25-02-2026, 04:39 PM
Raat ke kareeb teen baj chuke the. Goa ke us aalishan villa mein ab ek bhayanak, thaka hua sannata chha gaya tha. Samandar ki lehron ke shor ke beech, alag-alag kamron se aane wali madhosh siskaiyan aur bistar ke bajne ki aawaazein ab poori tarah shant ho chuki thin. Har koi apne jism ki aag ko bujha kar, thakaan aur nashe mein choor hokar gehri neend so raha tha.
Upper floor ke ek kamre mein, Trupti Abhay ke chaude seene par apna sar rakh kar, uski baahon mein simat kar duniya ki sabse sukoon bhari neend le rahi thi. Uske hothon par ek halki si muskaan thi—us azaadi aur sachi mohabbat ki muskaan jo usne aaj raat mehsoos ki thi.
Par theek usi waqt, neeche ground floor ke ek kamre mein, kisi ki aankhein andhere mein kisi shikaari bhediye (wolf) ki tarah chamak rahi thin.
Ye Rahul tha.
Bagal wale bed par Sahil munh khol kar kharraate le raha tha, par Rahul ki aankhon mein neend ka naam-o-nishaan nahi tha. Uska dimaag gusse, be-panah jalan aur ek bhayanak incestuous hawas se kisi pressure cooker ki tarah ubal raha tha. 'Meri Maa... jiske jism ko main apna shikaar samajhta tha, aaj wo Abhay ki godh mein Sati-Savitri se ek poori randi ban gayi,' Rahul ne apne daanton ko itni zor se kaskataya ki aawaaz aayi. Usne apna haath apne dark grey underwear par rakha, jahan uska lund is jalan ki aag mein abhi bhi lohe ki tarah tana hua tha.
Par Rahul ek aam, gusse mein aakar bewakoofi karne wala ladka nahi tha. Wo ek mastermind tha. Wo jaanta tha ki agar usne abhi koi tamasha kiya, toh Trupti usse hamesha ke liye door ho jayegi. Use Trupti ko wapas paana tha—ek Maa ki tarah nahi, balki apni ek private, submissive gulam (slave) ki tarah. Aur iske liye, use apne raaste ke sabse bade kaante, Abhay, ko hamesha ke liye ukhad kar phekna tha.
Rahul aahista se apne bistar se utha. Usne ek black t-shirt pehni aur dabe paaon kamre se bahar nikal aaya.
Villa ka bada sa living room andhere mein dooba tha. Raat ki party ka kachra, khaali bottles aur chashme idhar-udhar bikhre the. Rahul ki baaz jaisi nazrein theek us wall cabinet (locker area) par jaakar rukin, jahan sabne apne ahem saamaan aur bags rakhe the. Nashe aur jaldi-baazi mein, Abhay ne apne backpack ki chain poori tarah band nahi ki thi.
Rahul dabe paaon us cabinet ke paas pahuncha. Usne aahista se Abhay ka bag khola aur usme se uska sleek, silver Apple MacBook bahar nikaal liya.
Rahul is raat ka kabse intezaar kar raha tha. Use pata tha ki Abhay ke is laptop mein ek aisi cheez chhipi hai jo kisi ki bhi zindagi barbaad kar sakti hai. Election ke time par jab unhone Vikki ko nanga karke bhagaya tha, tab Abhay ne insurance ke taur par Vikki ka ek aur bhayanak video apne paas save kar liya tha. Ye video Vikki ke nange daudne ka nahi tha... balki ye ek aisa video tha jisme 'Macho' aur gunda banne wala Vikki, nashe ki halat mein ek male gigolo (ladke) ke saath compromising aur behad gandi position mein tha. Vikki jaisi political aur ghamandi family (jiske pita ek dabang MLA the) ke liye, unke bete ka gay/bisexual angle unki izzat ka janaza nikalne ke liye kaafi tha.
Rahul ne laptop ko living room ke ek andhere kone mein rakha aur screen on ki. Password prompt samne aaya.
Rahul ke hothon par ek shaitani muskaan tair gayi. Usne trip ke pehle din hi, ek group photo upload karte waqt Abhay ko casually apna password type karte hue dekh liya tha. Rahul ne keyboard par tezi se ungliyan chalayi— 'Tru@Progress21' —aur Click! Laptop unlock ho gaya. Abhay ne apna password bhi Trupti aur apni party ke naam par rakha tha, jo Rahul ke gusse ko aur bhadka gaya.
"Bada aashiq banta hai tu Abhay," Rahul ne andhere mein fusfusate hue kaha. "Aaj teri yahi aashiqui teri qabr khodegi."
Rahul ne jaldi se files search ki. D: Drive ke ek hidden folder mein use wo file mil gayi—'V_Backup.mp4'. Rahul ne us file par click kiya aur use mute par play kiya.
Screen par Vikki ki wo sharmnaak aur ghinoni halat dekh kar Rahul ka seena ghamand se chauda ho gaya. Ye ek aisi maut thi jo Vikki ko jeete-ji maar dalti. Rahul ne turant apni pocket se ek encrypted USB pendrive nikaali aur laptop mein insert ki. Usne do minute ke andar wo poori file apni pendrive mein copy kar li.
Par Rahul ka plan sirf is video ko churana nahi tha. Use Abhay ko is tarah fasaana tha ki Abhay ke paas bachne ka koi raasta na bache.
Rahul ne laptop ka Wi-Fi connect kiya aur browser open kiya. Usne Dark Web ke tor browser aur ek VPN ka istemaal karke, ek temporary, anonymous email id create ki. Par usne jaan-bhoojh kar is account ko banate waqt Abhay ke laptop ka IP address aur MAC address ki digital footprints (traces) waise hi chhod di. Usne browser ki history ko delete kiya, par aisi jagah deep system logs mein kuch aisi files chhod di jo koi basic cyber expert check kare toh seedha Abhay ki taraf ishara karein. Usne us fake account mein video ko draft mein save kar diya.
Sab kuch karne ke baad, Rahul ne pendrive nikaali aur laptop ko waise hi band karke chup-chap Abhay ke bag mein wapas rakh diya. Usne apni t-shirt ke sleeve se laptop par pade apne fingerprints bhi saaf kar diye.
Kaam poori safaai se ho chuka tha.
Rahul living room ki badi glass window ke paas aakar khada ho gaya. Bahar samandar ki lehrein takra rahi thin. Usne apni jeb mein padi us thandi pendrive ko apni mutthi mein kaskar daba liya. Uske dimaag mein uska aage ka 'Masterplan' kisi movie ki tarah chalne laga.
"Main is bomb ko abhi nahi phodunga," Rahul ne khud se muskurate hue kaha. "Abhi toh vacation shuru hui hai. Trupti ko Abhay ke saath ye pyaar bhare din jeene dunga. Use aadat lagne dunga is khushi ki. Use lagne dunga ki uski life perfect ho chuki hai."
Rahul ka dimaag kitna zehreela tha, ye uski aage ki soch bata rahi thi.
"Jaise hi vacation khatam hogi aur college khulega... theek pehle din, main is video ko poore college forum aur social media par leak kar dunga. Saath mein Vikki ke MLA baap ko tag karunga. Video viral hoga, bhayanak aag lagegi. Vikki ki family izzat bachane ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak jayegi. Cyber security officer investigation karegi... aur saare saboot, saare digital traces kahan point karenge? Seedha humare College CR aur naye neta—Abhay Pratap Singh par!"
Rahul ki aankhein fati ki fati thin aur wo nashe mein dooba hua apna aage ka vision dekh raha tha.
"MLA ka pressure itna bhayanak hoga ki college management Abhay ko nikal bahar karegi. security officer use utha legi. Aur sabse mazedar baat... Abhay kahan se kahan tak Trupti ka naam aane nahi dega. Wo 'Mahan Aashiq' ban kar, apne doston aur Trupti ki izzat bachane ke liye saara ilzaam apne sar le lega! Uska hero banna hi uski aukaat mitti mein mila dega. Vikki wahan se barbaad... Abhay college se aur Trupti ki zindagi se expel!"
Rahul ne ek lambi, atma-sंतुष्टि (self-satisfied) se bhari saans li.
"Aur jab Abhay chala jayega... tab Trupti poori tarah akeli ho jayegi. Toot jayegi. Wo apni is chheen li gayi mohabbat ke gam mein royegi... aur uske aansu pochna kiska kaam hoga? Uske pyare, understanding aur supportive bete ka—Mera."
Rahul ne sheeshe mein apne aks (reflection) ko dekha.
"Tab main uske paas jaunga. Use support dunga. Uske akelepan ko door karunga. Lekin is baar ek bete ki tarah nahi, ek mard ki tarah. Main us Sati-Savitri aurat ke andar ki 'College Girl' ka wo haal karunga, jiske baad wo kisi aur mard ki taraf dekhna toh door, sochne se bhi kaanpegi. Uski gaand aur uske boobs sirf mere lund ki property ban kar rahenge. Game over, Abhay... Game over!"
Rahul ne muskurate hue apna haath window se hataya aur wapas dabe paaon apne kamre ki taraf chala gaya.
Upar kamre mein soti hui Trupti ko is baat ka zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki jis bete ko wo apna sabse bada sahaara aur dost samajh rahi thi, wahi beta uski zindagi, uske naye pyaar aur uski azaadi ka janaza nikalne ka poora intezam kar chuka tha. Goa ki aakhri raat ne aane wale toofan ki buniyaad rakh di thi, aur ab bas vacation khatam hone ka intezaar tha.
Upper floor ke ek kamre mein, Trupti Abhay ke chaude seene par apna sar rakh kar, uski baahon mein simat kar duniya ki sabse sukoon bhari neend le rahi thi. Uske hothon par ek halki si muskaan thi—us azaadi aur sachi mohabbat ki muskaan jo usne aaj raat mehsoos ki thi.
Par theek usi waqt, neeche ground floor ke ek kamre mein, kisi ki aankhein andhere mein kisi shikaari bhediye (wolf) ki tarah chamak rahi thin.
Ye Rahul tha.
Bagal wale bed par Sahil munh khol kar kharraate le raha tha, par Rahul ki aankhon mein neend ka naam-o-nishaan nahi tha. Uska dimaag gusse, be-panah jalan aur ek bhayanak incestuous hawas se kisi pressure cooker ki tarah ubal raha tha. 'Meri Maa... jiske jism ko main apna shikaar samajhta tha, aaj wo Abhay ki godh mein Sati-Savitri se ek poori randi ban gayi,' Rahul ne apne daanton ko itni zor se kaskataya ki aawaaz aayi. Usne apna haath apne dark grey underwear par rakha, jahan uska lund is jalan ki aag mein abhi bhi lohe ki tarah tana hua tha.
Par Rahul ek aam, gusse mein aakar bewakoofi karne wala ladka nahi tha. Wo ek mastermind tha. Wo jaanta tha ki agar usne abhi koi tamasha kiya, toh Trupti usse hamesha ke liye door ho jayegi. Use Trupti ko wapas paana tha—ek Maa ki tarah nahi, balki apni ek private, submissive gulam (slave) ki tarah. Aur iske liye, use apne raaste ke sabse bade kaante, Abhay, ko hamesha ke liye ukhad kar phekna tha.
Rahul aahista se apne bistar se utha. Usne ek black t-shirt pehni aur dabe paaon kamre se bahar nikal aaya.
Villa ka bada sa living room andhere mein dooba tha. Raat ki party ka kachra, khaali bottles aur chashme idhar-udhar bikhre the. Rahul ki baaz jaisi nazrein theek us wall cabinet (locker area) par jaakar rukin, jahan sabne apne ahem saamaan aur bags rakhe the. Nashe aur jaldi-baazi mein, Abhay ne apne backpack ki chain poori tarah band nahi ki thi.
Rahul dabe paaon us cabinet ke paas pahuncha. Usne aahista se Abhay ka bag khola aur usme se uska sleek, silver Apple MacBook bahar nikaal liya.
Rahul is raat ka kabse intezaar kar raha tha. Use pata tha ki Abhay ke is laptop mein ek aisi cheez chhipi hai jo kisi ki bhi zindagi barbaad kar sakti hai. Election ke time par jab unhone Vikki ko nanga karke bhagaya tha, tab Abhay ne insurance ke taur par Vikki ka ek aur bhayanak video apne paas save kar liya tha. Ye video Vikki ke nange daudne ka nahi tha... balki ye ek aisa video tha jisme 'Macho' aur gunda banne wala Vikki, nashe ki halat mein ek male gigolo (ladke) ke saath compromising aur behad gandi position mein tha. Vikki jaisi political aur ghamandi family (jiske pita ek dabang MLA the) ke liye, unke bete ka gay/bisexual angle unki izzat ka janaza nikalne ke liye kaafi tha.
Rahul ne laptop ko living room ke ek andhere kone mein rakha aur screen on ki. Password prompt samne aaya.
Rahul ke hothon par ek shaitani muskaan tair gayi. Usne trip ke pehle din hi, ek group photo upload karte waqt Abhay ko casually apna password type karte hue dekh liya tha. Rahul ne keyboard par tezi se ungliyan chalayi— 'Tru@Progress21' —aur Click! Laptop unlock ho gaya. Abhay ne apna password bhi Trupti aur apni party ke naam par rakha tha, jo Rahul ke gusse ko aur bhadka gaya.
"Bada aashiq banta hai tu Abhay," Rahul ne andhere mein fusfusate hue kaha. "Aaj teri yahi aashiqui teri qabr khodegi."
Rahul ne jaldi se files search ki. D: Drive ke ek hidden folder mein use wo file mil gayi—'V_Backup.mp4'. Rahul ne us file par click kiya aur use mute par play kiya.
Screen par Vikki ki wo sharmnaak aur ghinoni halat dekh kar Rahul ka seena ghamand se chauda ho gaya. Ye ek aisi maut thi jo Vikki ko jeete-ji maar dalti. Rahul ne turant apni pocket se ek encrypted USB pendrive nikaali aur laptop mein insert ki. Usne do minute ke andar wo poori file apni pendrive mein copy kar li.
Par Rahul ka plan sirf is video ko churana nahi tha. Use Abhay ko is tarah fasaana tha ki Abhay ke paas bachne ka koi raasta na bache.
Rahul ne laptop ka Wi-Fi connect kiya aur browser open kiya. Usne Dark Web ke tor browser aur ek VPN ka istemaal karke, ek temporary, anonymous email id create ki. Par usne jaan-bhoojh kar is account ko banate waqt Abhay ke laptop ka IP address aur MAC address ki digital footprints (traces) waise hi chhod di. Usne browser ki history ko delete kiya, par aisi jagah deep system logs mein kuch aisi files chhod di jo koi basic cyber expert check kare toh seedha Abhay ki taraf ishara karein. Usne us fake account mein video ko draft mein save kar diya.
Sab kuch karne ke baad, Rahul ne pendrive nikaali aur laptop ko waise hi band karke chup-chap Abhay ke bag mein wapas rakh diya. Usne apni t-shirt ke sleeve se laptop par pade apne fingerprints bhi saaf kar diye.
Kaam poori safaai se ho chuka tha.
Rahul living room ki badi glass window ke paas aakar khada ho gaya. Bahar samandar ki lehrein takra rahi thin. Usne apni jeb mein padi us thandi pendrive ko apni mutthi mein kaskar daba liya. Uske dimaag mein uska aage ka 'Masterplan' kisi movie ki tarah chalne laga.
"Main is bomb ko abhi nahi phodunga," Rahul ne khud se muskurate hue kaha. "Abhi toh vacation shuru hui hai. Trupti ko Abhay ke saath ye pyaar bhare din jeene dunga. Use aadat lagne dunga is khushi ki. Use lagne dunga ki uski life perfect ho chuki hai."
Rahul ka dimaag kitna zehreela tha, ye uski aage ki soch bata rahi thi.
"Jaise hi vacation khatam hogi aur college khulega... theek pehle din, main is video ko poore college forum aur social media par leak kar dunga. Saath mein Vikki ke MLA baap ko tag karunga. Video viral hoga, bhayanak aag lagegi. Vikki ki family izzat bachane ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak jayegi. Cyber security officer investigation karegi... aur saare saboot, saare digital traces kahan point karenge? Seedha humare College CR aur naye neta—Abhay Pratap Singh par!"
Rahul ki aankhein fati ki fati thin aur wo nashe mein dooba hua apna aage ka vision dekh raha tha.
"MLA ka pressure itna bhayanak hoga ki college management Abhay ko nikal bahar karegi. security officer use utha legi. Aur sabse mazedar baat... Abhay kahan se kahan tak Trupti ka naam aane nahi dega. Wo 'Mahan Aashiq' ban kar, apne doston aur Trupti ki izzat bachane ke liye saara ilzaam apne sar le lega! Uska hero banna hi uski aukaat mitti mein mila dega. Vikki wahan se barbaad... Abhay college se aur Trupti ki zindagi se expel!"
Rahul ne ek lambi, atma-sंतुष्टि (self-satisfied) se bhari saans li.
"Aur jab Abhay chala jayega... tab Trupti poori tarah akeli ho jayegi. Toot jayegi. Wo apni is chheen li gayi mohabbat ke gam mein royegi... aur uske aansu pochna kiska kaam hoga? Uske pyare, understanding aur supportive bete ka—Mera."
Rahul ne sheeshe mein apne aks (reflection) ko dekha.
"Tab main uske paas jaunga. Use support dunga. Uske akelepan ko door karunga. Lekin is baar ek bete ki tarah nahi, ek mard ki tarah. Main us Sati-Savitri aurat ke andar ki 'College Girl' ka wo haal karunga, jiske baad wo kisi aur mard ki taraf dekhna toh door, sochne se bhi kaanpegi. Uski gaand aur uske boobs sirf mere lund ki property ban kar rahenge. Game over, Abhay... Game over!"
Rahul ne muskurate hue apna haath window se hataya aur wapas dabe paaon apne kamre ki taraf chala gaya.
Upar kamre mein soti hui Trupti ko is baat ka zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki jis bete ko wo apna sabse bada sahaara aur dost samajh rahi thi, wahi beta uski zindagi, uske naye pyaar aur uski azaadi ka janaza nikalne ka poora intezam kar chuka tha. Goa ki aakhri raat ne aane wale toofan ki buniyaad rakh di thi, aur ab bas vacation khatam hone ka intezaar tha.
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