Kavya ka samarpan

[Mann.12@]

4
Krish - The Emperor of Shadows

50th floor, corner room, glass walls. City ki neeche ki raushni uske chehre par padti hai - sharp features, cold eyes, koi expression nahi.
32 saal ka hai. Duniya ke sabse ameer logo mein naam aata hai. Forbes list mein top 10, par asli wealth koi nahi jaanta. Itna zyada hai ki ginti bhi nahi.
Power? Uske paas sab hai. Natiomal or international Politics mein strong connections . security officer? Har city mein uska aadmi - Commissioner level tak. Underworld? Dubai se leke Mumbai tak, sab usse permission lete hain. Legal, illegal - dono mein equally powerful. Koi farq nahi uske liye.
Dikhta white collared businessman hai. Suits - Tom Ford, Brioni. Meetings mein rarely dikhta. Kyunki managers handle karte hain sab. CEO, COO, CFO - sab hired. Wo sirf strategy banata hai. Strict hai apne business ko lekar - koi galti bardasht nahi.
Par yeh sirf ek side hai.
Asli power andar hai. "The Emperor" ke naam se jaanta hai underworld mein. Arms dealing, high-end networks, betting - sab control mein. Par khud kuch nahi karta. Baithke plan banata hai. Pieces move karta hai. Sab uske managers handle karte hain.
Koi emotion nahi. Koi attachment nahi. Perfectionist.
Jo chahe wo haasil karta hai. Paisa, power, kuch bhi. Bas jo decide kr le,..

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**Krish ka Personal Rooftop Office cum Rest Area**

50th floor ke upar open rooftop tha. Glass walls se ghera hua, city ki lights neeche jaise unke pairon tale ki jagmagahat ho. Corner mein sleek black desk tha - laptop, minimal setup. Side mein lounge chairs, ek small bar area. Yahan kaam bhi karta tha, rest bhi. Wind chal rahi thi, thandi hawa. City ki awaaz upar tak aati thi, par dheemi. Private sanctuary tha yeh - koi nahi aata tha yahan bina permission ke.

Krish abhi kaam khatam karke wahan baitha tha. Leather chair mein, relaxed. Mobile haath mein tha. Screen par Kavya ki photo khuli thi - dance floor wali, black dress mein, smile karti hui. Dekh raha tha.

Phone uthaya. Dial kiya.

**Sam**

Sam - 40s ka, chhota sa, glasses, hamesha suit mein. Krish ka sabse bharosemand aur wafadar aadmi. Kai  saalo se saath tha. Har kaam karta tha - legal, illegal, sab. Krish ke liye jaan bhi de sakta tha. Itna loyal ki koi sawaal nahi karta tha. Bas sunta tha, karta tha.

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"Boss," Sam ki awaaz.

Krish bola, "Mene jo kaam bola tha uska kya hua? Woh ladki..."

Sam ne jawab diya, "Boss, uski details nikali hain. Uska naam Kavya hai. 28 saal ki. Isi shahar ki rehne wali hai. Aur... aapki hi IT company mein junior developer hai. 2 saal se kaam kar rahi hai wahan."

Krish ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas suna.

Sam ne aage kaha, "Salary 6 lakh per annum. Middle class family. Flat mein rehti hai, akeli. Baaki details..."

Krish ne bola, "Bhejo. Saari details. Address, family, daily routine, social media, past relationships - sab kuch. Abhi."

"Ji boss. Bhej raha hoon," Sam ne kaha.

Call khatam.

Krish ne phone table par rakha. Screen par Kavya ki photo dekhti rahi.

"Kavya..." usne kaha, awaaz mein woh familiar coldness. "Meri company mein... interesting."

Call khatam hue 5 minute hue the. Krish ke paas ek secure tablet tha - military grade encryption, koi hack nahi kar sakta. Screen on ki.
Sam ne bhej diya tha. "Subject: Kavya" - folder khula.
Pehle page par photo thi - office ID wali. Professional smile. Usne zoom kiya. Dekha. "Achhi lag rahi hai formal mein bhi..."

Next - personal details:

**Name:** Kavya  
**Age:** 28  
**Height:** 5'2"  
**Figure:** 32-27-34  
**Bra Size:** 32B  
**Dress Size:** S/M  
**Hair:** Black, long, wavy  
**Eyes:** Dark brown  
**Skin:** Wheatish

Krish ne eyebrow uthaya. "Detailed measurements... Sam ne achha kaam kiya."

Next - family:

**Mother:** 52, housewife  
**Father:** 55, government job  
**Sister:** Kripa, 25, unmarried  
**Status:** Middle class, love marriage parents ki, close family
Next - friends:
**Close Friends:** Riya, Priya, Sameer  
**Colleagues:** Rahul (usne is naam pe thoda ruka), Anjali, others  
**Social Circle:** Limited, introvert

Next - social media:
**Instagram:** Private account, 400 followers, mostly personal photos  
**Facebook:** Inactive  
**WhatsApp:** Regular use  
**Last Post:** 3 din pehle, lunch photo

Krish ne scroll kiya. Photos dekhi. College ki, office ki, family ki. Har photo mein woh natural thi. Filter kam, makeup kam.


**Current Address:** Flat 402, Sunrise Apartments,
**Living:** Alone, 1 BHK  
**Rent:** 25,000/month  
**Lease:** 11 months remaining
Krish ne dekha. "Akeli rehti hai... aasan hoga."

Next - daily routine:

**Morning:** 7 AM uthti, 9:30 AM office  
**Evening:** 6:30 PM ghar, TV, phone  
**Weekend:** Friends se milti, shopping, ghar pe rehti  
**Habits:** Coffee peeti hai, veg hai, drink kabhi kabhi

Last - personal section. Sam ne note kiya tha:

*"Subject sexually active nahi hai currently. Last relationship 8 mahine pehle tha. Abhi single. Private nature hai, open nahi. Fantasy mein interest hai, par real mein conservative approach."*

Krish ne yeh part do baar padha. "Interesting... conservative hai, par potential hai."
Chair mein baitha raha. Soch raha tha. Or baki ki details pr nazar daal rha tha.
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**Tuesday - 11:30 AM - Office**

Kavya apne desk par thi. Normal din tha. Code kar rahi thi. Sab normal or accha chl rha tha..
Phone screen par notification aaya. Mom calling.

"Mom? Office hours mein?" usne socha. Pick up kiya.

"Hello mom, abhi toh office mein hoon, baad me...... Usse phle hi
Mom ki awaaz ro rahi thi. "Kavya... beta... tumhare papa..."
Kavya ka haath ruka. "Kya hua mom? Ro kyun rahi ho?"
"Beta... tumhare papa behosh ho gaye... subah office jaate waqt... road par gir gaye... humne hospital le gaye..."
Kavya khadi ho gayi. "Kya?! Papa theek hain? Kahan ho tum?"
"City Hospital mein hain... ICU mein hain..." mom ro rahi thi.
"Main aati hoon abhi!" Kavya ne kaha, bag uthaya.usne leave liya or fatafat cab krke hospital k liye nikl gyi.....

Idhr hospital me -
Kavya jati hai papa ki halt dekhti hai papa icu me hai, mom se milti hai maa ro rhi hai, wo dr ke cabin me jati hai.

Dr. Mehra ne files band ki. "Rare autoimmune disorder hai. Nervous system attack ho raha hai. 15 din ICU mein rehna padega minimum."
Kavya ne pucha, "Kitna kharcha doctor sahab?"

"Approximately 25-30 lakh. ICU, plasma therapy, high-dose medicines," Dr. Mehra ne kaha.

Kavya ne mom ki taraf dekhi. Dono ke chehre pe tension dikh rahi thi. Itne paise kahan se?

"Uske baad? Kya papa thik ho jynge " Kavya ne pucha.

" Dekhiye ye bimari bhot rare hai, hum iska ilaz kr skte hai pr patient kb thik ho uska koi proper time nhi hai shi hone ka,Har hafte ₹40000 ka injection lena padega. Jbtk thik nahi ho jate pura . Monthly check-ups ₹20,000. Medicines alag se ₹15,000. Total ₹3-4 lakh monthly chahiye ke liye," Dr. Mehra ne kaha.

Kavya calculate kar rahi thi mentally. Papa ki salary band. Apni ₹50,000 monthly. Ghar ka kharcha alag. ₹3-4 lakh monthly? Impossible.

"Doctor sahab... papa job bhi nahi kar sakte hai? " usne pucha.

"Stress bilkul nahi lena hai. Lagbhag 2-3 mahine rest fr halat ko dekhte hue decision lena hoga" Dr. Mehra ne kaha.
Mom ne kaha, "Beta... yeh toh..."
Kavya ne mom ka haath pakda. "Mom, aap chinta mat karo. Main dekh lungi."
Par andar hi andar jaanti thi - yeh impossible sa tha. Savings ₹10 lakh maximum. Monthly expense ₹3-4 lakh. Kahan se layegi?

Dr. Mehra ne kaha, "₹2 lakh advance chahiye hoga, ICU me  shift karna hai."
Kavya ne kaha, "Haan... main arrange kar rahi hoon."
Wo arrenge krke jama krti hai.
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Kavya ka Flat
Kavya sofa par baithi thi. Laptop samne khula tha - bank loan websites. Calculator par hisaab lag rahi thi.
Pass mein Kripa baithi thi - 25 saal ki, choti behen. Dono worried the.
"Di, ₹25 lakh kaise aayenge?" Kripa ne pucha.
"Pata nahi... kal bank jaake dekhungi," Kavya ne kaha.
Phone screen par notification aaya. WhatsApp. Unknown number.
Kavya ne phone uthaya. Message dekha. Screen Kripa se chhupake padha:

*"Hlw kavya, preshan ho? mujhe pta hai tumhare papa ki halat pr tum pareshan mt ho me y sb thik kr skta hu, asl me tum ye sb thik kr skti ho agr chahti ho ya koi or rasta na dikhe to tum mujhe yhi pr msg kr skti ho......"*
Kavya ka haath ruka. Heart tez dhadka. "Kaun hai yeh?"
"Kya hai di?" Kripa ne pucha.
"Kuch nahi... office ka message hai," Kavya ne jhooth bola, phone screen neeche kar diya.
"Accha," Kripa ne kaha, suspicion nahi kiya.
Kavya ne socha - batana chahiye Kripa ko? Nahi. Pehle samajhna hai kaun hai. Kya jaane yeh mere baare mein? Kaise?
Message mein kuch threatening nahi tha. Par kuch comforting tha. "Main sab theek kar sakta hoon..."
Reply karne ka mann kiya. Phir ruka. "Nahi. Pehle kal bank try karti hoon. Agar kuch nahi hua toh... sochungi."
Phone pocket mein daal diya. Message ignore kar diya - abhi ke liye.
"Chal so jaate hain. Kal subah hospital bhi jaana hai," Kavya ne kaha.
"Ha di," Kripa ne kaha.
Dono so gayi. Par Kavya ne woh message delete nahi kiya. Phone mein pada tha. Raat ko do baar uthke dekha.
Yeh raha scene:

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**3 Din Baad - Shaam - Kavya ka Flat**

Bank gayi thi. Ghar ki property papa ke naam pe thi, loan nahi mila. Legal heir certificate chahiye tha, 2-3 mahine lagenge. Papa ke friends se baat ki - kuch ₹2-3 lakh de sakte the, par ₹25 lakh kahan se?

Mom hospital mein thi. Kripa ne bhi relatives ko phone lagaye, sab ne madad ka waada kiya par kuch confirm nahi.

Kavya sofa par baithi thi. Akeli. Kripa hospital gayi thi mom ke paas.

Samne laptop. Har website kholi - loan apps, NBFC, sab. Har jagah rejection. Har jagah collateral.

"Hell nahi hai yeh..." usne kaha. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. ₹25 lakh immediate. Monthly ₹3-4 lakh. Kahan se?
Phone haath mein tha.
Tabhi... phone buzz hua. WhatsApp notification.
Same unknown number.
Kavya ne jaldi se khola. Message:
*"Agr tum chaho to tumhara har problem solve ho skta hai, agr chti ho to niche is address pr aa jana or tum pta kr skti ho tumhare dad ki hospital ki fees wgrh sb paid ho chuki hai, or y isliye taki tum isko koi froud ya jhut na smjho..."*

Neeche ek address tha -
South city , rich south area. ek luxury hotel ka private meeting area hai. 5-star hotel, private lounge/meeting area.

Kavya ne padha. Baar baar padha.
"Fees... paid ho chuki hai?" usne kaha, awaaz kaanp rahi thi. "Kaun karega aisa? Bina baat kiye?"
Hospital ko call kiya. Receptionist se pucha - "Papa ki fees ka kya status hai?"

Receptionist ne check kiya. "Madam, aapke father ki ICU fees, medicines, sab paid ho chuki hai. din me hi ho gya tha . Advance me sab  clear hai."
Kavya ka phone haath se chhut gaya. "Paid? Kaun? Kaise?"
"Pata nahi madam. Accounts se pata chalega. Par payment aa chuka hai. Aapko kuch dene ki zarurat nahi abhi," receptionist ne kaha.
Kavya behosh hone wali thi. Sab kuch paid? Bina usse pooche? Kaun?
Phone uthaya. Message dekha. Address.
Samajh nahi aa raha tha. Uthi. Ready hui. Message reply kiya:
*"Aap kaun ho? Fees aapne pay ki?"*
Turant reply aaya:
*"Aa jao. Sab pata chal jayega. Akele aana."*
Kavya ne dekha. Heart tez dhadak raha tha. Kripa ko message kiya - "Kuch kaam se bahar ja rahi hoon."