziya aaj behadd khush thi. Usne ek bohot hi khubsurat peach rang ka salwar kameez pehna tha. Humesha haveli ki chaar deewari mein kaid rehne wali Naziya aaj khidki ke bahar piche chhutte hue Western Ghats ke pahadon ko bacho ki tarah hairat se dekh rahi thi.
Siraaj uske theek samne baitha tha. Humesha ki tarah, usne ek finely tailored Black 3-piece suit pehna tha. Uski aakhein bhale hi shant thi, lekin uska shatir dimaag continuously aas paas ka muayna kar raha tha. Train ke usi dabbe mein, alag-alag seats par Siraaj ke 4-5 sabse bharosemand, plain-clothes aadmi baithe the, jo aam musafiron ki tarah lag rahe the, par unki nazrein sirf Siraaj ke isharon par thi.

Pune Race Club pahunchte hi, mausam aur nazara dono badal gaya. Badi badi vintage cars, mehnge perfumes ki khushboo aur ghodo ki awaazein. Siraaj Naziya ko lekar VIP pavilion ki taraf badha.
"Acha Naziya... tum yahan aaram se baitho, main bas 10 minute mein aaya," Siraaj ne use ek premium viewing deck par bithate hue kaha. Uske ishaare par do aadmi thodi doori par security ke liye khade ho gaye.
Siraaj ka yahan aane ka maksad sirf ghoomna nahi tha. Jise log shaukh samajhte the, Siraaj ke liye wo apne kaale dhandhe ko safed karne ka ek zariya tha—Vyapaar.
Siraaj sidha Club ke main office mein gaya. Wahan Race Club ka malik, Dhananjay, Siraaj ko dekhte hi apni kursi se khada ho gaya. Dhananjay ke chehre par pasina tha, kyuki Siraaj bhale hi aam janta mein mashhoor nahi tha, par andhere ke saudagaron mein uska naam ek Ghost ki tarah liya jata tha, jo dikhta nahi, par uska khauf har jagah tha.
"Bataiye Siraaj ji... kya socha aapne?" Dhananjay ne ghabrahat chupane ke liye apni Scotch ki sip lete hue pucha.
"Sochna kya hai Dhananjay ji? Vyapaar karne baithe hain, toh vyapaar hi karenge," Siraaj apne suit ka button khol kar aaram se sofe par baith gaya aur halke se muskuraya.
Siraaj ne apne aadmi ko halka sa ishara kiya. Aadmi bahar gaya aur ek bhari, kaale rang ka leather ka bag lakar table par rakh diya. Bag khula toh andar 500 ke naye karkaraate noton ki gaddiyan bhari hui thi pure 10 Crore rupaye, cash.
Dhananjay ki aakhein fati ki fati reh gayi.
"Isme 10 hain..." Siraaj ne ek cigar nikal kar jalate hue kaha. "Baki, club ki partnership aur kagzaat mere naam par transfer hone ke baad aayenge. Aaj se Pune Race Club ke 50 taka hisse ka malik, main hu." Siraaj ne table par rakha 'Club Owner' ka golden badge uthaya aur apne coat ke lapel par laga liya. Dhananjay ke paas haan kehne ke ilawa koi chara nahi tha.
Siraaj wapas pavilion mein aaya aur Naziya ke theek bagal wali kursi par baith gaya.
"Toh... kya lagta hai madam? Kaunsa ghoda jeetega aaj?" Siraaj ne casually pucha.
"Mujhe kya pata? Main toh pehli baar aayi hu," Naziya ne track ki taraf dekhte hue kandhe uchkaye.
"Fir bhi, koi ek toh chuno." Siraaj ne kaha.
Naziya ne aakhein ghumayi aur 4 number ke ek kaale, chamakte hue ghode ki taraf ishara kiya. "Wo wala... 4 number. Wo sabse acha lag raha hai."
Siraaj ne muskurate hue apna sir hilaya. Usne VIP deck par hi theek thodi door khade apne ek aadmi ki taraf dekha aur sirf ek baar apni aakhein jhapkai. Aadmi samajh gaya aur chupchap wahan se nikal gaya.
Race shuru hui. Shuruat mein 4 number ghoda piche tha, lekin aakhiri round mein achanak baki ghodo ki raftar kuch dhimi hui ( jo saaf saaf jockey's manipulation tha) aur 4 number ghoda race jeet gaya!
Naziya khushi se uchal padi. "Dekha! Maine kaha tha na bhaiya wahi jeetega!" Wo taliyan baja rahi thi. Siraaj bas aaram se baitha apni behen ko khush hote dekh muskura raha tha.
Par unki is khushi ke beech, bagal wale VIP section mein kisi ki entry hui. Ye Raghuveer Upadhyay aur uska bada beta Krunal the. Pune ka kafi bada elaka Upadhyay family ka mana jata tha, aur yahan Raghuveer apna rob jamane aaya tha.
Jaise hi Raghuveer aakar baitha, uski baaz jaisi nazar Siraaj par padi. Siraaj ke coat par laga 'Owner' ka badge usne notice kar liya. Ye badge kal tak sirf Dhananjay ke paas hota tha.
"Ye aadmi kaun hai?" Raghuveer ne apni aakhein sikodte hue apne khabari se pucha.
Khabari ne Siraaj ko dhyan se dekha aur dheemi aawaz mein bola, "Seth ji, chehra toh zyada mashhoor nahi hai... par log isey Siraaj Khan kehte hain. Bambayi mein koi bada transport ka vyapaar hai iska. Sunne mein aata hai ki ye aadmi saaye ki tarah kaam karta hai."
"Bambayi ke chote mote vyapari ab Pune mein aakar malik ka badge pehan rahe hain?" Raghuveer ka ego hurt ho chuka tha. Wo is 'gumnam' vyapari ko uski aukaat dikhana chahta tha.
Agli race ki announcement hui. Raghuveer ne sabke samne ailaan karte hue ek bhari rakam, kareeb 50 lakh rupaye 7 number ghode par laga diye, taaki sabko pata chale ki yahan ka asli baap kaun hai. Ye khabar udte hue Siraaj tak bhi pahunch gayi.
Naziya ne fir se Siraaj ka haath pakda. "Bhaiya! Main is baar fir se apne wale, yaani 4 number par lagana chahti hu."
Siraaj ne Raghuveer ki taraf ek thandi nazar daali aur fir Naziya ke haath ko halke se daba kar bola, "Nahi Naziya... Pehle yahan aaye inn 'naye mehmano' ko thoda khush ho lene dete hain."
Siraaj ne fir se apne aadmi ko ishara kiya. Race shuru hui. Is baar Naziya ka 4 number ghoda piche reh gaya aur Raghuveer ka 7 number ghoda aasaani se jeet gaya. Raghuveer ne fakar se Siraaj ki taraf dekha aur ek vijeta ki tarah hawa mein haath utha kar use 'salam' kiya.
Siraaj, jo janta tha ki is jeet ki dor bhi usi ke hath mein thi, usne nihayat hi shant aur adab se Raghuveer ko namaskar kiya. Naziya chupchap ye ajeeb sa silent war dekh rahi thi.
Race khatam hone ke baad, bheed chhatne lagi. Siraaj ne dekha ki Raghuveer theek usi ki taraf aa raha hai. Usne turant apne do guards ko ishara kiya, "Naziya ko gaadi ki taraf le jao, main aata hu." Naziya ko wahan se safely bhej diya gaya.
Raghuveer aakar Siraaj ke theek samne khada hua aur haath milane ke liye aage badhaya. "Aur batayein Mr...?"
"Siraaj... Siraaj Khan." Siraaj ne uska haath pakda. Pakkad itni mazboot thi ki Raghuveer ko apni ungliyon mein dard mehsoos hua.
"Janta hu Siraaj ji aapko," Raghuveer ne muskurane ki koshish ki. "Bambayi se kafi door aa gaye hain aap apne transport ke truck aur jahaz chalate chalate."
"Haan bas... kabhi kabhi hawa paani badalne ki aadat hai," Siraaj ne beruqi se jawab diya.
Raghuveer ne Siraaj ke lapel par lage Badge ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha, "Waise, rang kuch badla-badla lag raha hai aapka. Bambayi mein sunte the ki aap andheron mein rehne wale sudagar hain. Yahan toh aap seedhe malik ki kursi par aa baithe. Kisne laya aapko yahan?"
Siraaj ne apni aakhein Raghuveer ki aakhon mein gaadi. Uski aawaz achanak bhari aur sangeen ho gayi, "Khud ke vishwas ne... aur dusron ke darr ne, shayad."
Raghuveer ki nakli muskurahat thodi kam hui. Usne ek aam don ki tarah chetavni dene ka faisla kiya. "Badhiya hai... Lekin ek baat hai Siraaj ji, jahan aapka khazana chupa hua hai na... wahan dhoop badi tez hai. Sab kuch jala sakti hai. Khazana toh sirf andheron mein hi chupa hua theek rehta hai. Kyun?"
Siraaj bilkul shant khada raha. Wo Raghuveer ke is cryptic tanz ko behadd bakhubi samajh chuka tha.
Siraaj ne muskurate hue, thehrav ke sath jawab diya, "Dhoop se unhein darr lagta hai Raghuveer ji, jinke wajood kachche hon... jinhein darr ho ki dhoop mein unki asliyat dikh jayegi. Humara kya hai... hum toh andheron mein hi paida hue hain. Aur jo saaye mein palte hain, wo aag se kese hi jala karenge."
Siraaj ki is line ne Raghuveer ke andar ek ajeeb si aag laga di thi.
"Aur waise jo aapne kaha kya main isey ek chetavni samjhu, Raghuveer Ji?"
Raghuveer Siraaj ke bilkul nazdeek aaya aur dheeme, par khatarnak swaron mein bola, "Arey bilkul nahi... bas ek dostana salah samajhiye. Bhale hum aur aap alag-alag raston par chal rahe hon, par sach toh ye hai ki is dhandhe mein manzil toh sabki ek hi hai."
"Aur wo kya ho sakti hai?" Siraaj ne eyebrow uthate hue pucha.
Raghuveer ne halke se phusphusaya, "Power, Siraaj ji... Taqat."
Siraaj muskuraya. Usne apna coat theek kiya aur wahan se palat te hue sirf itna kaha, "Aapse milkar khushi hui, Upadhyay ji."
Donon ki yeh pehli mulaqat thi. Raghuveer is Mumbai aur Pune sheher ka ek established naam tha, aur Siraaj ek gumnam bhoot. Lekin aaj ki is mulaqat ne ek aisi aag laga di thi, jiska anjaam aane wale waqt mein bambayi se lekar pune tak poore underworld ko hila dene wala tha.
Race course ka kaam nipta kar Siraaj apni gaadi mein baitha jahan Naziya pehle se uska intezar kar rahi thi. Business aur power politics ko Siraaj wahi piche chhod aaya tha. Ab gaadi mein sirf ek ladaita bhai tha, jisne aaj thaan li thi ki wo apni behen ko pura Pune ghumayega.
Pune ke mashhoor bazar, MG Road ki sadkon par ghoomte hue, Naziya kisi azaad panchi ki tarah khush thi. Ice-cream, sadkon ka khana, aur aam logon ki tarah chalna, ye choti choti khushiyan uske liye kisi jannat se kam nahi thi. Siraaj bhi use dekh kar andar hi andar muskurata raha.
"Toh... ho gaya tera ghoomna? Ya aur kuch khwaish baki hai maharani ki?" Siraaj ne pucha jab wo car ki taraf wapas laut rahe the.
Naziya ne thoda haklate hue kaha, "Wo... Bhaiya..."
"Haan bolo, kya chahiye?"
"Bhaiya mujhe... mujhe bahot saare naye kapde kharidne hain... please! Bhabhi mere kapdon ka mazaak udati hain."
Siraaj ne haste hue apni ghadi dekhi. "Theek hai... par yaad rakhna, sirf do ghante hi bache hain. Fir bambayi ke liye nikalna hai humein."
Dono wahan ke ek behadd luxurious aur premium boutique mein dakhil hue. Waise toh Siraaj ke 4-5 guards dukan ke bahar aur aas-paas nazar rakh rahe the, par andar Siraaj kisi baaz ki tarah har ek kone ko scan kar raha tha. Wo janta tha uski aur uski behen ki jaan par kitne khatre the.
Naziya ka dhyan inn sab se hat kar sirf kapdon par tha. Wo jis kapde par haath rakhti, Siraaj ka card bina rate dekhe swipe ho jata. Siraaj ek obedient bhai ki tarah haath mein kai saari dresses pakde trial room ke bahar khada tha. Naziya ek-ek karke dress pehanti aur bahar aakar Siraaj ko dikhati. Siraaj ko to Naziya har dress par utni hi khubsurat lagti.
Aisi hi ek aur dress try karne ke liye Naziya trial room mein gayi. Siraaj do kadam door jakar ek doosri nayi dress dekhne laga.
Tabhi boutique mein 2-3 aawara, bigde hue ameer baap ke ladke andar aaye. Unki aakhein ghoom rahi thi. Jaise hi Naziya apna trial room ka darwaza khol kar bahar aayi, ek ladke ki nazar uspar pad gayi.
Wo ladka Naziya ko upar se niche ghoorte hue apne doston se ek ghinoni aur utpatang line bola. Uske doston ne ek gandi hasi hasi aur Naziya ki taraf badhne lage. Naziya ghabra kar piche hati.
Us ladke ne apna haath Naziya ki taraf badhaya hi tha... ki achanak ek lohe jaisa bhari haath piche se aakar us aawara ladke ki gardan par pada.
Ye Siraaj tha.
Siraaj ki aakhein is waqt kisi janwar jaisi khaufnaak lag rahi thi. Bina ek shabd kahe, usne us ladke ki gardan ko ek haath se uthaya aur uske chehre ko poori taqat se trial room ki sidhi deewar par de maara.
Aawaz poore boutique mein goonj gayi. Deewar par khoon ke chinte pad gaye. Ladke ki naak aur muh se khoon ka favvara choot pada aur wo dard se karhaate hue zameen par gir gaya. Baki ke do ladke dar ke mare peeche bhage, par tab tak boutique ka darwaza khula aur Siraaj ke aadmi andar aa chuke the. Unhone bache hue dono ladkon ko gardan se dabocha aur janwaron ki tarah ghasit te hue dukan se bahar nikal gaye, taaki boss ki chavi aam logon ke samne aur kharab na ho.
Siraaj ne girte hue us khun se latpat ladke ka collar pakda, use aadha hawa mein uthaya aur uski kaanpti hui aankhon mein dekh kar apni cold aawaz mein bas itna bola, "Ye aankhein jo abhi fati hui hain na... inhe noch kar teri hi hatheli par rakh dunga agar agli baar galti se bhi nazar uthai." Siraaj ne use zameen par wapas patak diya.
Is poore incident ko hone mein mushkil se 15 second lage the. Par in 15 seconds mein Sara din khushi se jhoomti hui Naziya buri tarah seham chuki thi.
Wo manti thi ki Siraaj Mafia hai. Usne haveli mein chalne wali guns dekhi thi. Wo janti thi ki Siraaj aur Altaf ye kaale kaarobar sirf survival ke liye karte the kyuki past mein unke parivaar par bahut zulm hue the. Naziya ye sab rationally samajhti thi.
Par sunna aur apni aankhon ke samne us shaitan ko, us darinde ko dekhna... jo Siraaj ke andar pal raha tha, ye Naziya ke liye pehli baar tha. Uski rooh kaanp gayi thi.
Boutique ka staff ghabra kar kone mein chup gaya tha. Siraaj ne apna suit theek kiya, Naziya ka hath pakda aur use lekar gaadi ki taraf nikal gaya.
Pune se Mumbai ka lamba safar wapas shuru ho chuka tha. Raat ho rahi thi. Gaadi mein maut jaisi shanti thi. Siraaj drive kar raha tha aur Naziya passenger seat par bilkul chup baithi, bahar andhere mein dekh rahi thi.
Siraaj uski ye khamoshi aur darr bardaasht nahi kar pa raha tha.
"Kya baat hai Naziya? Tu itni chup kyu hai?" Siraaj ne finally pucha.
Naziya ne dheere se sir mod kar Siraaj ko dekha. Uski awaz kaanp rahi thi, "Aapne wo... us ladke ko us tarah... kyu?"
"Toh kya chahti thi tu? Tujhe koi gandi nazaron se dekhe, utpatang baatein kare aur main uske aage hath jod kar dhang se pesh aau?" Siraaj ki aawaz mein abhi bhi us ladke ke liye gussa tha.
Naziya ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Nahi... mera matlab wo nahi tha. Main... main aapke dhandhe, guns aur baki sab ke bare mein janti hu bhaiya. Janti hu hume jeene ke liye ye sab karna padta hai. Par... aap jab aise hote hain na... is tarah behadd gusse mein. Toh.... Toh mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise main apne Siraaj bhaiya ko nahi... jaise kisi aur hi khaufnaak insaan ko dekh rahi hu jisse main darti hu."
Siraaj ne gaadi ki speed kam ki. Uski behen ke aansu uske seene mein goliyon ki tarah chubhte the. Usne gaadi ek side par roki.
Siraaj ne apni seatbelt kholi, aage jhuka aur apne bhari, lekin naram haathon se Naziya ki aakhon ke aansu saaf kiye. Usne dono haathon se Naziya ka chehra pakda aur behadd pyaar se, thahrav ke sath bola:
"Main janta hu... mera ye roop, ye vyavahaar tujhe pareshan karta hai. Par Naziya... tujhe ye baat hamesha ke liye samajhni hogi ki mera ye gussa, mera ye shaitan wala roop, ye darindagi... ye sab sirf is bahar ki zalim duniya ke un kutton ke liye hai, jo tujhe ya mere parivaar par buri nazar daalte hain. Is duniya mein seedhe ped sabse pehle kaate jate hain, isliye mujhe kaanton se bhara ped banna pada. Lekin in sab cheezon ki wajah se, is andhere ki wajah se... mera tere liye pyaar aur meri parwah kabhi kam nahi hogi."
Naziya ne Siraaj ki aankhon mein dekha. Unn aankhon mein sachaai thi. Wo samajh gayi thi. Uski past ki insecurities, uski survival ki bhookh, uski akelepan ki beemari... Siraaj uski dhaal tha. Aur jo dhaal hoti hai, wo dushmano ke liye patthar ki hoti hai, par andar baithe shaks ke liye sabse surakshit jagah.
Ye jaante hue bhi ki Siraaj ek aisi aag hai jo sab kuch jala sakta hai, Naziya ne us aag ko apna liya tha. Usne muskurate hue haan mein sir hilaya aur apne aansu ponch liye. Usne fir se Siraaj ka haath pakad liya. "Main samajh gayi bhaiya." Uski baaton se wo Fitoor, wo junoon jo uske zehen mein Siraaj ke liye panap raha tha, aur gehra ho gaya tha.
Der raat, kaali Contessa apni haveli mein aakar ruki. Din bhar ki thakan aur emotional roller-coaster ke baad, Naziya apne kamre mein jaate hi gehri aur surakshit neend mein so gayi. Use ab koi darr nahi tha.
Lekin dusre kamre mein, apne aalishan bed par lete hue bhi Siraaj ki aankhon se neend koso door thi. Andhere kamre mein fan ahista-ahista ghoom raha tha. Siraaj cigarette pi raha tha aur uske dimaag mein aaj din bhar hui ghatnayein replay ho rahi thi.
Pune... Dhananjay... aur sabse badh kar wo khiladi, Raghuveer.
"Power, Siraaj ji… Taqat.”
“Jahan aapka khazana chupa hai, wahan dhoop badi tez hai…”
Raghuveer ki goonjti aawazein Siraaj ke dimaag ke pardo se takra rahi thi. Siraaj ne cigarette ki aakhiri kash li, use ashtray mein bujhaya aur muskuraya.
Khel ab shuru ho chuka tha. Andhere ke is saudagar ne ab dhoop mein aane ka faisla kar liya tha, aur wo janta tha ki is jung mein sabse badi lapat Raghuveer Upadhyay ke ghar se uthne wali thi.

To Be Continued...

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