14-09-2026, 02:05 PM
SEASON 2 — CHAPTER 3
[PART 1: VARTAMAN (PRESENT) — DELEMA AUR PAHLI SHART]
Dopahar ke 2:45 baj rahe the. Musladaar baarish ruk chuki thi, lekin aasmaan mein abhi bhi kaale badal ghire hue the.
Sonam ka dil seene mein tezz aawaz ke saath dhadak raha tha. Usne kitchen mein rakhe first-aid box ko dekha, fir door khidki ke bahar ghaas aur jhadiyon ke beech dekha. Blackmailer ka message saaf tha: 3 baje pichhle darwaze par aao, nahi toh Vikram ki photo aur audio clips public kar di jayengi.
Sonam ke dimaag mein ek taraf pati aur parivaar ke sanskar the, toh doosri taraf Vikram ke saath judaa woh 3-second ka aatmik sparsh aur unki duty-bound izzat.
"Sonam... tum zaroorat se zyada soch rahi ho. Darne se baat nahi banegi, ab samna karna hi hoga," Sonam ne khud se kaha aur deep breath liya.
Usne ek chhota sa metallic scale/knife apni saree ke pallu mein chhupaya—apni suraksha ke liye. 3 baje, woh chupke se ghar ke pichhle darwaze se bahar nikli.
[PART 2: PICHHLE DARWAZE PAR SAMNA — A NAYEE CHETAVANI]
Ghar ke pichhle hissed mein lambi-lambi jhadiyaan aur purana aam ka ped tha, jahan dhalati shaam mein hamesha andhera rehta tha.
Jab Sonam jhadiyon ko paar karke ped ke paas pahuche, toh wahan ek lambi height wala aadmi rain-coat pehne khada tha. Uska chehra hood se dhaka hua tha. Uski kamar par ek purana bag latak raha tha.
Sonam ne thode fasle par ruk kar, apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake dridhh banate hue kaha, "Kaun ho tum? Aur IPS Vikram ki tasveer ke sahare mujhe yahan bulane ki himmat kaise hui?"
Woh aadmi dheere se hasa. Uski aawaz mein ek aisi thandak thi jo reenh ki haddi tak mein shihan paida kar de.
"Vikram ki nahi, Sonam ji... aapki tasveer," woh aage badha. "Vikram toh apna kaam karke shehar se nikal gaya. Par aap? Aap iss ghar ki sanskari bahu hokar ek IPS officer ke sparsh par sharma rahi thi. Kya aapke pati ko pata hai ki jab Vikram aapki rasoi mein khada tha, tab aapke chehre par kya expressions the?"
Sonam ne mutthi bhichi. "Yeh bakwas band karo! Tumhe jo paise chahiye bolo, par Vikram aur mere parivaar ko beech mein mat lao."
"Paise?" Woh aadmi ek kadam aur paas aaya. "Mujhe paison ki bhookh nahi hai. Mujhe toh bas iss sanskari dhal ke peechhe chhipi uss ghabrahat ko dekhne mein maza aata hai. Vikram ne tumhe 3 second chhua... aur tumhare rom-rom mein aag lag gayi. Par tum akele mein kya sochti ho, woh sab mujhe pata hai."
Sonam ne aage badhkar kaha, "Tumhara dimag kharab hai. Main abhi security officer ko phone kar sakti hoon!"
"security officer ko?" Woh aadmi zor se hasa. "Phone karo. Pehla call IPS Vikram ke HQ par jayega. Unki reputation, unka medal, aur unki naukri teenon ek minute mein khatam. Aur tum? Tumhara pati tumhe issi ghar se bahar nikal dega."
Sonam freeze ho gayi. Woh aage kuch nahi bol saki.
[PART 3: NAYA SUSPENSE — EK ANJAAN CHIZ]
Woh aadmi apne jacket ki pocket se ek chhota sa Sealed Envelope (lifafa) nikalta hai aur zameen par phek deta hai.
"Isme ek purani memory chip hai," blackmailer ne kaha. "Isme Vikram ke aane se pehle ka bhi kuch aisa hai jo tumne hamesha ke liye bhulane ki koshish ki thi. Agar chahti ho ki Vikram safe rahe, toh iss lifafe ko kholo aur isme jo task likha hai, use 24 ghante mein poora karo."
Sonam ne kaampte haathon se lifafa uthaya. "Task? Kaisa task?"
"Kal shaam ko pata chal jayega. Aur haan... khidki par roz subah aakar bahar dekhna band mat karna. Kyonki main wahin se nazar rakhta hoon."
Yeh keh kar woh aadmi tezz kadmon se jhadiyon ke beech andhere mein gayab ho gaya.
Sonam wahan akeli khadi rahi. Uska dil darr se kaamp raha tha, lekin saath hi use yeh ehsaas ho raha tha ki Blackmailer unke rishte aur uske akelepan ka fayda uthana chahta hai.
Lifafa haath mein liye Sonam ghar ke andar aayi. Usne lifafa khola... andar memory chip ke saath ek kagaz tha jis par likha tha:
[PART 1: VARTAMAN (PRESENT) — DELEMA AUR PAHLI SHART]
Dopahar ke 2:45 baj rahe the. Musladaar baarish ruk chuki thi, lekin aasmaan mein abhi bhi kaale badal ghire hue the.
Sonam ka dil seene mein tezz aawaz ke saath dhadak raha tha. Usne kitchen mein rakhe first-aid box ko dekha, fir door khidki ke bahar ghaas aur jhadiyon ke beech dekha. Blackmailer ka message saaf tha: 3 baje pichhle darwaze par aao, nahi toh Vikram ki photo aur audio clips public kar di jayengi.
Sonam ke dimaag mein ek taraf pati aur parivaar ke sanskar the, toh doosri taraf Vikram ke saath judaa woh 3-second ka aatmik sparsh aur unki duty-bound izzat.
"Sonam... tum zaroorat se zyada soch rahi ho. Darne se baat nahi banegi, ab samna karna hi hoga," Sonam ne khud se kaha aur deep breath liya.
Usne ek chhota sa metallic scale/knife apni saree ke pallu mein chhupaya—apni suraksha ke liye. 3 baje, woh chupke se ghar ke pichhle darwaze se bahar nikli.
[PART 2: PICHHLE DARWAZE PAR SAMNA — A NAYEE CHETAVANI]
Ghar ke pichhle hissed mein lambi-lambi jhadiyaan aur purana aam ka ped tha, jahan dhalati shaam mein hamesha andhera rehta tha.
Jab Sonam jhadiyon ko paar karke ped ke paas pahuche, toh wahan ek lambi height wala aadmi rain-coat pehne khada tha. Uska chehra hood se dhaka hua tha. Uski kamar par ek purana bag latak raha tha.
Sonam ne thode fasle par ruk kar, apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake dridhh banate hue kaha, "Kaun ho tum? Aur IPS Vikram ki tasveer ke sahare mujhe yahan bulane ki himmat kaise hui?"
Woh aadmi dheere se hasa. Uski aawaz mein ek aisi thandak thi jo reenh ki haddi tak mein shihan paida kar de.
"Vikram ki nahi, Sonam ji... aapki tasveer," woh aage badha. "Vikram toh apna kaam karke shehar se nikal gaya. Par aap? Aap iss ghar ki sanskari bahu hokar ek IPS officer ke sparsh par sharma rahi thi. Kya aapke pati ko pata hai ki jab Vikram aapki rasoi mein khada tha, tab aapke chehre par kya expressions the?"
Sonam ne mutthi bhichi. "Yeh bakwas band karo! Tumhe jo paise chahiye bolo, par Vikram aur mere parivaar ko beech mein mat lao."
"Paise?" Woh aadmi ek kadam aur paas aaya. "Mujhe paison ki bhookh nahi hai. Mujhe toh bas iss sanskari dhal ke peechhe chhipi uss ghabrahat ko dekhne mein maza aata hai. Vikram ne tumhe 3 second chhua... aur tumhare rom-rom mein aag lag gayi. Par tum akele mein kya sochti ho, woh sab mujhe pata hai."
Sonam ne aage badhkar kaha, "Tumhara dimag kharab hai. Main abhi security officer ko phone kar sakti hoon!"
"security officer ko?" Woh aadmi zor se hasa. "Phone karo. Pehla call IPS Vikram ke HQ par jayega. Unki reputation, unka medal, aur unki naukri teenon ek minute mein khatam. Aur tum? Tumhara pati tumhe issi ghar se bahar nikal dega."
Sonam freeze ho gayi. Woh aage kuch nahi bol saki.
[PART 3: NAYA SUSPENSE — EK ANJAAN CHIZ]
Woh aadmi apne jacket ki pocket se ek chhota sa Sealed Envelope (lifafa) nikalta hai aur zameen par phek deta hai.
"Isme ek purani memory chip hai," blackmailer ne kaha. "Isme Vikram ke aane se pehle ka bhi kuch aisa hai jo tumne hamesha ke liye bhulane ki koshish ki thi. Agar chahti ho ki Vikram safe rahe, toh iss lifafe ko kholo aur isme jo task likha hai, use 24 ghante mein poora karo."
Sonam ne kaampte haathon se lifafa uthaya. "Task? Kaisa task?"
"Kal shaam ko pata chal jayega. Aur haan... khidki par roz subah aakar bahar dekhna band mat karna. Kyonki main wahin se nazar rakhta hoon."
Yeh keh kar woh aadmi tezz kadmon se jhadiyon ke beech andhere mein gayab ho gaya.
Sonam wahan akeli khadi rahi. Uska dil darr se kaamp raha tha, lekin saath hi use yeh ehsaas ho raha tha ki Blackmailer unke rishte aur uske akelepan ka fayda uthana chahta hai.
Lifafa haath mein liye Sonam ghar ke andar aayi. Usne lifafa khola... andar memory chip ke saath ek kagaz tha jis par likha tha:
Quote:"Vikram ki uniform bachani hai, toh kal shaam ko 5 baje akele City Library ke basement mein aao."