The Dark Girl Part – 2 (Suspence Story) In Hindi

The Dark Girl [Suspence Story] in Hindi

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Chapter 10 – The Girl Who Knew Too Much

 

Shaam ke theek 8 baje main Bijli ko bataye restaurant mein betha uska wait kar raha tha.

“Can i take your order sir?” Ek waiter meri table par aakar bola.

Yun toh doctor ne mujhe bahar khane se bilkul mana kiya hua tha par aisi jagah par aakar khaali bhi toh nahi betha ja sakta tha.

“Actually i am still waiting for someone to arrive” Maine muskurate hue kaha “Meanwhile, why dont you just me get me something to drink?”

“And what would you like sir?” Waiter ne mere sawal ka jawab dete hue puchha. Main janta tha ke is jagah vo sharab serve nahi karte the aur vaise bhi bimari ki vajah se mera pine ka dil bhi nahi tha.

“An orange juice would do just fine”

“I wil be back in a minute with your juice” Kehkar vo laut gaya.

Takreeban 5 min baad hi vo haath mein ek juice ka glass liye vaapis aa gaya.

“Agar kisi ko dinner par bulaya jaaye toh uska intezaar kiya jata hai Mr. Sharma” Maine Juice ka glass apne hontho ki taraf badhaya hi tha ke mere pichhe se Bijli ki aawaz aayi “Aap toh mere bina hi shuru ho gaye”

“Aur jab koi dinner par bulaye toh mezbaan ko intezaar karana bhi buri baat hai” Maine uthkar uski taraf palta aur muskurata hua bola.

“Kya baat hai?” Vo table ke doosri taraf rakhi chair par jakar bethte hue boli “Aaj sooraj kis taraf dooba hai. Aaj toh Mr. Sharma mujhe dekh kar muskura rahe hain”

“Exactly” Maine bhi apni chair par vaapis beth gaya “Kis taraf dooba hai sooraj aaj jo tumne ye Mr. Sharma Mr. Sharma ki ratt laga rakhi hai”

“Ab aapko izzatdaar aadmi banne ka shauk hai, ham jaiso ke aap munh lagte nahi toh maine socha ke sidha naam lekar bulana shayad aapko kahin bura na lag jaaye. Isliye izzat aur adab se bula rahi thi”

“Itni izzat mat do mujhe, aadat nahi hai. Kya lena pasand karogi?” Maien menu uski taraf badhaya.

“Pasand toh ye na-cheez aapko karti hai par afsos aap menu mein hain nahi” Vo aankh maarti hui boli.

Maine usi waiter ko dobara ishara kiya aur ham dono ne apni apno pasand se khana order kiya.

“You are looking good. Kaafi achhi lag rahi ho” Waiter ke jaane ke baad main Bijli ki taraf dekhta hua bola.

Aur ye baat haqeeqat bhi thi. Aaj tak maine use hamesha Sharafat Bar mein hi dekha tha aur hamesha usi behuda libaas mein jise pehen kar vahan ladkiyan naachti thi.Naabhi ke bahut neeche bandha hua ghaghra, hadh se zyada tight aur low neck blouse jispar pichhe ki side sirf baandhne ke liye doriyan hoti thi yaani kamar poori khuli hui aur gale se dupatta gayab. Aaj pehli baar maine use dhang ke kapdo mein dekha tha. Uske ek halke hare rang ka salwar kameez pehen rakha tha aur maine pehli baar is baat ka ehsaas kiya ke vo asal mein kitni khoobsurat thi.

Mujhe is baat ka ehsaas hi nahi hua ke main chup chap bina kuchh kahe ektuk use ghoore ja raha tha.

“Aise mat dekhiye Sharma ji” Vo mujhe yun ghoorta pakar boli “Thodi bahut sharam bananewale ne ham jaisi ladkiyon ko bhi bakhshi hai”

“I am sorry, i didnt mean to stare” Main baukhla sa utha “Par seriously, kaafi khoobsurat lag rahi ho”

“Thank you” Usne muskura kar jawab diya aur mujhe laga jaise mere saamne vo Bar mein nachne wali Bijli nahi balki koi aur hi ladki bethi hai.

“Naam kya hai tumhara?” Maine sawal kiya.

“Kyun aapne kisko bulaya tha yahan?”

“Come on, tumhein lagta hai ke main yakeen kar loonga ke tumhara naam asal mein Bijli hi hai?”

“Haan bilkul hai” Vo haste hue boli “Mere uper toh ek kahawat bhi bana di thi aas pados walo ne. Ke maan marr gayi andhere mein aur beti ka naam rakh gayi Bijli”

“Not funny” Maine chup chap bina hase use dekhta raha.

“Chhodiye na Sharma ji ….”

“Aditya” Maine uski baat kaat-te hue kaha.

“Theek hai, jaisa aap kahen. Chhodiye na Aditya Ji ….”

“Sirf Aditya “Maine phir baat kaati.

“Chaliye ye bhi sahi. Chhodiye ne Aditya. Naam kya ho kya farak padta hai. Farak toh sirf is baat se padta hai ke duniya aapko kya kehkar bulati hai aur mujhe duniya wale Bijli kehte hain”

“Yakeen toh mujhe ab bhi nahi hua par theek hai” Maine baat ko jaane dena hi behtar samjha.

“Arrey sach mein. Bijli hi hai. Chhukar dekho, current bhi maarti hoon”

Uski is baat par meri bhi hasi chhut gayi.

“Darr nahi lag raha?” Vo meri taraf dekhti hui boli.

“Kis baat se?”

“Yahan is public place mein mujh jaisi ladki ke saath khana kha rahe ho? Tumhare kisi pehchan wale ne dekh liya aur mujhe bhi pehchan liya toh?”

“Toh main us pehchan wale se utla ye puchhunga ke vo khud tumhein kaise pehchanta hai?”

“Baat mein dam hai” Vo muskurati hui boli.

“Vaise ek vajah se bulaya hai maine” Maine apni jeb se Saanwli ki photo nikali “Is ladki ko dekha hai kabhi kahin?”

“Kaun hai ye?” Usne photo mere haath se lekar gaur se dekhte hue kaha.

“Koi hai jo is waqt lapata hai aur main dhoondhne ki koshish kar raha hoon” Maine jawab diya.

“Girlfriend?”

“Client”

“Achha haan, bhool gayi thi main. Yahi toh karte hain aap, logon ko dhoondhne ka kaam”

“Exactly” Maine haste hue kaha “Any chance ke ise kahin dekha hai aapne?”

“Shakal kuchh jaani pehchani lag toh rahi hai par nahi, meri pehchan mein se koi nahi hai” Vo photo mujhe vaapis dete hue boli “Vaise aapko aisa kyun lagta hai ke main ise jaanti houngi?”

“Kyunki mujhe lagta hai ke ye shayad Sharafat Bhai ke bar mein kaam karti thi”

“Arrey haan” Uske chehre par achanak ek chamak si aayi “Photo dikhana vaapis zara”

Maine photo phir uski taraf badha diya.

“Yaad aaya” Vo photo phir gaur se dekhti hui boli “Tabhi main sochun ke shakal jaani pehchani kyun lag rahi thi. Kya naam tha iska …..”

Vo sar par haath rakh kar sochne lagi toh maine ek ke liye socha ke naam bataoon par phir chup ho gaya.

“Saloni” Vo ekdam se boli “Saloni naam tha iska. Udhar Sharafat bhai ke Genie wale Bar mein waitress thi kuchh arsa pehle tak”

“Saloni?” Maine hairani se uski taraf dekhta hua bola “Are you sure?”

“Haan pakka. Bahut raade wali ladki thi ye. Ek pal ke liye main pehchan nahi paayi par ab yaad aa gaya. Bada rada hua tha iske pichhe”

“Matlab?”

“Sahi toh mujhe bhi nahi pata” Usne photo phir mujhe pakda di “Par kaam zaroor karti thi ye vahan”

“Aur kuchh bata sakti ho iske baare mein mujhe?” Maine thoda dabaav dala.

“Kyun bataoon?” Vo chehakti hui boli.

Tabhi waiter hamara order lekar aa gaya aur table par rakhne laga. Ham dono kuchh der ke liye chup hokar beth gaye.

“Zahir baat hai ke ye jo koi bhi hai, aap ise dhoondhna chahte hain toh agar ye mil gayi toh ismein aapka fayda. Jo ise aapke zariye dhoondhna chah rahe hain unka bhi fayda. Par main agar munh kholun toh ismein mera kya fayda?”

“Kya chahiye?” Maine khana shuru karte hue kaha.

“Tum”

Vo bebaak bol padi toh mujhe jawab dete na bana. Main aise hi kisi jawab ki ummeed bhi kar raha tha par golmol tarike se, is tarah nahi.
Main chup chap usse nazar chura kar khana khane laga.

“Mazak kar rahi hoon” Thodi der baad vo hasti hui boli “Aapke liye toh jaan bhi haazir hai Sharma ji. Puchhiye kya jaanna chahte hain”

“Kuchh bhi” Usne baat palat di toh meri jaan mein jaan aayi, “Ya vo sab kuchh jo tum jaanti ho”

“Zyada toh main bhi nahi jaanti” Usne batana shuru kiya “Asal mein toh vo Bar mein hue lafde se pehle main jaanti bhi nahi thi ke ye kaun hai, bas dekha tha udhar kai baar. Us lafde ke baat pata chala ke iska naam Saloni tha”

Ye baat mare halak se neeche nahi utar rahi thi. Vo kyun vahan apni behen ke naam se kaam kar rahi thi?

“Aur?” Maine puchha.

“Maine bhi sab suna hi hai bas. Kehte hain ke kaafi oonche sapne rakhti thi. Bar mein waitress thi aur sidha Sharafat Bhai par haath daalne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Phir ek baar suna hai ke sharab ke nashe mein Sharafat Bhai ne iske saath shayad kuchh zor zabardasti kari jiska shayad ise bura lag gaya, kyun ye toh mujhe bhi samajh nahi aaya. Matlab jab chahti hi thi Sharafat Bhai ko phasana toh unke haath lagane ka kya bura maanna. Khair, isne Sharafat Bhai ko thappad maar diya. Isse pehle ke baat aage badhti, vahan Bar mein koi tha jo ise bacha le gaya”

“Kaun?”

“Ye koi nahi janta. Par suna hai ke isse pehle Sharafat Bhai kuchh keh ya kar paate, vahin bethe sharab pi rahe aadmiyon mein se kisi ne uthkar unke sar pe bandook laga di aur usi ke zor par is ladki ko vahan se nikal le gaya”

“Phir?”

“Phir bas itna hi. Yahi suna hai. Sharafat Bhai ne saaf hidayat de di thi ke us raat Bar mein jo hua, uske baare mein koi kisi se baat nahi karega”

“Kyun?”

“Ab yaar kaun chahega ke log baat karte phiren ke Sharafat Bhai jaise aadmi ko kisi ladki ne thappad maara, phir kisi ne une sar pe bandook rakh di aur ladki ko unki naak ke niche se nikal le gaya?”

“Haan baat toh sahi hai”

Uske baat main aur vo idhar udhar ki baaten karte rahe. Isse zyada mujhe usse kuchh aur information nahi mil saki. Usse main mila ye sochkar tha ke shayad kuchh sawalon ke jawab mil saken par usne jo information di thi usse aur ulta aur sawal khade ho gaye the.

Sabse bada sawal ye tha ke Saanwli apni behen ka naam kyun isemaal kar rahi thi. Ye baat samajh aati thi ke vo aise Bar mein apne asli naam se kaam nahi karna chahti thi isliye apna kuchh aur naam rakh liya par jo baat samajh nahi aa rahi thi vo ye thi ke apni behen ka naam hi kyun? Ye sach tha ke yahan Saloni ko yahan koi nahi janta tha par aam taur par log apne kisi sage sambandhi ka naam aise istemaal nahi karte, khaas taur se unka jo itna zyada kareebi ho.

Khana khane ke baad main Bijli ko uske ghar tak chhodna chahta tha par usne saaf inkaar kar diya. Vo ek taxi lekar chali gayi aur main vaapis apni car mein aa betha. Cell nikal kar dekha toh ek message tha aur ek missed call thi.

Dono hi Geetanjali Thakkar ke the. Maine message open kiya.

“Call me back. I think i know the girl you are looking for”

Ye kahani mein ek naya mod tha jo apne aap aa gaya tha aur jiski main ummeed bhi nahi kar raha tha. Geetanjali Thakkar ko maine Saanwli ke baare mein pata karne ko kaha zaroor tha par mujhe ummeed nahi thi ke vo kuchh bata sakegi aur yahi vajah bhi thi ke maine dobara usse kabhi puchhne ki zaroorat nahi samjhi thi.

Maine uska number milaya. Cell switched off tha. Uske landline par call kiya toh busy tone hi jaati rahi. Maine ghadi ki taraf dekha, 9.30 PM.

Ghar jaane ka irada badal kar maine utsukta-vash Geetanjali ke ghar ki taraf gaadi mod di.

Mumbai mein log kehte hain ke traffic jams din mein nahi raat ko lagne chahiye kyunki yahan ke log din mein kam, raat ko zyada ghar se bahar nikalte hain khaas taur se vo jo apni khud ki gaadi afford kar sakte hain yaani ke Mumbai ki night life. Main kaafi hadh tak is baat se sehmat tha. Raat ka andhera phelne par jahan logon ko apne apne gharon ki taraf chalna chahiye, kha pikar apne bistar ki taraf kadam badhane chahiye, vahin yahan ke log andhera hone par sajna savarna shuru karte hain, taiyyar hona shuru karte hain aur bajaay apne gharo ki taraf jaane ke sair sapate ke liye nikalte hain, night clubs ki taraf kadam badhate hain.

Iska ek namuna mujhe is waqt bhi dekhne ko mil raha tha. Geetanjali ke ghar ki taraf jaate hue mujhe raat ke 10 baje hone ke bavajood heavy traffic ka samna karna pada. Jo raasta mujhe aadhe ghante mein poora kar lena chahiye tha, use poora karne mein mujhe poora dedh ghanta lag gaya. Jab maine us raat finally Geetanjali ke ghar ke saamne gaadi roki toh raat ki 11 baj rahe the.

Ghanti baja kar main darwaze par khada intezaar karne laga par meri ummeed ke mutaabik mujhe is baar darwaze pra lage intercom par uski aawaz sunai nahi di. Maine phir ghanti bajayi par phir kuchh kuchh nahi. Apna cell nikal kar use phone karne ki koshish ki par situation phir vahi. Cell switched off tha aur landline par busy tone sunai de rahi thi. 5-10 minute vahin khade rehne ke baad aur baar baar ghanti bajane ke baad bhi jab koi jawab nahi aaya toh maine vaapis lautne ka faisla kiya. Shayad vo ghar par nahi thi aur jis tarah ke import export aur real estate ka uska business tha, uska toh office bhi khulta raat ko hi hoga.

Main palat hi raha tha ke meri nazar ek aisi cheez par padi jo main pehle andhere ki vajah se dekh nahi paya tha. Geetanjali ke ghar ka darwaza automatic tha yaani vo ghar ke andar se button dabati aur darwaza apne aap ek aur slide hota chala jata, theek Maruti Omni van ke darwaze ki tarah aur phir 90 seconds baad apne aap band hone lagta, basharte ke andar se kisi ne kholne wale button ka daba na rakha ho.

Is waqt darwaza band toh tha par poori tarah nahi. Matlab ke jahan use jakar deewar se mil jana chahiye tha vahan neeche ek Pepsi ki 500ml wali bottle zameen par padi thi jiski vahan se darwaza poora band nahi ho pa raha tha.

Mera matha thanka. Maine jhuk kar pepsi ki bottle ki taraf dekha aur haath laga kar darwaze ko khulne wali disha mein dhakela. Ek halke se zor ke saath hi darwaza phir poora khulta chala gaya. Maine neeche giri bottle uthayi aur ghar ke andar daakhil hua. Aur yahin mujhse meri sabse badi galti ho gayi.

Andar dekhne ke baad main thodi der vahin lawn mein andhere mein khada raha. Poora ghar andhere mein dooba hua tha par livin room ki lights jali hui thi. Dekhne se yun toh kuchh bhi galat nahi tha aur ye bhi mumkim tha ke vo bottle vahan galti se gir gayi ho par jaane kyun mujhe lag raha tha ke kuchh gadbad hai aur apne dil ki tasalli ke liye main uske living room ki taraf badha.

Bahar ke darwaze ki tarah hi uske ghar ka main door bhi khula hua tha. Living room mein har taraf roshni pheli hui thi. Maine ek baar Geetanjali ka naam pukara aur phir jawab na aane par apne charon taraf dekhta living room mein us jagah tak pahuncha jahan aakhri baar tab betha hua tha jab usse milne aaya tha.

Saamne table par ek wine bottle rakhi hui thi, table par 2 glass the jinmein abhi bhi thodi wine bachi hui thi.

Ek glass par lipstick ke nishan the jinhen dekh kar maine andaza lagaya ke ye glass zaroor Geentanjali ka hoga par doosra glass saaf tha. Zaahir tha ke ye zaroor uske kisi mehmaan ka raha hoga.

Table par ek ash tray rakhi hui thi aur paas hi ek India Kings cigarette ka packet aur match box rakha tha. Main khud bhi isi brand ki cigarette piya karta tha aur yun saamne cigarette dekh kar mujhe cigarette pine ki talab uthi. Maine apni jeb par haath mara toh ehsaas hua ke main apni cigarette bahar gaadi mein hi chhod aaya tha. Jhuk kar cigarette packet uthaya aur khola toh usmein ab bhi kayi cigarette rakhi hui thi. Maine ek nikal kar jalayi aur packet vaapis vahin rakh diya.

“Geetanjali Ma’m” Maine ek baar zor se aawaz lagayi par koi jawab nahi aaya.

Main aaj tak jitni baar bhi yahan aaya tha, kabhi living room se aage nahi gaya. Ek baar Geetanjali ne mujhe offer zaroor kiya tha ke main raat yahin ruk jaoon taaki vo mere ehsaan ka kuchh badla utaar sake. Main uska ishara samajhta tha ke vo kis tarah se ehsaan utarne ki baat kar rahi thi aur inkaar karke vaapis chala gaya tha. Maine nazar ghuma kar living room mein rakhe landline phone par nazar daali toh vo apni jagah par rakha hua tha. Receiver utha kar kaan se lagaya toh dial tone sunai nahi de rahi thi. Main janta tha ke uske is phone ki har kamre mein ek alag extension thi aur shayad unmein se hi koi ek ka receiver shayad apni jagah par dhang se rakha nahi gaya tha isliye busy tone sunai de rahi thi.

Sab kuchh apni jagah par tha. Mujhe laga ke shayad vo ghar par thi hi nahi aur Pepsi ki bottle galti se darwaze ke beech aa gayi. Cigarette ke kuchh kash laga kar maine ash tray mein bujhayi aur vaapis jaane ko mudha hi tha ke kuchh aisa nazar aaya jis se mere kadam jahan the vahin ruk gaye.

Living room mein khade khade hi ghar ka ek aur darwaza nazar aata tha. Kyunki main kabhi isse aage nahi badha tha toh janta nahi tha ke vo darwaza kisi kamre ka hai, bathroom ka ya kitchen ka par is waqt vo darwaza bhi khula hua tha. Jis cheez ne meri nazar ko pakda tha vo tha us darwaze se behkar bahar aata ek taral padharth. Living room ki roshni halki halki us darwaze tak bhi pahunch rahi thi par itni nahi ke jahan main khada tha vahan se bataya ja sake ke vo taral padarth kya tha. Par phir bhi itna toh kaha ja sakta tha ke vo gaadha tha isliye pani nahi ho sakta tha aur rang mein ya toh gehra laal tha ya kala.

Dhadakte dil ke saath maine kadam aage badhaye aur aur us darwaze tak pahuncha. Vo darwaza kitchen ka tha aur uske saamne pahunchte hi mujhe mere sawal ka jawab mil gaya. Vo taral padarth khoon tha jo kitchen mein giri padi Geetanjali ke shareer se behkar nikal raha tha.

Maine zindagi mein isse pehle bhi kayi baar dead bodies dekhi thi par vo aksar ya toh morgue mein hoti thi, ya kisi hospital mein, ya kisi police station mein ya phir mauka-e-wardat par jahan mujhse pehle kayi policewale maujood hote the. Ye pehli baar tha ke main akela khada tha aur mere saamne ek laash padi thi. Pehli baar aisa hua tha ke main mauka-e-wardat par pahunchne wala pehla insaan tha.

Jaisa ke aisi situation mein pehli baar padne wale har insaan ke saath hota hai, mujhe bhi ek pal ko toh samajh nahi aaya ke kya karun. Par phir dimag waqti jhatke se fauran bahar nikla aur mujhe ehsaas hua ke main sidha is baat par pahunch gaya ke vo mar chuki hai. Ye bhi toh ho sakta hai ke vo zinda ho.

Vo karwat par giri padi thi aur chehra meri taraf tha. Maine fauran neeche beth kar uske kandho ko pakda aur halke se hilaya.

“Geetanjali”

Aur vo dheere se mere hilane ke karan poori tarah ulti ho gayi. Aur iske saath hi mujhe yakeen ho gaya ke vo mar chuki hai aur maut ki vajah, yaani ke uski kamar ke nichle hisse mein ghusa hua chaaku jo ab bhi aadha uske shareer mein aur aadha uske shareer se baar tha, saamne aa gayi.

Main neeche ukdu betha hua tha aur uske shareer mein ghusa hua chaaku dekh kar thoda hadbada gaya. Pichhe ko hat-te hue mera pair neeche zameen par beh rahe khoon mein pad gaya aur main phisal kar gir pada. Nateeja, mere pent, haath aur kohniyan uske khoon mein san gayi.

Apne aapko sambhal kar main utha aur thoda pichhe hokar khada ho gaya. Mere haathon par laga uska khoon ab bhi halka halka garam tha yaani ke usko mare zyada waqt nahi hua tha. Kitchen mein deewar par ek phone laga hua tha jiska receiver neeche latak raha tha. Shayad vo marne se pehle kisi ko madad ke liye phone karna chah rahi thi par aisa kar nahi paayi. Aur yahi vajah thi ke mujhe baar baar uska phone busy mil raha tha.

Maine apna phone nikala aur police ka number milate hue vaapis living room mein aaya. Phone milne par pehli ghanti baji hi thi ke mujhe living room mein lage sheeshe mein apna aks dikhayi diya aur maine fauran call disconnect kar di.

Main poora uske khoon mein sana hua tha, is waqt uske ghar par akela tha aur is waqt police ko bulane ka matlab tha ke sawal jawab ke ek aise bhanwar mein phasna jo jaane kab tak chalta rehta. Geetanjali Thakkar ek kaafi pahunchi hui aurat thi toh uska case kaafi uchhalne wala tha aur agar main is halat mein police walo ko yahan milta toh mere agle kuchh din sirf police station ke chakkar kaatne aur apni kahani baar baar unko sunane mein guzarne wale the. Maine faisla kiya ke uski maut ki soochna police ko bahar kisi public phone se ek anjaan aadmi ban kar de doonga.

Ghar se bahar nikal kar main main gate par aaya toh mujhe apni galti ka ehsaas hua. Maine andar jaate hue us Pepsi ki bottle ko utha liya tha jiski vajah se ab darwaza poori tarah band tha.

“Damn it” Maine apne aap se kaha.

Ye zaroor tha ke darwaza ghar ke andar hi kisi button se khulta tha par problem ye thi ke mujhe pata nahi tha ke iske conrols kahan hain. Vo Button ghar ke kis hisse mein hai jo is darwaze ko kholta hai. Maine vahin darwaze ke dono taraf dhoondha ke shayad yahan bhi koi kholne ke liye conrol laga ho par kuchh nazar nahi aaya. Ab ek hi tareeka tha ke ghar ke andar jakar darwaze ko khola jaaye par aisa main karna nahi chahta tha. Kaun jaane darwaze ke controls kholne mein mujhe kitna waqt lage aur filhal main jaldi se jaldi yahan se nikal jana chahta tha.

Darwaze ko do kadam pichhe hatkar dekha toh vo ooncha toh tha par bahut zyada nahi aur beech mein bars lage hue the jinko pakad kar aasani se uper chadha ja sakta tha. Maine apni shirt jeans se bahar tuck out kari, bars ko pakad kar darwaze ke uper chadha aur doosri taraf kood gaya.

Sadak par sannata tha. Maine ek nazar dono taraf ghumayi ke kisi ne mujhe dekha toh nahi aur aakar apni gaadi mein beth gaya. Ghadi par nazar daali toh raat ke 12 bajne wale the…..