Incest Fitoor : Ishq, Siyasat Aur Asraar

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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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"Kare Baat Purani Lage Dil Ko Rumani
Chehre Pe Chamak Tera Noor Ruhani
Jannat Ki Hoor, Lage Tann Sunehri
Parwat Si Door, Sindhu Si Gehri
Kambaqt Fitoor, Teri Qaid Main Qaidi
Mann Bhar Bhi Lu, Dhakke Saare Chhor
Par Haath Na Aati Himmat Ki Dor
Mann Kar Bhi Lu , Sab Teri Or
Par Haath Na Aati Qismat Ki Dor"

Fitoor : Ishq, Siyasat aur Asraar
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Updates

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INTRODUCTION​

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1. वक्त की पहली | The Riddle Of Time​

2. काल की छांव | Shadow Of Faith​

3. अंधेरे का सौदागर | Phantom Of The Night​

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4. रेत का महल | Castle Of Sand​

5. शेर की मांद | The Lion's Den​

6. खौफ और सुकून | The Calm And The Terror​

7. नई सुबह पुराना ज़ख्म | New Dawn, Old Wound​

8. आग, एक फितूर की | The Flame Of Obsession​

9. दूरी का अज़ाब | The Torment Of Separation​

10. गुनाह या इबादत | Sin Or Devotion​

11. सायों का रास्ता | The Ghost Route​

12. रगों का ज़हर | Poision In The Veins​

 

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Fitoor : Ishq, Siyasat Aur Asraar


Kuch raaz waqt ke sath mitti mein dafan ho jate hain, aur kuch raaz waqt ka seena cheer kar wapas bahar aate hain.


Welcome to a dark, generational saga jo 1990s ki khoon se sani sadko se lekar 2024 ke digital archives tak ka safar tay karti hai.


Mumbai, 1990s: Khoon, Siyasat Aur Taboo Ka Daur


Is kahani ke center mein hain Siraaj aur Naziya. do bhai-behen, jinki zindagi 90s ke us be raham underworld ke ird-gird ghoomti hai jahan bandookon, afeem aur gandi siyasat ka raaj tha. Par bahar ke is khoon kharabe se alag, unki haveli ki band deewaron ke piche ek dusri hi aag jal rahi thi. Ye kahani hai in bhai behen ke us rishte ki, jo hifazat aur fikar ki saari haddon ko paar karke ek dark, obsessive, aur incest romance mein badal jata hai. Unka ishq duniya ke har asool aur samaj ke khilaf hai, ek aisa 'Fitoor' jo roh ko jala deta hai, jiska anjaam sivaaye bhayankar tabahi ke aur kuch nahi ho sakta.


Pune, 2024: Guzre Waqt Ki Goonj

decades later, us forbidden empire ki raakh tak mita di gayi hai. Par tabhi kahani mein entry hoti hai Farhan ki. Farhan ek 24 saal ka freelance journalist hai, jiske hath 90s ke us dabaye gaye aur bhulaye gaye 'Fitoor Case' ki aadhi adhuri aur censored files lag jati hain. Ek ajeeb sa junoon aur kashish Farhan ko us andhere ki taraf kheenchti hai jise police, sarkar, aur bacha kucha underworld humesha ke liye zinda gaad dena chahte the.


Aakhir aaj ke daur ka ek masoom sa ladka us 25 saal purani dark mafia tragedy ke piche kyu pagal hai? Us raakh ke piche aisi kaunsi sachai chupi hai jo usey apni taraf bula rahi hai?


Taiyar ho jaiye ek aise psychological mafia thriller ke liye jahan jurm behadd khaufnaak hain, kanoon bika hua hai, aur ishq... ek rooh kaanpa dene wala gunah hai. Ye safar hai fitoor aur un raazon ka, jinhe dafan hi rehna chahiye tha.

 

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Toh bhai log, kaafi arse baad wapas aaya hoon — ek nayi kahani ke saath. Is par kaafi waqt se kaam chal raha tha, aur ab finally aap sab ke saamne hai.



Is baar bade-bade waade nahi karunga jaise roz update dene ka… lekin itna pakka hai ki har week kam se kam 2 updates milenge. Aur koshish rahegi ki usse bhi zyada aap tak pahucha paun.



Umeed hai is safar mein aap saath rahoge.

 

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Update 1 Will be posted afternoon 12pm

 

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Toh bhai log, kaafi arse baad wapas aaya hoon — ek nayi kahani ke saath. Is par kaafi waqt se kaam chal raha tha, aur ab finally aap sab ke saamne hai.



Is baar bade-bade waade nahi karunga jaise roz update dene ka… lekin itna pakka hai ki har week kam se kam 2 updates milenge. Aur koshish rahegi ki usse bhi zyada aap tak pahucha paun.



Umeed hai is safar mein aap saath rahoge.

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Fitoor : Ishq, Siyasat Aur Asraar​

Chapter 1 : Waqt Ki Paheli | Riddle Of Time​

September, 2024 | Pune City

Pune sheher mein kadkadati barishon ka mausam apne aakhri padaav par tha. Bahaar hawayen sard thi, lekin apartment ke andar ka mahol thoda alag tha. 24 saal ke freelance journalist, Farhan ki nazren apne MacBook ki screen par buri tarah se gadi hui thi. Screen ki neeli roshni uske chehre par pad rahi thi aur uski ungliyan keyboard par tezi se chal rahi thi. Samne dining table par Farhan ki ammi khana laga rahi thi, jisme uske abbu unka haath bata rahe the. Khane ki mehak pure kamre mein pheli thi, par Farhan kisi aur hi duniya mein tha.

Sari plates lagne ke baad uski ammi ne awaz lagayi, "Farhan beta... Chalo khana kha lo, thanda ho jayega." Farhan ki taraf se koi halchal nahi hui. Wo internet ke kisi gehre archive mein khoya hua tha.
"Farhan, bas ho gaya tumhara kaam! Khana kha lo ab," uske abbu ki sakht aur bhari awaz ne aakhirkar uska concentration tod diya.
"Ji... ji Abbu, aaya," Farhan ne chonk kar screen band ki aur table ki taraf badh gaya.

Lekin khana khate waqt bhi uske dimaag ke pahiye ghum rahe the. Wo niwala chaba toh raha tha, par uski nazren table ke ek kone par thami thi. Ye dekh kar uske abbu ne thandi saans lete hue pucha, "Kahan khoye ho? Fir kisi ajeeb story ki khoj mein lag gaye ho kya?"
Farhan ne paani ka ghoont piya aur hesitation ke sath bola, "Ji... nahi ajeeb nahi Abbu... The story is quite strange. 90s mein is case ko itni hawa mili thi, national news ban gayi thi, lekin fir ek waqt ke baad aise mita di gayi jaise kabhi exist hi nahi karti thi. Aapne shayad suna hoga... Log us case ko 'Fitoor Case' ke naam se jante the."
'Fitoor Case' ka naam sunte hi, khane ki table par ek ajeeb sa sannata cha gaya. Uske maa-baap ke haath ruk gaye. Unke chehre par ek ajeeb si ghabrahat aur na-pasandidi saaf jhalak rahi thi.
"Beta wo case... That's utterly against our morals. Just leave that," Farhan ke abbu ne bina sir uthaye, apni aawaz mein ek aisi sakhti laate hue kaha jo aam taur par wo nahi karte the.
"Lekin Abbu, kuch toh baat hogi hi na! Matlab... us ek case ne us daur mein pure desh mein Emergency jaisi naubat laa di thi. Sarkar hil gayi thi toh..."
Uski baat puri hone se pehle hi ammi ne use be-rukhi se kaat diya, "Beta... Kaha na leave that. Wo koi achi baatein nahi hain padhne ya likhne ke liye. So just leave it."
Apne parents ka itna defensive aur ghabraya hua reaction dekh kar Farhan samajh gaya ki is waqt behes karna theek nahi hoga. "Okay Ammi," usne dheere se kaha, par uske andar ki aag aur bhadak chuki thi.

Kuch der baad, Farhan apne kamre mein akele tha. Kamre ki lights off thi, bas laptop ki roshni thi. Wo digitized old newspaper clippings aur dark web forums par search kar raha tha. Tabhi darwaza khula.
"Oye... kya chal raha hai andhere mein?" Zoya, uski badi behen, andar aate hue boli.
"Kuch nahi Aapi... bas thoda deep research kar raha hu," usne screen se nazar hataye bina jawab diya.
"Need any help?" Zoya uske bistar par baithte hue boli.
"Nahi... Kuch zyada hi uncomfortable aur dark case hai... So..."
Zoya ko curiosity hui. Wo laptop ke nazdeek aayi, "Acha? Aisa kya hai batao toh sahi. Serial killer?"
"It's... Umm... It was an incestuous relationship... They were siblings. Aur is pagalpan ke chakkar mein... in dono ne 90s mein pure Mumbai ko jalne ke liye chhod diya tha."
Zoya ka chehra ghin se bhar gaya. "Ewwwww... Hell no! Kuch bhi sick stories utha lete ho yaar tum toh aajkal." Zoya wahan se uth kar bahar chali gayi, darwaza thoda zor se band karte hue.
Farhan ne dhyan nahi diya. Uski screen par aakhirkar ek purani, faded PDF file open hui—First Court Hearing Details: December 1999.

December, 1999 | Mumbai

Is waqt sampurn desh mein aisi dehshat thi jaise puri ki puri Army aur Police kisi anjaane dushman se lad rahi ho. Sarkon par khaki wardi aur bandookon ka pehra tha. Ek aam nagrik ke liye yeh daur Emergency ka woh kaala adhyay tha jo apne aapko dohra raha tha.
Lekin in sab ke beech, ek behadd gambhir aur zaruri case ki peshi aaj Bombay High Court mein honi thi.

Naziya... 23 saal ki woh ladki, jiske khubsurat lekin patthar jaise sapat chehre par keval anischityata (uncertainty) thi.

"Pata hai... mujhe thand kuch khas raas nahi aati thi. Us din bhi sard hawayen Mumbai ki aab-o-hawa ke hisaab se kuch zyada hi chubhne wali thi. Aur is sard mausam mein, mere hathon mein lohe ki wo thandi hatkadiyan thi. Unki khanak har kadam ke sath mujhe mere liye gaye faislon par sawal uthane par majbur kar rahi thi... Lekin, ab piche mudne ke liye bahot der ho chuki thi."

December 1999 | Bombay High Court

Ek purani, bhari bharqam Police Van court ke piche wale raaste se aakar ruki. Andar Naziya do female constables ke beech baithi thi. Uski aankhon mein khauf nahi tha, bas ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi.

"Van ke purane, cheekhte hue brakes ne mujhe achanak meri andar ki duniya se bahar kheench liya. Main un band, kaale shishon wale darwazon ke andar se saaf sun sakti thi... un hazaron logon ki bheed ka shor, aur un saare ilzamat ki goonj jo mujh par lage the."

Jaise hi Van ka bhari darwaza khula, flashbulbs ki chaundhiya dene wali roshni aur camera ke clicks ki awaaz ne mahol bhar diya. Hazaron patrakar, bade bade mike aur tape-recorders liye uspe toot padne ko taiyar the.
"Naziya! Naziya... Is hatya ke piche..."
"Naziya... kya is saazish mein aapke sath koi aur shamil the?"
"Naziya ji, kuch boliye!"
Police wale badi mushkil se lathiyon ke zor par bheed ko piche dhakel rahe the. Naziya, bina kisi sawal ka jawab diye, bina palke jhapkaye, ek zinda laash ki tarah aage badh rahi thi.

Courtroom andar se khacha-khach bhara tha. Lakdi ke purane benches par baithe log aapas mein fusfusa rahe the, par judge ke aate hi ek bhari sannata chha gaya.
Judge ne case ki karwayi shuru karne ki anumati di. Prosecution lawyer, Vijay Rao, apne coat ke button theek karte hue ek shaatir muskurahat ke sath khade hue.
Vijay Rao: "Your Honour... Aaj hum is adalat ko dikhana chahte hain ki Miss Naziya ne kitni bariki se, kitne shatir dimaag se is jurm ko anjaam diya hai. Inki rachi hui saazish mein aisi bariki hai ki agar is bariki se koi tasveer banayi jaye... toh woh dhokhadhadi aur chalaki ki aaj tak ki sabse behtareen misaal hogi."
Vijay ke is vyang par courtroom mein baithe kuch patrakar dabi hui aawaz mein hasne lage. Lekin tabhi Naziya ki defence lawyer, Priyanka Kumari, tezi se apni jagah se uthi.
Priyanka: "Your Honour... Jab tak Vijay ji yahan apne kalakari wale andaz mein tasveeren banane mein vyast hain, main is adalat ko yaad dila doon ki kai baar ek tasveer sirf ek chhalawa hoti hai. Aur jitna main Vijay ji ko janti hu, wo is kaam mein mahir hain—tasveer ko badal kar pesh karne mein, sachai ko nahi."

"Jab meri wakil ne aawaz uthayi, toh unke teekhe lafzon mein mujhe ek choti si ummid nazar aayi. Ilzamat ke is gehre samandar mein, unki aawaz kisi doobte ko tinke ke sahare jaisi thi. Lekin... main janti thi. Sachai in saare kanooni daav-pech se kahin zyada jatil thi. Ek aisi sachai jise maine khud apne hathon se samandar ki sabse andheri gehraiyon mein dafn kar diya tha. Aur ab chah kar bhi, main us laash ko bahar nahi nikal sakti thi."

Ghanton tak behas chalti rahi. Daleel, saboot, arop, virodh—har ek shabd Naziya ke zameer ko noch raha tha.
"Meri nazar ek pal ke liye Judge saab par gayi. Mujhe unke chehre par insaaf ki umeed talashni thi, lekin wahan sirf kanoon ki sard aur anischityata ka kohra tha."

Aakhirkar, judge ne session ko agli tarikh tak ke liye rok diya. Naziya ko fir se police custody mein bhej diya gaya.
Raat ke kareeb 1:00 baj chuke the. Police officers Naziya ko headquarters ke basement mein bane ek seelan bhare interrogation room ki taraf le ja rahe the. Tube light flicker kar rahi thi aur hawalaat ki ajeeb si badboo wahan basi thi.

"Jab woh log mujhe un andheri seedhiyon se niche le ja rahe the, toh aas-paas ke cell se mujhe siskariyan aur cheekhein sunai de rahi thi. Ye wo log the jo darde ki charamsima par pahunch chukey the. Aur ab, meri baari thi."

Naziya ko ek lohe ki kursi par baitha diya gaya. Kamre ke beech mein ek ghasiti hui lakdi ki table thi. Kuch der baad, darwaza kharkaraya aur ek hatta-katta, thakan se bhara aadmi andar aaya, Inspector Dixit. Uske haath mein ek moti, khaaki rang ki file thi.
Usne poori taqat se wo file table par patki. 'THWACK!' Awaaz chote se kamre mein bomb ki tarah goonji. Table par jami dhool ud kar Naziya ke chehre par aayi, jisse use khaasi aa gayi.
Dixit: "Maaf karna... Ye kamra kai dino se khali tha. Tum jaisa koi VIP mujrim aaya nahi na. Khair, isi bahane safayi bhi ho jayegi."
Dixit ke irade aur uski mind games Naziya saaf samajh rahi thi. Lekin wo andar se patthar ho chuki thi.
Naziya (halki aawaz mein): "Kahiye... Jurm toh qubool kar liya hai maine apne bayan mein. Ab aur kya chahiye aapko?"
Dixit (kamar pe haath rakhte hue): "Nahi, nahi, nahi... Tum jaise shaatiro ko behadd ache se janta hu main. Ho sakta hai, bhavnaon mein beh kar, kisi ko bachane ke liye tumne ye sab apne sir le liya ho? Khair, mujhe zara ek aur baar us khooni raat ka kissa sunao."
Dixit ne kursi kheenchi, uspe ulta baitha aur apni pocket se matchbox nikal kar ek Charminar cigarette jalayi. Dhuaan hawa mein tairne laga.
Naziya: "Mere paas ab batane ke liye, aur bayan badalne ke liye kuch nahi raha."
Dixit muskuraya. Usne dhuaan choda aur file khol kar ek purani si Polaroid tasveer Naziya ke theek samne rakh di. Wo tasveer dekhte hi, Naziya ki aankhon ki putliyan sikud gayi. Uski bejaan khamoshi mein pehli baar ek dar ki darar dikhi. Dixit ye padh raha tha.
Dixit: "Kya hai na... Tumne apna jurm qubool karke, ek galati kar di. Hadse ko itni barikayi aur itni safayi se bayan kiya ki... ki humein sach much khoj karne ka mauka hi nahi mila. Aur aise khali waqt mein, jab maine tumhari rachi hui 'kahani' ko fursat se dohraaya... toh mujhe usme kuch khamiya nazar aaye."
Naziya (nazar churate hue): "Aap meri jagah hote toh kya karte?"
Dixit kursi se utha, table ke upar jhuka aur apna chehra Naziya ke bilkul kareeb laakar, uske chehre par dhuaan chhodte hue phusphusaya:
Dixit: "Shayad wahi... jo tumne kiya. Asal sachai ko jinda dafna deta."
Dixit ke in alfazon ne Naziya ki rooh kaanp di. Jaise Dixit asal sachai ke behadd kareeb pahunch chuka tha.
Iske baad, agle kai ghanton tak Dixit ne use mansik torture kiya. Sone nahi diya. Phir aakhir mein, use basement ke us corridor mein zameen par baitha diya jahan se 'Remand Room' ka darwaza samne tha. Wahan raat bhar alag alag kaidiyon ko lakar berehmi se peeta gaya. Unki haddiyan tootne ki aawazein aur dardnaak cheekhein Naziya ke kaano mein pighle hue lohe ki tarah daali ja rahi thi, taaki wo toot jaye.

"Lekin wo nahi jante the. Aisi cheekhein aur aisa khoon maine pehle bhi dekha tha. Aur Kuch waqt se... main is shor, is dard aur is dehshat ke beech bhi, apne andar ki khamoshi ko dhundna seekh chuki thi. Khamoshi... (Muskurate hue) Pata hai, jab bhi ye lafz mere zehen mein aata hai, toh in hatkadiyon mein bhi mere chehre par muskurahat aa jati hai. Kyuki meri band aankhon ke samne sirf ek hi insaan ki tasveer aati hai. Siraaj... Mera bhai, meri duniya, aur mera fitoor."

(A few years ago)

Gadi ke tyres ne gravel par zor se break mari. Naziya abhi abhi Siraaj ke do sabse bharosemand, hathiyarbund aadmiyon ke sath tution se lauti thi. Wo dabe paon ghar mein dakhil hui hi thi ki drawing room se ek aisi aawaz goonji jisne uske kadam wahin jama diye.
"NAZIYA!"
Aawaz mein itna aakrosh aur rob tha ki ghar ke naukar tak seham kar kitchen mein chip gaye. Naziya ne apni aankhein zor se bheench li. Ek lambi saans li aur peeche mudi.
Naziya: "Ji... Ji bhaiya?"
Samne Siraaj khada tha. 25 saal ka, chehre par ek ajeeb sa gussa, aur aankhon mein wo aag jisse pure seher ka underworld kaanpta tha. Usne ek haath se apna pager sofa par phenka.
Siraaj : "Maine suna... aaj college se jaldi nikal kar, bina kisi security ke, tum akele kahin gayi thi? Pedal?"
Naziya (Nazrein jhukaye, dhimi aawaz mein): "Bhai wo... wo main bas college ke piche wale..."
Siraaj (Aawaz aur unchi karte hue): "Aur kitni baar samjhana padega tumhe Naziya?! Is tarah sare-aam, bina suraksha ke, sarko par ghumna... Kab dimaag mein ghusega tumhare?"
Naziya (Ghabrate hue): "Bhai, wo bas main bazar mein choti moti kharidi kar rahi thi apne doston ke sath... Aur..."
Siraaj ke kadam tezi se Naziya ki taraf badhe. Wo uske bilkul kareeb aakar ruka. Uski height aur uska aura Naziya par haavi ho raha tha.
Siraaj (Sakht aur thandi aawaz mein): "Humari zindagi... aam logon ki tarah nahi hai Naziya. Raaste mein chalte hue log humein dua nahi, bad-dua dete hain. Tum janti ho na ye?"
Naziya ne sar niche rakhe hue hi apne aansu rokne ki koshish ki aur bas halke se sehmati mein sar hila diya. Uski rui jaisi haalat dekh kar Siraaj ka gussa thoda pighla, par usne kuch kaha nahi. Wo bina ek lafz sune tez kadmon se ghar se bahar nikal gaya aur uski gaadi dhool udate hue nikal gayi.

Siraaj ke jate hi Naziya ke aansu aur ruk nahi paye. Wo roti hui seedhiyan chadh kar apne kamre mein chali gayi aur darwaza band kar liya.
Thodi der baad, darwaze par dastak hui aur Shabnam andar aayi.

(Shabnam, Naziya ki bhabhi thi. Ghar ke sabse bade bete, Altaf ki biwi. Darasal Altaf umar mein bada zaroor tha, lekin Siraaj ki sochne ki taqat, uske shatir dimaag, aur uske khauf ki wajah se Altaf ne parivar aur business ki puri baag-dor Siraaj ke haathon mein de rakhi thi.)

Shabnam (Pallu theek karte hue): "Naziya... Tum theek ho na? Maine niche hall mein sab suna. Siraaj ka toh dimaag hi kharab rehta hai. Tum inki baaton ko dil par mat lena. Is ghar ke mardon ki aadat hi yahi hai... aurton par rob jatane ki. Huh!"
Naziya jo ab tak ro rahi thi, achanak usne apne aansu poche aur Shabnam ko dekha.
Naziya (Tez aur chubhti hui aawaz mein): "Nahi Bhabhi... Agar wo sach mein sirf aurton par rob jata rahe hote na... toh aap is ghar mein, itne keemti zevar pehan kar, itni befikri se apni zindagi nahi bita rahi hoti. Wo chinta me the."
Naziya ke is muh-tod jawab aur apni bezzati mehsoos karke Shabnam ka chehra laal ho gaya. Wo bina kuch aur bole pair patakte hue kamre se nikal gayi.

"Waise maine ab tak apne aur Siraaj ke parivaar ke bare mein nahi bataya na... Siraaj, is ghar ka sabse bada beta nahi tha. Lekin is ghar ki eenth se eenth jodna ho, ya kisi dushman ki haddiyan todna, har aakhri faisla sirf unhi ka hota tha. Ji haan, mere bhai ek vyapari the... nahi, ek behadd shaatir aur khatarnak vyapari. Transport business toh sirf ek safed chadar thi. Us chadar ke niche gairkanuni hathiyaron (guns) ki supply, smuggling... aur na jane kya kya andhera tha. Altaf bhai, unke partner the, par control Siraaj ke paas tha. Dono bhaiyon mein gajab ki izzat thi.
Aur main? Main Naziya. Mere andar bhi wahi ziddi khoon daudta tha. Main azaad rehna chahti thi. Kal ki fikar kiye bina, bas khuli hawa mein saans lena. Aur shayad... meri yahi nadani aur befikri Siraaj bhai ki raaton ki neend cheen leti thi."

Shaam dhal chuki thi. Naziya apne kamre mein gup-chup baithi thi. Uske haath mein Siraaj aur uski bachpan ki ek lauti dhundli si tasveer thi. Tabhi darwaza ahista se khula. Siraaj andar khada tha. Uska gussa ab bilkul shant tha.
Siraaj: "Main andar aa sakta hu?"
Siraaj ki thaki hui aawaz sunkar Naziya ne ek pal uski taraf dekha, aur phir narazgi dikhate hue apna chehra dusri taraf ghuma liya. Siraaj dabe paon andar aaya aur Naziya ke bilkul bagal mein bed par chup-chap baith gaya. Usne aaram se Naziya ke haath se wo tasveer li aur use dekhne laga.
Siraaj (Behadd narmi aur thehrav se): Tum janti ho na... Ammi-Abba ke jane ke baad, agar is bedard duniya mein mere paas kuch bhi, ek bhi cheez behadd keemti bachi hai... toh wo tum ho, Naziya.
Uski us ek dabi hui line mein itna dard aur pyaar tha ki Naziya ki din bhar ki narazgi oas ki boond ki tarah ghaayab ho gayi.
Naziya (Gala saaf karte hue): Haan... main janti hu. Lekin kabhi kabhi... mera bhi dil karta hai ki main baki aam ladkiyon ki tarah, bina kisi darr ya bodyguards ki fauj ke, bas gol-gappe khane chali jau. Bina peeche mud kar dekhe.
Siraaj (Halke se muskurate hue): Bilkul. Tumhara dil bilkul sahi kehta hai. Lekin... bas mere liye... meri is buri kismat ke liye, thodi savdhani barat liya karo. Main sapno mein bhi bardasht nahi kar sakta ki mere kisi gunah ki saza, meri dushmani ki aag, tum tak pahuche. Tum samajh rahi ho na?
Naziya ne apne aansu pite hue, halke se muskurakar haan mein sar hila diya. Siraaj ne apna bhari haath Naziya ke kandhe par rakha aur use apne gale se laga liya. Naziya ne bhi apna sir uske chaude kandhe par rakh diya. Wo janti thi, bahar ki duniya ke liye jo insaan shaitan tha, wo uske liye kisi farishte se kam nahi tha.

Siraaj (Achanak tone change karte hue): "Waise..."
Usne Naziya se thoda alag hokar, apni pant ki pocket mein haath dala aur ek choti si import ki hui chocolate toffee nikali—Naziya ki sabse favorite. Us toffee ko dekhte hi Naziya ki aansu bhari aankhon mein achanak ek chamak aa gayi. Usne jhat se haath aage badhaya aur Siraaj ke haath se toffee cheen li, bilkul kisi bachi ki tarah. Uski aisi pyari muskurahat dekh kar, Siraaj ke pure din ka stress, mafia ka darr, sab ek pal mein ojhal ho gaya.

"Darr... Log sochte the Siraaj bhai ko kisi se darr nahi lagta. Wo ek aisi deewar tha jise todna namumkin tha. Lekin sach toh ye tha ki wo bhi ek insaan hi tha. Use bhi darr lagta tha. Par usne apne har darr par kaabu paa liya tha, sivaye ek darr ke... Mere khone ka darr."

Usi raat, Naziya rasoi mein khane ki tayari kar rahi thi. Gas stove par patile mein kuch ban raha tha, tabhi Siraaj rasoi ke darwaze par aakar ruk gaya.
Siraaj (Haste hue): Pata hai, jo log aksar khana nahi pakate, us hisab se tumhari cooking ki mehak toh badi zabardast aa rahi hai. Kisi madat ki zarurat hai bade bhai ki?
Naziya (Aankh dikhate hue): Shukriya, par mujhe lagta hai main akele sambhal sakti hu. Aur main aapki yaad-dasht taja kar du Siraaj Bhai... jab aakhri baar aapne meri madat ke liye is rasoi mein kadam rakha tha, toh poori rasoi jalte jalte bachi thi!
Siraaj (Apne bachaav mein haath uthate hue): Aray aray... Haar manzoor hai mujhe. Bas itna kahoonga ki wo koi aag nahi thi, bas ek... choti si chingari thi jo bhadak gayi thi.
Siraaj ki is theth safayi par Naziya khil-khila kar has padi. Mahol bilkul halka ho gaya tha.
Raat ka khana khatam karke Siraaj aur Naziya hall mein baithe purani baatein kar rahe the. Baatein karte karte Naziya ki aankhein bojhail hone lagi, aur wo sofe par baithe baithe hi wahin Siraaj ke bagal mein gehri neend mein so gayi.

Past Present (1999 - Police Custody)

"Oye! Utho...! Ye koi tumhara baap ka ghar nahi hai jo nawaabon ki tarah so rahi ho!"

"Ek bhari, khardari aawaz ne mujhe meri khubsurat mithi neend se, un mithi yaadon se noch kar wapas is narak mein patak diya. Maine aankh kholi toh ek sub-inspector apne dande se meri kursi baja raha tha. Mujhe mansik taur par todna hi unki akeli chaal thi. Lekin maine apne bhai Siraaj ko puri zindagi kareeb se dekha tha. Maine seekha tha ki kaise wo apne samne khadi pareshaniyon ka gala ghot kar, unhe hi apni taqat bana lete the. Toh main... unki behen, police ki I'm sasti chaalon se itni jaldi tootne wali kahan thi."

State Press Conference, Chief Minister's Office, Mumbai (December, 1999)

Kamre mein flashbulbs ki roshni aur mikes ke wires ka jaal bicha tha. CM saab ke maathe par paseene ki boondein saaf chamak rahi thi.

Reporter 1 (Cheekhte hue): "Sir! Kya aap mante hain ki Jammu se transport kiye jane wale Indian Army ke highly classified War Weapons ki chori ke piche, kahin na kahin State Government ki laaparwahi aur mili-bhagat zimmedar hai?"
CM (Paseena pochte hue): "Dekhiye... jaanch abhi jaari hai. Special Task Force kaam kar rahi hai. Is se pehle ki hum kisi bhi tarah ki..."
Reporter 2 (Bich mein kaat-te hue): "Jaanch? Kaisi jaanch CM saab? Jab saboot saare desh ke samne aa chuke hain, aur ek ladki ne jurm qubool kar liya hai, toh sarkar is underground mafia connection ko maan kyu nahi leti?"
CM (Aawaz bhari karte hue): "Dekhiye! State Government is mamle ki poori zimmedari leti hai. Hum aam nagrikon ko ashwashan dete hain ki aap sab puri tarah surakshit hain. Doshiyon ko bakhsha nahi jayega."
Reporter 3: "Agar wo chori hue army ke hathiyar, RDX, aur snipers kisi ghalat haathon mein, ya kisi aatanki sangathan ke paas chale gaye hain... toh aam nagrik aapke in khokhle ashwashan ka kya achaar dalenge?"
Reporters ke in teekhe teeron se CM ke haav-bhav bilkul badal gaye the. Unke paas ab jawab nahi the.
CM: "Sirf State nahi, is waqt pure desh mein aur borders par extra Police aur Army ki tukdiyan tainat ki gayi hain. Situation control mein hai..."
Reporter 1: "Lekin sir, jab itni high security ke beech se hathiyaron ki chori ho sakti hai, Mumbai jaisi city high alert par aa sakti hai, toh is se bada hadsa hone ki bhi sambhavna hai"
Ab CM se yeh mahol aur nahi jhela ja raha tha. Wo mike se hat gaye aur media ki taraf dono haath jod kar, bina aakhiri sawal ka jawab diye wahan se tezi se nikal gaye. Piche reporters ka shor aur badh gaya.

"Kai baar... aap bas waqt ke guzar jane ka intezar karte hain. Aur pata hai, waqt ka bhi apna ek anokha, zalim dhang hai. Seconds minton mein, aur minute ghanton mein badal jate hain. Is se pehle ki aap khud ko bacha paye, aap adhirta ke samandar mein doob jate hain. Yeh bilkul kisi aane wale tufaan ke hatt jane ka intezar karne jaisa hai... yeh jaane bina ki tufaan guzarne ke baad, kya aasmaan fir se saaf hoga... ya yeh kaali, andheri raat kuch der or thehar jayegi."

To Be Continued.......

 

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