23-08-2026, 03:13 PM
Ghar bilkul sunsan tha. Menaka aur Ayan ke bina pure flat mein ek ajeeb sa sannata phaila hua tha. Prakash apne laptop screen ke samne baitha tha, thoda bore hote hue pehle emails check kiye aur phir dhyan bhatkane ke liye CCTV feed khol li. Living room khali, balcony khali... har frame mein bas wahi wahi khamoshi. Bore hokar usne camera angle change kiya aur rooftop feed par switch kiya.
Agle hi pal, uske hosh ud gaye.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!"
Screen par jo drishya dikha, use dekhkar main ekdum jhatke se seedha baith gaya. Mera dil tezi se dhadakne laga.
Rooftop par, water tank ke theek peeche, Dara ghutno ke bal baitha tha—puri tarah se naked, muh par jagah-jagah neel aur khoon ke nishan. Uske haath peeche rassi se kaske bande hue the. Aur wahi banda jo abhi tak mere bed par khraate maar raha tha, woh Dara ke paas khada tha. Usne Bina kisi reham ke Dara ke pet mein ek zoradar kick maari aur Tamil mein gundon jaise gaaliyon ki bauchar karne laga. Yeh koi aur nahi, Vimla ka pati Muthu tha.
Uske bagal mein, Vimla khud naked state mein ghutno par padi rorahi thi. Usne Muthu ke pair tightly pakad rakhe the aur Tamil mein gidgida kar use rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Lekin Muthu par jaise khoon sawar tha.
Usne kuch hi doori par Banke khada tha, ekdum lachar. Uske peeche ek chautha banda tha—ekdum thuggish, gunda type look—jisne Banke ki gardan par ek dharadar chhuri tikayi hui thi. Yahan kya chal raha tha, mujhe ghanta kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha.
Muthu aur uska dost Senthil milkar Dara ki aisi dhunai kar rahe the ki dekhkar hi rooh kaamp jaaye.
Senthil ne Dara ke ribs aur groin mein itni behrami se laat maari ki uski cheekh hawa mein ghut kar reh gayi. Kuch hi second mein Dara puri tarah khoon se lathpath hokar behosh gaya. Vimla do-haath jodkar reham ki bheekh maangti rahi, uski cheekhein pure terrace mein goonj rahi thi, jabki Banke gardan par chhuri rakhe, lachar aankhon se yeh sab hota hua dekh raha tha.
Prakash ki aankhein screen par tiki ki tiki reh gayi. Rooftop ka camera view ek khaufnaak nightmare mein badal chuka tha, aur wo chah kar bhi apni nazar nahi hata pa raha tha.
Muthu ke chehre par waahshiyat saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne behosh padne se pehle hi Dara ko baalon se pakadkar upar kheencaha. "Randi ke bacche! Meri biwi par nazar daalta hai?" Muthu Tamil mein chillaya aur poore zor se Dara ke chehre par ek zordar ghoonsa jad diya. Dara ke muh se khoon ka phawara phoot pada.
Muthu ke saath Senthil bhi poore josh mein tha. Senthil ne Dara ki pasliyon (ribs) par ek ke baad ek kayi kick maari. Ribs ke tootne ki aawaz jaise screen ke aar-paar sunayi de rahi thi. Un dono ne milkar Dara ko literally destroy kar diya tha—uska jism jagah-jagah se neela pad chuka tha, muh suja hua tha aur wo aadhi behoshi ki haalat mein zameen par pada bas karah raha tha.
Vimla zameen par ghisat-ghisat kar Muthu ke pair pakadne ki koshish kar rahi thi. "Muthu, ennai manichidu! Use mat maaro, wo mar jayega! Reham karo!" wo Tamil mein foot-foot kar ro rahi thi, haath jodkar bheekh maang rahi thi.
Lekin Muthu ka gussa aasmaan chhoo raha tha. Usne Vimla ko ek zordar laat maari aur wahi zameen par patak diya.
"Chup kar, raand!" Muthu us par chillaya, uski aankhon mein nafrat thi. "Tujhe apne pati se wafa nahi hui?
Is kutte ke saath so rahi thi tu? Meri izzat ka kachra kar diya tum dono ne!" Woh use gandi-gandi gaaliyaan deta raha, uski har cheekh par uske charitra par keechad uchhalta raha.
Iss poore maahol mein jahan khauf aur khoon-kharaba tha, wahin thodi door khada Banke ekdum shaant tha.
Gardan par chhuri tiki hone ke bawajood, uske chehre par ek dheeemi, shaatir smile aagayi thi. Sab kuch bilkul waise hi ho raha tha jaisa usne plan kiya tha. Dara ka khatma, Vimla ka zaleel hona, aur Muthu ka gussa—uski script ka har ek character apna role perfectly play kar raha tha. Uski chaal kamyab ho chuki thi.
Prakash ki saans jaise gale mein hi atakk gayi thi. Laptop screen se nikalti lights ke beech, rooftop par chal raha wo khaufnaak khel khatam hone ka naam hi nahi le raha tha.
Muthu aur Senthil par khoon sawar tha. Dara ab zameen par poori tarah lifeless pada tha, uska jism bina kisi halchal ke aadh-marra sa pada hua tha. Muh se nikalta khoon zameen par phail chuka tha. Senthil ne ek aakhri zordar kick uske pet mein maari, par iss baar Dara ke muh se koi cheekh bhi nahi nikli—wo poori tarah unconscious ho chuka tha.
Vimla zameen par baal bikhare, haath jode bilakh-bilakh kar ro rahi thi, uski aawaz aape se bahar ho chuki thi.
Muthu ne gusse mein aakar Dara ke baal pakadkar uska sar upar uthaya, par Dara ka sar wapas bejan hokar zameen par gir pada.
Tabhi Banke ne maahol ki seriousness ko samjha. Chehre ki wo shaatir smile gayab ho gayi aur uski jagah ek ajeeb sa darr aa gaya. Agar Dara rooftop par hi mar gaya, toh plan safal hone ki jagah case ban jayega aur security officer poore mamle ko lapet mein le legi.
Banke ne gardan par lagi chhuri ki parwah kiye bina, thoda aage hokar haath uthaya.
"Bas kar Muthu! Bas kar Senthil!" Banke ne chillakar kaha, uski aawaz mein tharrtharahat thi. "Chhod do ab use! Mar jayega bhenchod yeh! Agar yeh rooftop par mar gaya na, toh case ban jayega aur hum sab andar jayenge. Iska hisaab ho gaya, ab chhod do ise!"
Muthu ne haanphte hue Dara ki taraf dekha. Uska gussa abhi bhi thanda nahi hua tha, lekin Banke ki baat mein dum tha. Jail jaane ka darr dono ke chehre par saaf dikhne laga. Senthil ne knife Banke ki gardan se hataya aur use peeche dhakel diya.
"Tujhe toh baad mein dekhunga," Muthu ne Vimla ki taraf thookte hue gaali di. "Aaj ke baad agar yeh kutta teri zindagi mein dikha, toh jaan se maar doonga dono ko."
Dono ne ek aakhri baar Dara ke bejan jism ko dekha aur bina koi waqt ganwaye terrace ke darwaze ki taraf bhag gaye. Unke jaate hi rooftop par ek sanasani phail gayi.
Vimla ghisat-ghisat kar Dara ke paas pahounchi. "Dara... Dara utho! Netri... Kadhawule!" wo Tamil mein ronte hue use hosh mein laane ki koshish karne lagi. Uski aakhon se aansu rukaney ka naam nahi le rahe the.
Banke ne jaldi se aage badhkar Dara ki pulse check ki. Dhadkan bohot dheemi chal rahi thi. "Yeh toh gaya kaam se agar ise abhi medical help nahi mili," Banke ne ghabraahat mein kaha.
"Banke please, ise bachalo! Hum ise hospital le chalte hain," Vimla ne Banke ke pair pakad liye.
Banke ne dhyan se socha—private hospital gaye toh poori inquiry hogi, security officer case banega aur paise bhi lagenge.
"Chupchap kapde pehno dono! Hum ise Government Hospital le ja rahe hain, wahan casualty mein aaram se daakhil ho jayega aur security officer ko 'unidentified assault' ka bahana bana denge."
Donon ne fat-afat kapde pehne. Banke ne Dara ko jaise-taise apne shoulders par uthaya, uska adha-marra jism bojh ki tarah latak raha tha.
Vimla ne peeche se sahara diya. Dono use kisi tarah neeche le aaye aur gaddi mein daal kar nazdeeki Government Hospital ki taraf bhaage. CCTV screen par ab sirf rooftop ka khali floor aur khoon ke dhabbe bache the, aur Prakash apne room mein baitha bas shok mein screen ko taakta reh gaya.
Agle hi pal, uske hosh ud gaye.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!"
Screen par jo drishya dikha, use dekhkar main ekdum jhatke se seedha baith gaya. Mera dil tezi se dhadakne laga.
Rooftop par, water tank ke theek peeche, Dara ghutno ke bal baitha tha—puri tarah se naked, muh par jagah-jagah neel aur khoon ke nishan. Uske haath peeche rassi se kaske bande hue the. Aur wahi banda jo abhi tak mere bed par khraate maar raha tha, woh Dara ke paas khada tha. Usne Bina kisi reham ke Dara ke pet mein ek zoradar kick maari aur Tamil mein gundon jaise gaaliyon ki bauchar karne laga. Yeh koi aur nahi, Vimla ka pati Muthu tha.
Uske bagal mein, Vimla khud naked state mein ghutno par padi rorahi thi. Usne Muthu ke pair tightly pakad rakhe the aur Tamil mein gidgida kar use rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Lekin Muthu par jaise khoon sawar tha.
Usne kuch hi doori par Banke khada tha, ekdum lachar. Uske peeche ek chautha banda tha—ekdum thuggish, gunda type look—jisne Banke ki gardan par ek dharadar chhuri tikayi hui thi. Yahan kya chal raha tha, mujhe ghanta kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha.
Muthu aur uska dost Senthil milkar Dara ki aisi dhunai kar rahe the ki dekhkar hi rooh kaamp jaaye.
Senthil ne Dara ke ribs aur groin mein itni behrami se laat maari ki uski cheekh hawa mein ghut kar reh gayi. Kuch hi second mein Dara puri tarah khoon se lathpath hokar behosh gaya. Vimla do-haath jodkar reham ki bheekh maangti rahi, uski cheekhein pure terrace mein goonj rahi thi, jabki Banke gardan par chhuri rakhe, lachar aankhon se yeh sab hota hua dekh raha tha.
Prakash ki aankhein screen par tiki ki tiki reh gayi. Rooftop ka camera view ek khaufnaak nightmare mein badal chuka tha, aur wo chah kar bhi apni nazar nahi hata pa raha tha.
Muthu ke chehre par waahshiyat saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne behosh padne se pehle hi Dara ko baalon se pakadkar upar kheencaha. "Randi ke bacche! Meri biwi par nazar daalta hai?" Muthu Tamil mein chillaya aur poore zor se Dara ke chehre par ek zordar ghoonsa jad diya. Dara ke muh se khoon ka phawara phoot pada.
Muthu ke saath Senthil bhi poore josh mein tha. Senthil ne Dara ki pasliyon (ribs) par ek ke baad ek kayi kick maari. Ribs ke tootne ki aawaz jaise screen ke aar-paar sunayi de rahi thi. Un dono ne milkar Dara ko literally destroy kar diya tha—uska jism jagah-jagah se neela pad chuka tha, muh suja hua tha aur wo aadhi behoshi ki haalat mein zameen par pada bas karah raha tha.
Vimla zameen par ghisat-ghisat kar Muthu ke pair pakadne ki koshish kar rahi thi. "Muthu, ennai manichidu! Use mat maaro, wo mar jayega! Reham karo!" wo Tamil mein foot-foot kar ro rahi thi, haath jodkar bheekh maang rahi thi.
Lekin Muthu ka gussa aasmaan chhoo raha tha. Usne Vimla ko ek zordar laat maari aur wahi zameen par patak diya.
"Chup kar, raand!" Muthu us par chillaya, uski aankhon mein nafrat thi. "Tujhe apne pati se wafa nahi hui?
Is kutte ke saath so rahi thi tu? Meri izzat ka kachra kar diya tum dono ne!" Woh use gandi-gandi gaaliyaan deta raha, uski har cheekh par uske charitra par keechad uchhalta raha.
Iss poore maahol mein jahan khauf aur khoon-kharaba tha, wahin thodi door khada Banke ekdum shaant tha.
Gardan par chhuri tiki hone ke bawajood, uske chehre par ek dheeemi, shaatir smile aagayi thi. Sab kuch bilkul waise hi ho raha tha jaisa usne plan kiya tha. Dara ka khatma, Vimla ka zaleel hona, aur Muthu ka gussa—uski script ka har ek character apna role perfectly play kar raha tha. Uski chaal kamyab ho chuki thi.
Prakash ki saans jaise gale mein hi atakk gayi thi. Laptop screen se nikalti lights ke beech, rooftop par chal raha wo khaufnaak khel khatam hone ka naam hi nahi le raha tha.
Muthu aur Senthil par khoon sawar tha. Dara ab zameen par poori tarah lifeless pada tha, uska jism bina kisi halchal ke aadh-marra sa pada hua tha. Muh se nikalta khoon zameen par phail chuka tha. Senthil ne ek aakhri zordar kick uske pet mein maari, par iss baar Dara ke muh se koi cheekh bhi nahi nikli—wo poori tarah unconscious ho chuka tha.
Vimla zameen par baal bikhare, haath jode bilakh-bilakh kar ro rahi thi, uski aawaz aape se bahar ho chuki thi.
Muthu ne gusse mein aakar Dara ke baal pakadkar uska sar upar uthaya, par Dara ka sar wapas bejan hokar zameen par gir pada.
Tabhi Banke ne maahol ki seriousness ko samjha. Chehre ki wo shaatir smile gayab ho gayi aur uski jagah ek ajeeb sa darr aa gaya. Agar Dara rooftop par hi mar gaya, toh plan safal hone ki jagah case ban jayega aur security officer poore mamle ko lapet mein le legi.
Banke ne gardan par lagi chhuri ki parwah kiye bina, thoda aage hokar haath uthaya.
"Bas kar Muthu! Bas kar Senthil!" Banke ne chillakar kaha, uski aawaz mein tharrtharahat thi. "Chhod do ab use! Mar jayega bhenchod yeh! Agar yeh rooftop par mar gaya na, toh case ban jayega aur hum sab andar jayenge. Iska hisaab ho gaya, ab chhod do ise!"
Muthu ne haanphte hue Dara ki taraf dekha. Uska gussa abhi bhi thanda nahi hua tha, lekin Banke ki baat mein dum tha. Jail jaane ka darr dono ke chehre par saaf dikhne laga. Senthil ne knife Banke ki gardan se hataya aur use peeche dhakel diya.
"Tujhe toh baad mein dekhunga," Muthu ne Vimla ki taraf thookte hue gaali di. "Aaj ke baad agar yeh kutta teri zindagi mein dikha, toh jaan se maar doonga dono ko."
Dono ne ek aakhri baar Dara ke bejan jism ko dekha aur bina koi waqt ganwaye terrace ke darwaze ki taraf bhag gaye. Unke jaate hi rooftop par ek sanasani phail gayi.
Vimla ghisat-ghisat kar Dara ke paas pahounchi. "Dara... Dara utho! Netri... Kadhawule!" wo Tamil mein ronte hue use hosh mein laane ki koshish karne lagi. Uski aakhon se aansu rukaney ka naam nahi le rahe the.
Banke ne jaldi se aage badhkar Dara ki pulse check ki. Dhadkan bohot dheemi chal rahi thi. "Yeh toh gaya kaam se agar ise abhi medical help nahi mili," Banke ne ghabraahat mein kaha.
"Banke please, ise bachalo! Hum ise hospital le chalte hain," Vimla ne Banke ke pair pakad liye.
Banke ne dhyan se socha—private hospital gaye toh poori inquiry hogi, security officer case banega aur paise bhi lagenge.
"Chupchap kapde pehno dono! Hum ise Government Hospital le ja rahe hain, wahan casualty mein aaram se daakhil ho jayega aur security officer ko 'unidentified assault' ka bahana bana denge."
Donon ne fat-afat kapde pehne. Banke ne Dara ko jaise-taise apne shoulders par uthaya, uska adha-marra jism bojh ki tarah latak raha tha.
Vimla ne peeche se sahara diya. Dono use kisi tarah neeche le aaye aur gaddi mein daal kar nazdeeki Government Hospital ki taraf bhaage. CCTV screen par ab sirf rooftop ka khali floor aur khoon ke dhabbe bache the, aur Prakash apne room mein baitha bas shok mein screen ko taakta reh gaya.
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