Dilli jo sirf ek jagah nahi hai balki kahaniyo ki ek jiti-jaagti kitaab hai. Kabhi ishq aur shano-shaukat ka markaz hai to kabhi jung aur tabahi ka maidan. Har ek gali, har ek imarat apne sine me ek naya raaz chhupaye baithi hai. Magar aaj ye shehar kisi purani daastan ke dukh bhare panne ki tarah ek ajib si dahshat mein ji raha tha ek aise serial killer ke atank ke saaye me, jo sirf laashe nahi, balki ek bechaini bhi chhod jaata tha.
Har hafte, shehar ke kisi na kisi kone se ek nayi laash milti, aur har laash ke saath hoti ek paheli. Ye sirf ek qatl nahi hota tha, ye police ke liye ek mushkil imtihaan aur Dilli ke logon ke liye ek daraavni kahani ban chuka tha. Pichle kuch hafton se, Dilli ke har police station ka sirf ek hi mudda tha "The Puzzle Killer".
Ye naam kisne diya, koi nahi jaanta, par ye naam ab har gali, har chai ki tapri aur har khabar ki surkhi ban chuka tha. Har baar ek nayi laash milti, police naye suraag ki talash me lag jati, aur har baar kisi naye shikar ka pata lagne se pehle hi, ek aur zindagi khatm ho jaati.
Magar ye sirf ek hatyara nahi tha, ye ek khel khel raha tha. Har paheli ek naya sawal thi, ek aisa sandesh jo police ke liye ek suraag bhi ho sakta tha aur ek chaal bhi. Magar har baar, police iss khel me ek kadam piche reh jati. Samay kam tha, uljhane zyada thi… aur shayad, katil hamesha ek kadam aage hi rehta tha.
Aaj subah ki dhundhli roshni abhi puri tarah phaili bhi nahi thi ki Yamuna ke kinare ek aur laash milne ki khabar se puri police force ek baar phir hil uthhi. Paani ke pas pada ek adhed umra ka aadmi, jiski aankho par kali patti bandhi thi aur haathon ko itni mazbuti se rassi se jakkad diya gaya tha jaise koi chahta ho ki marne ke baad bhi woh kuch na dekh sake, kuch na keh sake. Uske chehre par maut ki sard lakire saaf saaf dikh rahi thi, jaise uski aakhri saanse bhi kisi ajib si bechaini me guzari ho.
Magar jo chiz sabse zyada khaufnaak thi, woh thi uske sine par chipka ek kagaz. Pure mahol me ek ajib sa sankoch bhara sannata chha gaya tha jab ek jawan police officer ne woh kagaz uthaya jispar Laal syahi se likhi ek aur paheli thi jo sirf likhawat nahi, balki ek khuli chunauti bhi thi:
"Main wo nahi jo dikhta hu, shaant paani mein behta hu.
Mujhse bachkar dikhao, main baat pate ki kehta hu."
Inspector Verma ne woh kagaz apne haatho me le liya. Ek pal ke liye uska chehra ek ajib si samasya me ghira dikhai diya. Usne gehri saans bhari aur apna maatha thapthapaya. Ye chauthi laash thi, aur chauthi paheli. Pehle ki hi tarah, is baar bhi koi saaf suraag nahi tha, koi sidha jawab nahi.
Dilli ke logon ke liye ab sirf chinta ka sawal nahi raha tha, ek ajib sa khauf unki ragon me behta mehsus ho raha tha. Media har din naye sawalo ke tir chhod raha tha, har akhbaar, har news channel sirf ek hi chiz chilla raha tha
"Police nakam hai!"
Upar se rajnitik dabav bhi din-ba-din badhta ja raha tha. Ye case sirf ek qatl ki jaanch tak simit nahi raha tha, ab ye Dilli Police ki sakh ka sawal ban chuka tha. Media ka pressure, public ka gussa, aur upar se andar hi andar police force ki bechaini sab kuch mila kar ye ek aisi guththi ban gaya tha jo sulajhne ka naam hi nahi le rahi thi.
Isi wajah se police ke high level officers ne ek khaas faisla liya ek aise aadmi ko bulaane ka jo aam tarike se nahi, apne alag andaaz se kaam karta tha.
Armaan Malhotra! ye naam sunte hi police mahakme me ek ajib si hulchul mach gayi thi. Ek aisa jasus, jo sirf apni tikhi sujh-bujh ke liye nahi, balki apne alag tarike se kaam karne ke liye bhi mashhur tha. Armaan ka dimaag kisi aam insaan jaisa nahi tha, woh sidha nahi, tedha sochta tha. Uska tarika hamesha alag hota tha, woh har chiz ko ek naye nazariye se dekhna pasand karta tha.
Uske tarike police ke paramparagat niyamo se bilkul alag hote, aur is wajah se police force me kaafi log usse khush nahi rehte the. Magar ek baat sab maante the ki Armaan ka track record laajawab tha. Jahan police mahino tak kisi case ka hal nahi nikaal paati, wahan Armaan sirf kuch dinon me sach dhund nikalta.
Uska intuition, uska analysis, aur uski strategy hamesha ek kadam aage hoti thi. Aur ab, ye case uske haatho me aane wala tha.
Ab Armaan Delhi Police ka hissa nahi tha. Usne police ki naukri chhod di thi aur apni ek private detective agency chala raha tha. Magar jab bhi koi aisa case saamne aata jo police ke bas se bahar lagta, jab suraag dhundhne ke bawjud bhi sach haathon se fisal jata, tab sirf ek hi naam yaad aata, Armaan Malhotra.
Dilli Police Commissioner, Mr. Rao, khud usse milne uske ghar pahuche. Armaan ka ghar ek alishan bangla tha, lekin andar jaane par ye sirf ek ghar nahi, ek library jaisa lagta tha. Study room me har taraf kitaabe aur files bikhri thi, jaise kisi uljhan ka jawab dhundha ja raha ho. Bich me ek lambi si desk, aur uske ek kone par baitha Armaan, jo kisi case file me duba hua tha.
Rao bina kisi bhumika ke sidha mudde par aaye. Unki awaaz me ek alag si bechaini thi, jaise waqt unke haathon se nikal raha ho.
"Ye case sirf ek qatl ki jaanch nahi hai, Armaan. Ye ek aisi guthhi hai jo police ke haathon se fisal rahi hai. Paheliya chhod kar katil police ka mazak bana raha hai. Chaar laashe mil chuki hain, magar hum ab tak ek bhi sawaal ka jawab nahi nikal paaye."
Armaan ne apni usual shant lekin gehri sochne wali shakl banai. Usne saamne rakhi ek purani file uthai, bina kisi deri ke use dekha, phir apni kursi par piche tek lagakar dhire se bola
"Paheliya... dilchasp hai. Katil dimaagi khel khel raha hai Mr. Rao. Ye sirf ek aam hatyara nahi hai."
Rao ne ek gehri saans li, jaise koi bhaari bojh unke sine par rakha ho. Unki aankhon me ek ajib si bechaini thi na sirf ek officer ki, balki ek insaan ki bhi jo jaanta tha ki agar ab bhi kuch nahi kiya gaya, to ye katil kisi bhi hadd tak ja sakta hai.
"Hume tumhari madad chahiye Armaan Ye case ab sirf ek investigation nahi raha, police ki sakh ka sawal ban gaya hai."
Unke lehje me ek laachari thi jaise wo jaante ho ki ab koi aur rasta nahi hai. Jaise unhone har jagah dhundh liya ho, aur ab sirf ek hi insaan bacha ho jo is mazid uljhi guththi ko suljha sakta hai.
Armaan ne ek pal ke liye kuch nahi kaha. Uski aankhe ek jagah tik gayi thi, jaise wo kisi aur duniya me kho gaya ho. Ye case ab uske liye bhi sirf ek jaanch nahi thi ye ek chunauti thi. Aur Armaan Malhotra ki sabse badi kamzori yahi thi chunautiya, use challenges pasand the aur yahi to uska junun tha.
Usne dhire se kursi se uthkar ek lambi saans li. Phir, ek halki, lekin dabi-dabi muskurahat ke saath bola, "Thik hai, main ye case leta hun. Magar ek shart hai, main apne tarike se kaam karunga. Koi dakhalandazi nahi."
Rao ne maano andar se sukun ki ek gehri saans li ho. Unhone ha me sir hila diya, "Manjur hai Armaan tum Bas ab is katil ko pakdo."
Unka lehja saaf keh raha tha ki ab puri police ki umeed sirf ek aadmi par tiki thi.
Armaan ne bina kisi deri ke kaam shuru kar diya. Sabse pehle, usne pichhli teeno laasho ki files mangwayi. Har ek postmortem report ko dhyan se padha, crime scene ki tasvire ek-ek karke dekhi. Har maut ek hi tarike se hui thi, jaise kisi sochi-samjhi chaal ka hissa ho. Lekin jo chiz sabse zyada maayne rakh rahi thi, woh thi katil ki chhodi gayi paheliyan.
Pehli paheli:
"Andhere me chhupa sach, roshni me aayega.
Jo dikhta nahi, wahi asli raah batayega."
Dusri paheli:
"Shabdon ka jaal, bhram ka mayajaal.
Jawab milega, jab samjhoge sawal."
Tisri paheli:
" Chhupi hai nazaron se, par saath hai,
Jhooth ke shor mein bhi baat hai.
Jo dhoonde dil se, paayega wahi,
Par sirf himmat waale hi jaane sahi.."
Armaan har shabd ko mehsus kar raha tha. Ye sirf ek hatyara nahi tha, ye ek message de raha tha. Ek aisi warning ya ek aisa ishara jo sirf police ke liye nahi, pure sheher ke liye tha. Lekin sabse bada sawaal ye tha ki ye sab kyun? Aur kis maqsad se?
Is case me sirf police aur ek jasus hi nahi, media bhi ek bada kirdaar ban chuka tha. Aur iss media ki duniya me ek naam tezhi se ubhar raha tha jo tha Nishtha Sharma.
Tez-tarrar aur hoshiyaar Nishtha sirf ek journalist nahi, balki sach ki shikari thi. 'Dilli Darpan' ki ek aisi reporter jo bas masaledar ya sansanikhez khabre likhne ke liye nahi, asli sach dhundhne ke liye jaan lagane ko tayyar rehti thi. Har ek news ke parde ke piche jo asli kahani chhupi hoti, Nishtha hamesha use dhundhne ki koshish karti. Aur jab se "The Puzzle killer" ka case saamne aaya tha, tab se uska mann is kahani ki gehraiyo tak jaane ke liye bechain ho chuka tha.
Usne bina kisi deri ke apni research shuru kar di thi. Pichhli tin hatyao ke baare me har chhoti-badi jankari ikatthi ki. Har shikar ka ek victim profile banaya unka past, unka profession, aur wo kin logon se jude the. Usne police ke andar ke sources se bhi baat karne ki koshish ki, magar har jagah sirf silence aur jhuti kahaniya hi sunne ko mili.
Kuch to tha jo dabaaya ja raha tha. Police kuch chhupa rahi thi. Aur Nishtha ke andar ka journalist ye jaanta tha ki jab bhi koi sach dabaya jata hai, to wo aur bhi tezi se ubharta hai.
Ek shaam ko Nishtha Dilli Police Headquarters ke bahar khadi thi, jab uski nazar ek aadmi par padhi Armaan par aur uske saath the Mr. Rao, aur dono jaldi jaldi me andar ja rahe the.
Armaan ko police ke sath dekh Nishtha ke dimaag me turant ye baat aa gayi ki "Agar koi is case ko suljha sakta hai, to wo sirf ye aadmi hai."
Aur usi pal, usne faisla le liya. Use Armaan Malhotra tak pahunchna hoga. Ye sirf ek kahani nahi thi, ek sachai thi jo samne aani chahiye thi. Aur agar koi "The Puzzle killer" ka raaz khol sakta tha, to wo bas Armaan hi tha.
Agle din, Nishtha ne Armaan ki private detective agency ka pata dhundh nikala. Agency ek purani, lekin shaan-shaukat se bhari building me thi jiske andar jaate hi use ek ajib si khamoshi mehsus hui, jaise ye jagah sirf duniya ki nazar se dur nahi, balki duniya se alag ho.
Reception par hi Nishtha ko rok diya gaya tha, magar jaise hi usne "The Puzzle killer" ka naam liya, ek assistant ne bina kisi deri ke usse sidha andar bhej diya.
Armaan ne use study room me bulaya. Ek lambi table ke us paar Armaan baitha tha, uske samne kuch files khuli thi. Uski aankhon me ek ajib si thandak thi, jaise wo har chiz par ek nazar daal raha ho, bina kisi reaction ke.
Nishtha ne use apna parichay diya, lekin jyada koi formalities nahi ki aur sidha mudde par aayi.
"Mujhe lagta hai ye hatyaaye random nahi hai Armaan. Ye ek plan hai."
Nishtha ne abtak ki apni research ke sabut Armaan ke saamne rakhe, victim profiles, hatyao ka pattern, aur kuch shak jo uske dimaag me ghum rahe the. Har file ek kahani keh rahi thi, har tasvir ek naye sawaal ko janm de rahi thi.
Armaan ne bina ek shabd kahe sab kuch dhyan se dekha. Uska chehra ab bhi utna hi shant tha, lekin aankho me ek alag si chamak aa gayi thi. Nishtha mehsus kar sakti thi ki uska shak ab Armaan ke dimaag me bhi jagah bana raha tha.
Armaan ne gaur se Nishtha ki baate suni. Uske saamne sirf ek journalist nahi, ek sujh-bujh wali ladki thi, jo sirf ek khabar ke piche nahi balki sachai ke piche bhaag rahi thi. Uska analysis sahi tha, har point par logic tha, aur sabse zaruri baat wo dar nahi rahi thi.
Armaan ne ek pal ke liye uski files par nazar daali, phir ek halka sa muskuraya.
"Tumhari research me dum hai Nishtha. Tum sahi disha me soch rahi ho. Shayad hume milkar kaam karna chahiye."
Nishtha ko ek pal ke liye yakin hi nahi hua. Armaan Malhotra jaise detective ke saath kaam karna ye uske career ka sabse bada moka tha. Magar ye sirf ek mauka nahi tha, ye sach tak pahunchne ka ek raasta bhi tha.
Usne bina kisi hichkichahat Armaan ki baat maan li aur sath me kaam karne ke liye razi ho gayi, "Main tayyar hun."
Armaan ne ek file band karte hue ek halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha,
"To phir, chalo patrakar... chalo dekhe ki kaatil ki agli chaal kya hai."
Aur bas, isi pal se jaanch aur gehri hone lagi. Armaan aur Nishtha ne milkar case ka daayra aur bada kar diya. Ab sirf hatyao ka tarika nahi, victims ki zindagi, unka past, aur unka kisi se koi taluq, sab kuch bariki se dekha ja raha tha.
Har ek naam, har ek chehra, har ek kahani jodhne ki koshish ho rahi thi. Jaise jaise investigation aage badh rahi thi, ek-ek file khuli aur har detail ko bariki se scrutinize kiya gaya. Pehle ye sab alag-alag hatyaaye lag rahi thi, magar ab tasvir saaf hone lagi thi. Ye killings random nahi thi, ek sochi-samjhi chaal thi.
Ramesh Kumar ki laash pehle mili thi jo ek mukhbir tha jo Delhi Police ke liye chhoti-moti jankari ikattha karta tha. Phir Suresh Verma jo ek retired police inspector tha jinka naam imaandari ke liye jaana jata tha, lekin kya wo waqai utne hi imandar the? Tisri laash Punam Gupta ki thi jo ek sarkari vakil thi aur sath hi sath ek high-profile police case ka hissa bhi. Aur chauthi laash Navin Sharma ki nikli jo ek forensic expert the, jinhone saalon tak police ki kayi cases me madad ki thi. Har ek shikar kisi na kisi tarah police system se juda hua tha.
Armaan ne kagazo ko palat kar Nishtha ki taraf dekha, jaise uske dimaag me kuch chal raha ho. "Nishtha, ye log ek random list ka hissa nahi hai... ye kisi khaas wajah se chune gaye hai."
Nishtha ne dhire se kaha, "Kisi wajah se? Ya kisi purane raaz ke karan?" Uski awaaz me ek ajib si gambhirta thi. Ye sirf ek serial killer ka kaam nahi lag raha tha, balki ek purane hisaab ka badla dikh raha tha. Ek ek naam jodne par samajh aane laga ki ye sirf hatya nahi thi, balki ek sandesh tha.
Armaan aur Nishtha ab puri tasvir ko samajhne lage the. Ye ek khaufnaak sachai thi, har shikar kisi na kisi tarah police system ka hissa tha, aur ye sirf ek sanjog nahi ho sakta tha. Koi tha jo sirf qatl nahi kar raha tha, balki ek purane zakham ko khol raha tha.
"Ye killings ek pattern follow kar rahi hai Nishtha," Armaan ne gahan soch me dube hue kaha. Uska chehra ab bhi utna hi shant tha, magar uski aankhon ki gehraiyo me ek alag si tez roshni dikh rahi thi, jaise kisi puzzle ka ek tukda uske dimaag me fit ho raha ho. "Koi police system ko chunauti de raha hai."
Nishtha ne apni files ki taraf dekha, har victim ka naam ek baar phir padha. Har ek shikar kisi na kisi tarah police ya kanuni system se juda tha. Par ye sab log hi kyun? Usne ek pal ke liye socha, phir dhire se boli, "Magar kyun? Police ko itna specific target kyu kiya ja raha hai?" Uski awaaz me ek ajib si uljhan thi, jaise kisi anjaane darr ne use jakkad liya ho.
Armaan ne bina waqt gawaye Mr. Rao ko ye naya mod bataya. Rao bhi ye sunkar ek pal ke liye samajh nahi paaye. Unka chehra sakht ho gaya, jaise unhe kisi buri baat ka andesha ho gaya ho. Ye sirf ek serial killer ka kaam nahi lag raha tha, ye kuch aur tha kuch purana, kuch gehra, jo police ki jaanch ke baad bhi ab tak samajh nahi aaya tha.
"Kya iska matlab ye hai ki katil police se badla lena chahta hai?" Rao ne dhimi, magar gehri awaaz me kaha. Unki aankhon me ek ajib sa tension tha. Police force ka ek aise katil ka samna pehli baar ho raha tha jo unke hi logo ko nishana bana raha tha.
Armaan ne ek pal ke liye socha, phir dhire se bola, "Mumkin hai Mr. Rao. Magar sawaal ye hai ki ye badla kiske khilaaf hai? Aur sabse zaruri baat, kyu?"
Uski awaaz me ek alag hi thandak thi. Ek pal ke liye pura kamra khamosh ho gaya.
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Nishtha ki research ab aur gehri hone lagi thi. Har shikar ka connection police system se tha, magar sirf ye wajah kaafi nahi thi. Katil sirf police walon ko hi kyun maar raha tha? Ye sirf ek officer ya ek department ki dushmani nahi lag rahi thi, ye kuch aur tha, koi purana zakham jo ab phir se hara ho raha tha.
Aur phir, ek raat jab Nishtha purani case files khangal rahi thi, ek chakrane wala sach samne aaya. Ek purana encounter... 15 saal pehle ka... ek aisa encounter jo aaj bhi police ki history me ek kaale dhabbe ki tarah likha gaya tha.
Ye ek vivadit police encounter tha, jisme kuch nirdosh log maar diye gaye the. Police ne isse ek badi kamyabi bata kar dikhaya tha, lekin asliyat kisi aur kahani ki taraf ishara kar rahi thi. Magar baad me wo case daba diya gaya tha jaise marne wale wo log kabhi the hi nahi. Jaise unki maut kisi ki diary ka ek adhura panna thi, jo likhne ke baad phaad diya gaya ho.
Aur ab Nishtha ne ek aur daraavna connection dhundh liya, marne wale chaaro log isi encounter se jude hue the. Ramesh Kumar, woh mukhbir jisne police ko tip di thi. Suresh Verma, woh officer jo encounter team ka hissa tha aur goli chalane walo me shaamil tha. Punam Gupta, woh sarkari wakil jisne legal cover diya tha aur case ko daba diya tha. Aur Navin Sharma, wo forensic expert jisne sabuto ko manipulate karne me madad ki thi.
Armaan aur Nishtha ek pal ke liye chup rahe. Kamre me ek ajib si khamoshi chha gayi thi, jaise koi anjaana sach unke bich bechaini se ghum raha ho. Ab tasvir bilkul saaf ho gayi thi, ye sab koi ramdon sirfire bande dwara ki gayi killings nahi thi, ye ek badla tha.
Armaan ne dhire se kaha, "Ye aam killings nahi hai Nishtha... Ye ek badla hai. 15 saal purane gunaho ka badla."
Nishtha ne gahan swar me kaha, "Magar ye badla le kaun raha hai? Aur sabse zaruri sawal ye paheliya kyun?" Uske dimaag me sawalon ka ek tufaan uth raha tha. Ye koi aam katil nahi tha. Har qatl ek sochi-samjhi chaal lag rahi thi, jaise koi kisi purani kahani ka adhura hisaab pura kar raha ho. Lekin sabse badi paheli ab bhi wahi thi ki ye khel kaun khel raha tha?
Jaise-jaise investigation aage badh rahi thi, waise-waise ye sirf ek case nahi, ek jaanleva khel banta ja raha tha. Aur phir, ek din Nishtha ki zindagi me ek khaufnaak mod aa gaya.
Us din, Nishtha apne office me kuch files dekh rahi thi, news story pe kaam kar rahi thi jab ek courier wala aaya. Ek anjaan parcel uske naam par bheja gaya tha jispar na koi sender ka naam tha aur na koi return address. Uske haathon me parcel aate hi ek ajib si bechaini uske andar daud gayi.
Usne dhire se parcel khola. Ek bhura karton ka dibba uske haathon me tha. Jaise hi usne uska dhakkan uthaya, uske chehre se rang udd gaya. Uski saansein ek pal ke liye atak gayi.
Andar ek kata hua insani haath tha.
Lahu se bhigoya hua, jaise maut ki ek gandi tasvir uske samne bich gayi ho. Khun ab bhi taza tha, jaise sirf kuch ghanton pehle ye haath kisi insaan ka hissa tha.
Uske saath ek chhota sa note bhi tha. Laal syahi se likha hua ek sandesh
"Agli laash tumhari hogi."
Nishtha ke haath kanpne lage. Ek pal ke liye laga jaise uske aaspaas ki duniya thamm gayi ho. Ye sirf ek dhamki nahi thi ye ek chetavani thi.
Katil use jaanta tha... aur sabse badi baat, wo uske bohot karib tha.
Uske haath ab bhi kanp rahe the, magar usne turant apna phone uthaya aur Armaan ka number dial kiya.
"Armaan… mujhe turant tumhari zarurat hai," Nishtha ki awaaz me ek ajib si ghabraahat thi. Ye pehli baar tha jab uski awaaz itni bechain lag rahi thi, jaise maut ki thandi parchaayi uske bilkul karib aa chuki ho.
Armaan ne bina ek pal gawaye sidha uske office ka rukh kiya. Nishtha ne jo kaha tha, usme sirf darr nahi, ek chhupa sandesh bhi tha ab baat sirf investigation ki nahi rahi, ye personal ho chuka tha.
Jaise hi Armaan ne Nishtha ke cabin me kadam rakha, uski nazar sabse pehle us khaufnaak parcel par padi. Room me ek ajib si thandak thi, jaise maut ab bhi wahan apni ek chhoti si nishani chhod gayi ho. Armaan ek pal ke liye chupchaap us kate hue haath ko dekhta raha, phir usne note uthakar padha.
"Agli laash tumhari hogi."
Armaan ka chehra sakt ho gaya. Ye sirf ek dhamki nahi thi, ye ek direct warning thi. Ek sidha sandesh ki Nishtha ab is khel ka sirf ek observer nahi, agli shikar thi.
"Ye case ab sirf ek journalistic investigation nahi raha Nishtha," Armaan ne dhire lekin mazbut lehze me kaha. "Ye tumhari apni jaan ka sawal ban chuka hai."
Usne bina ek second gawaye kate hue haath aur note ko police ke hawale kar diya. Forensic team turant apni jaanch me lag gayi, magar Armaan jaanta tha kuch bhi haath nahi lagne wala tha.
"Katil bohot chalaak hai Nishtha," Armaan ne ek thandi saans lete hue kaha. "Wo koi sabut nahi chhodta. Magar ek baat pakki hai, ab wo tumhe target kar raha hai."
Nishtha ne gehri saans li. Uske haath ab bhi thode kanp rahe the, par uski aankhon me ek alag si tez roshni thi. Wo dari zarur thi, magar haarne walon me se nahi thi.
"Main darrungi nahi, Armaan," usne dabe swar me kaha. "Mujhe sach jaanna hai. Aur main is katil ko benaqab karke rahungi."
Armaan ne uski aankhon me dekha, unme ek aisi aag thi jo sirf sach ke liye jalti thi. Nishtha ki aankhon me darr nahi tha, bas ek zid thi, ek junun tha aage badhne ka junun, sach janne ka junun
Armaan ne bina kisi deri ke 15 saal purane encounter ki files kholni shuru ki. Ye raaz kholna ab zaruri tha kyunki jis tarah se chizein samne aa rahi thi, ye sirf ek police encounter nahi, ek puri sazish lag rahi thi.
Usne media reports, police records, gawaho ke bayan… sab kuch ek baar phir bariki se padha. Har shabd, har statement par dhyaan diya, jaise kisi bikhre puzzle ko tartib se jod raha ho. Dhire-dhire, 15 saal purani guthhi khulne lagi thi.
Aur fir jo sach saamne aaya, woh dara dene wala tha. Ye encounter asli nahi, balki farzi tha. Jinko aatankvaadi bata kar goli se uda diya gaya tha, wo asal me garib aur besahara log the. Unhe ek sazish ke tehat fasaya gaya tha. Police ne bina kisi wajah ke unhe gunahgaar sabit kiya, unka katal kar diya, aur isse ek badi jit bata kar dikhaya.
Lekin asli kahani kuch aur thi. Mitti ke niche daba diya gaya ye sach ab samne aa raha tha. Is encounter me sirf police nahi, police ke uchh adhikari aur kuch rajneta bhi mile hue the. Ye ek purani chaal thi, ek safai abhiyan jisme sirf kamzor logon ki bali chadhai gayi thi.
Sajish ki gayi thi ki ye sach kabhi duniya ke samne na aaye. Innocent logo ki hatya ka koi hisaab na ho, koi sawal na uthe, aur jo mar gaye, unhe hamesha ke liye dushman bata diya jaye.
Magar ab, 15 saal baad, kisi ne woh zakham phir se hara kar diya tha. Aur uska ek hi maqsad tha….
Insaaf!
Armaan ke saamne saari tasvir dhire-dhire saaf hoti ja rahi thi. Har bikhri hui baat ek naya rang le rahi thi, jaise ek adhura paheli ka tukda ab apni jagah par fit ho raha ho. Katil koi aur nahi, unhi nirdosh logon me se kisi ka karibi tha, koi jo 15 saal se insaaf ka intezaar kar raha tha. Koi jo shayad din me ek aam insaan ki tarah jita tha, magar raat me dilli ka sabse khaufnaak saaya ban jata tha.
15 saal... ek lambi umar thi kisi zakham ko bharne ke liye. Magar jab insaaf nahi mila, jab kanun ne muh fer liya, jab police ne sach ko daba diya, to usne apne tarike se insaaf karna shuru kar diya , wo ek-ek karke, us encounter aur uske cover-up me shamil logon ko nishana bana raha tha
Armaan ne ek gehri saans li, phir gahan swar me bola, "Samajh gaya Nishtha." Uska lehza ab pehle se bhi zyada thanda aur pakka lag raha tha, jaise kisi aise sach ka samna ho gaya ho jise palatna namumkin ho. "Katil kaun hai, ye ab mujhe pata chal gaya hai. Wo sirf apne tarike se insaaf kar raha hai... lekin is raat ka andhera ab aur gehra hota ja raha hai."
Magar ek sawal jo ab bhi uske dimaag me baar-baar ghum raha tha… Nishtha ka iss sab me kya lena-dena?
Woh to sirf ek patrakar thi, jo sach ki talash me thi Uska 15 saal purane encounter se koi nata nahi tha Na hi wo un logon me se thi jo us waqt kisi bhi tarah police system ka hissa the
To phir katil use kyun maarna chahta tha?
Kya Nishtha bhi us purane zakham ka koi anjaana hissa thi? Ya fir koi aisa sach tha jo abhi tak Armaan bhi nahi dekh pa raha tha?
Armaan ne ek pal ke liye socha, phir Nishtha ki taraf gehri nazar se dekha. Uski aankhon me ek ajib si paheli thi, jaise koi badi baat uske dimaag me ghum rahi ho. Usne dhire se kaha, "Ek sawal hai, Nishtha... Tum is case me itni interested kyun ho?"
Nishtha thoda chok gayi. Usne apni jagah se thoda aage jhuk kar kaha, "Kya matlab? Main ek journalist hun, yahi mera kaam hai!" Uska lehza saaf tha, magar uske dimaag me kahi ek bechaini bhi thi.
Armaan ne apni baat ko aur gehra karte hue kaha, "Magar sirf ek journalist hone ke naate koi katil tumhara murder kyun karega?" Uska lehza thoda aur tez ho gaya, jaise ab baat sirf ek theory nahi, ek bada sawaal ban chuki ho "Ye sirf ek case nahi hai Nishtha. Kya tumne kabhi socha hai ki tum itni aggressively is case ke piche kyun lagi ho?"
Ek pal ke liye kamre me ek ajib si khamoshi chhagai. Nishtha chup rahi Uske dimaag me ek ajib si khalbali machne lagi Armaan jo keh raha tha, usme kahin na kahi sachai thi
Kya ye case sirf ek journalistic assignment tha? Ya fir iske piche kuch aur tha? Kya Nishtha sirf sachai dhund rahi thi, ya fir uska apna koi personal connection bhi tha is purani kahani se?
Armaan ne apne intuition par vishwas karte hue kaha, "Katil sirf badla le raha hai. Wo randomly kisi ko nahi maar raha. Har murder ek pattern ka hissa tha to phir Nishtha bhi is pattern ka hissa kyu ban gayi?"
Uske shabdon me ek ajib si gambhirta thi Jaise kisi aur bade raaz ka parda uthne wala ho Jaise Nishtha ke past me koi aisa sach chhupa ho, jo ab tak use bhi nahi pata tha
Armaan ko ab pura samajh aa chuka tha Nishtha isliye nishane par thi kyunki wo sach ke sabse karib pahunch chuki thi Uske har kadam, har sawal, har khoj ek naya raaz khol rahi thi jo shayad kaatil chhupana chahta tha, Nishtha use samajhne lagi thi Aur ye baat katil bardasht nahi kar sakta tha
Armaan ne uski taraf dekha, uska lehza ab bhi thanda tha, lekin aankhon me ek chhupi chetavani bhi thi "Wo tumhe chup karana chahta hai Nishtha," usne dhire lekin saaf lehze me kaha "Tum uske raaste ki sabse badi rukawat ban chuki ho"
Magar ab der ho chuki thi
Aaj hafte ka wahi din tha, jab katil apni agli laash chhodne wala tha Har baar ki tarah police ko ek nayi laash milti, ek nayi paheli Magar iss baar, shikar Nishtha thi
Us shaam jaise hi Nishtha ne apne apartment ka darwaza khola, uski nazar ek safed lifaafe par padi koi bhejne wala nahi, koi naam nahi ek anjaan sandesh jo hawa me ek ajnabi thandak chhod raha tha
Usne sambhal kar lifaafa uthaya, us lifafe me ek parchi thi jise Nishtha ne nikaal kar khola
Ek pili parchhi… jis par laal syahi se likha tha
Ye aakhri paheli thi
Aur iss baar, iska jawab Nishtha ki jaan bacha sakta tha
Paheli thi:
"Na chhupu, na dabu, na jhooth banu,
Har dil mein hu, par pakad mein na aau.
Mitti mein milu, to sona ban jau,
Main hi dharma hoon, main hi imaan hu."
Nishtha ka chehra safed pad gaya tha, jaise uske andar ka saara khun ek pal me jam gaya ho. Ye paheli sirf ek khel nahi thi, ye zindagi aur maut ka sawaal thi uski zindagi., uski jindagi is paheli ke jawab pe tiki thi, usne turant Armaan ko phone lagaya aur Arman bhi jaldi hi waha aa gaya tha
Armaan ne uske haathon se kagaz le kar dekha. Ek gehra sanata tha kamre me, aur us kagaz par likhi har line uss khamoshi ko aur bhi bhaari bana rahi thi.
"Hume turant isse suljhane ki zarurat hai," Armaan ki awaaz me ek alag si tezi thi. Uska lehza ab tez aur saaf tha, jaise waqt unke haathon se nikal raha ho. "Samay bohot kam hai Nishtha. Katil apni chaal chal chuka hai."
Ab ye sirf ek case nahi tha, ye ek Zindagi aur maut ka sawaal tha.
Paheli uljhi hui thi, magar Armaan aur Nishtha haar manne walon me se nahi the. Dono har shabd par gaur kar rahe the, har ek line ko baariki se samajhne ki koshish kar rahe the. Har shabd ek raaz tha, jo abhi tak tuta nahi tha.
Waqt kam tha, aur Nishtha ki jaan daav par lagi thi.
Aur phir, ekdum achanak, jaise koi bijli si chamki ho, Nishtha zor se chilla uthi
"Mujhe mil gaya! Mujhe jawab mil gaya!"
Armaan ne turant uski taraf dekha, uske chehre par ek alag si bechaini thi. "Kya hai jawab?" usne tez awaz me pucha.
Nishtha ki aankhe ek ajib si chamak se bhari thi jaise uske andar ek naya junun jaag gaya ho Usne ek gehri saans li aur kaha,
"Jawab hai 'Sach'! Paheli ka jawab 'Sach' hai!"
Armaan thoda ruka, jaise kuch samajhne ki koshish kar raha ho "Sach? Magar iska matlab kya hai?" Uske dimaag me hazaar sawal ghumne lage
Nishtha ne gehri saans lete hue kaha, "Katil sirf badla nahi lena chahta Armaan. Wo chahta hai ki 15 saal purane encounter ka sach duniya ke saamne aaye"
Usne kagaz mazbuti se pakadte hue kaha, "Agar hum sach ko sabke samne laa sake, to shayad wo mujhe nahi maarega"
Armaan ne uski baat dhyan se suni, Ye koi sirf ek andaza nahi tha, ye ek theory thi jo perfect fit ho rahi thi Har murder, har paheli, har qadam ek hi chiz ki taraf ishara kar raha tha… Sach
Magar ab sawaal ye tha ki kya sach dikhane se koi farq padne wala tha? Ya fir katil sirf ek aur khel khel raha tha?
Waqt kam tha
Armaan aur Nishtha jaante the ki agar sach ko foran saamne nahi laya gaya, to katil apni agli chaal chal dega Aur is baar, nishana Nishtha thi
Bina kisi deri ke dono 'Dilli Darpan' ke office pahunch gaye Nishtha ka boss ek samajhdar lekin thoda darpok aadmi tha Uska tarika hamesha safe khelne ka tha jo sach zyada tez jale, use bujha do Jaise hi Nishtha ne unse baat karni shuru ki, unka pehla reaction tha, "Tum pagal ho? Ye case bohot dangerous hai!"
Ye sun Armaan ne ek kadam aage badhkar kaha, "Sirf dangerous nahi, Nishtha ki jaan ka sawaal hai aur agar ye sach abhi publish nahi kiya gaya, to shayad kal subah tak bahut der ho chuki hogi"
Boss ne ek pal socha Unke chehre par ek ajib si uljhan thi sach publish kare ya khud ko bachaaye?
Magar Nishtha ab rukne wali nahi thi, Usne apni baat puri taqat se rakhi, "Sir, ye sirf ek story nahi hai Ye sach hai, aur agar humne ise dabaya, to hum bhi usi system ka hissa ban jayenge jo is encounter ko chupane ki koshish kar raha hai"
Ek lambe samay tak office me khamoshi chhayi rahi aisa lag raha tha jaise hawa bhi ek faisla lene ka intezaar kar rahi ho Phir, boss ne ek gehri saans li aur haa me sir hila diya
"Thik hai, Nishtha Ye story tumhari hai Jitni jaldi ho sake, ise likho"
Nishtha ne bina waqt gawaye article likhna shuru kiya Armaan ne usse 15 saal purane encounter ke sabut, reports aur details diye Nishtha ke har lafz me ek jazba tha, ek sachai thi jo duniya tak pahunchni chahiye thi Har word ek naya sach bayan kar raha tha, ek aisi kahani jo ab tak dabaayi gayi thi
Aur phir story live ho gayi
"Publish ho gaya," Nishtha ne dhimi awaaz me kaha, jaise ek bada bojh utar gaya ho Usne apni kursi ki pusht se sir lagaya aur ek gehri saans li
Magar sawal ye tha ki kya isse kuch badalne wala tha? Ya katil ki chaal ab bhi jaari thi?
Sach samne aa chuka tha
Nishtha ka article viral ho gaya tha aur Social media par tufan mach gaya Hashtags trend karne lage the, news channels debate karne lage the , aur har jagah ek hi sawaal ghum raha tha 15 saal tak jo sach dabaya gaya tha, wo ab kyun saamne aaya?
"Ye encounter farzi tha!"
"Kya police ek sazish ka hissa thi?"
"Kya iske zimmedaro ko saza milegi?"
Ek raat me sarkar aur police par zabardast dabaav badh gaya tha aur jo case ek file ka sirf ek page ban chuka tha, wo ab headlines me tha jispe saalon tak kisi ne sawaal nahi uthaye the, ab har jagah usi ki baat ho rahi thi
Aur phir usi raat, Nishtha ke phone ki ghanti baji
Ek gumnaam number tha Nishtha ne ek pal ruk kar phone uthaya to dusri taraf ek bhaari, gehri awaaz aayi, ek aisi awaaz jo jaani-pehchani bhi lag rahi thi, aur ajib bhi
"Tumne sahi kiya,Nishtha Tumne sach ko ujagar kar diya Ab tumhe darne ki zarurat nahi hai"
Aur phir, phone cut ho gaya jiske baad Nishtha ne Armaan ki taraf dekha Armaan ne bhi uski aankho me dekha Kya ye wahi katil tha? Kya usne maan liya ki uska kaam pura ho gaya hai?
Kya Nishtha ab surakshit thi?
Ya ye sirf ek aur khel tha?
Agle din, Dilli ek aur murder ki khabar se hila di gayi
Magar is baar, shikar koi police officer nahi tha
Ye ek politician ki laash thi wahi politician jo 15 saal pehle encounter ke cover-up me shamil tha magar is baar koi paheli nahi thi
Bas ek chhota sa note pada tha
"Insaaf mukammal hua"
Sach ab dab nahi sakta tha, Police ne politician ki hatya ki jaanch aarambh ki, lekin iss baar unke tarike badal chuke the, Pehli baar, police sirf ek formal investigation nahi, asli sach dhundhne me lagi thi jiski mukhya wajah thi media aur public ka dabaav, jo itna zyada tha ki ab sacchai ko chhupana sambhav nahi tha
15 saal purana daba hua case dobara khula Ek-ek file, ek-ek gawah, har ek detail ko dobara dekha gaya Aur phir, jo sach samne aaya, usne puri Dilli ko jhanjhod diya
Sach ki jit hui, magar bohot der se
Jaanch me spasht ho gaya ki ye encounter nakli tha Jin logon ko aatankwadi bata kar maara gaya tha, wo nirdosh the aur ye sirf ek sazish thi, ek sochi-samjhi chaal jo kuch police officers aur raajnaitik shaktiyon ke bich rachi gayi thi
Aur jab ye sabit ho gaya, to zimmedaro par kanun ka shikanja kas gaya
Woh police officers jo is encounter ka hissa the, giraftar ho gaye… Woh neta jo iske parde ke piche the, unhe bhi jail bhej diya gaya… Jo sach 15 saal tak daba raha, aaj woh duniya ke saamne tha
Insaaf milamagar bohot der se
Aur Katil ka kya hua? Koi nahi jaanta…
Armaan aur Nishtha ne ek khaufnaak khel khatam kar diya tha Ek aise hatyare ko rok to diya tha, jo sirf maut nahi, uske sath ek sandesh chhod raha tha
Lekin ek bada sawaal ab bhi baaki tha
Kya katil pakda gaya? Kya wo kabhi samne aayega? Ya fir wo hamesha ek rahasya hi bana rahega?
Armaan ne ek pal ke liye Nishtha ki taraf dekha.. uske chehre par jit ki shanti thi, magar kahi na kahi, ek sawal bhi chhupa tha
Ek aisa sawal, jiska jawab shayad kabhi na mile
Armaan jaanta tha kissa khatam ho gaya hai, magar kahani nahi Ye ek aisi dastaan thi jo sirf abhi ke liye tham gayi thi, magar hamesha ke liye nahi
Katil pakda nahi gaya tha aur shayad, kabhi pakda bhi nahi jayega Wo ek aisa daanav tha jo dikhta nahi tha, magar jiska saya hamesha Dilli ki diwaron par chhaya rahega
Ek naam ke bina, ek shakal ke bina... sirf ek saaya jo kabhi pura dikhai nahi diya
Kya jo hua wo insaaf tha? Ya sirf ek aur khaufnaak badla? Kya wo katil ek nirdai hatyara tha? Ya ek nirash aatma jo sirf insaaf chah rahi thi?
Ye sawaal hamesha barkarar rahega, magar uska jawab shayad kisi ke paas nahi hoga
Nishtha ne apni story likhi di thi, ‘Dilli Darpan’ ka front page sirf uske naam aur uske sach se bhara tha Shahar hilla diya gaya… Raaton raat Nishtha ek star patrakar ban gayi
Magar uske dil me ek khali jagah ab bhi thi… Ye jit adhuri thi
Katil ab bhi azad tha
Aur insaaf ab bhi adhura tha.. jo us katil ne kiya tha use bhale log ek tarah ka Insaf samjhe lekin tha to wo bhi apradh hi…
Dilli phir apni kahaniyo me kho gayi thi… Raaten ab phir pehle ki tarah hone lagi thi shahar ki hawao me ab phir se saanse chalne lagi thi
Magar hawa me ab bhi ek patli si daraavni lakir baaki thi
Kyunki kaatil bhale chala gaya tha… Par uski yaade Dilli ke dil me sada ke liye bas chuki thi….
Samapt.
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