Thriller गुनाहों का देवता

[Jay Thakur]

Rishtedaaron Ki Awaazein

Ab Bhavik ne un recordings ko dhoondhna shuru kiya, jo Jay ne accident wale din apne jaanne waalon aur rishtedaaron se baat karte waqt record ki thin.

Use kai recordings mil gayin.

Usne ek-ek karke sunna shuru kiya.

Shahnaz Begum ki awaaz sunaai di. Phir Nasreen Begum, Parveen Begum aur Yasmeen Begum ki.

Har baatcheet mein Jay ki bechaini saaf mehsoos hoti thi.

Woh madad maang raha tha. Kam se kam kuch samay ke liye rehne ki jagah chaah raha tha. Woh unhein apne Papa ke saath unke puraane rishte ki yaad dila raha tha.

Lekin jawaab mein use inkaar mila.

Kisi ne Mahendra se takraav ka darr bataaya.

Kisi ne kaha ki uske Papa ne jo madad ki thi, woh unka apna faisla tha.

Kisi ne khoon ka rishta na hone ki baat kahi.

Aur kisi ne use dobara phone na karne ke liye keh diya.

Bhavik ne recording rok di.

Uske chehre par gambhirta thi.

“Jab Jay ke Papa zinda the, tab in sabke beech itna achha rishta tha. Lekin aaj, jab Jay ko zaroorat padi, toh kisi ne uska saath nahi diya.”

Phir usne Jay ke Mama aur Mosi ki recordings sunin.

Unke jawaab bhi alag nahi the.

Har jagah se Jay ko niraasha mili thi.

Bhavik ko ab samajh aane laga tha ki accident wali raat Jay sirf zakhmi nahi tha. Woh maansik roop se bhi buri tarah toot chuka tha.

Aur Phir Mila Notepad

Bhavik ab tak phone mein maujood tasveeron, messages aur recordings ko dekhkar Jay ki zindagi ki ek tasveer bana chuka tha.

Lekin tabhi uski nazar ek application par padi.

Notepad.

Usne use khola.

Andar kai notes the. Kuch chhote, kuch lambe. Kuch mein tareekhein likhi thin, kuch mein naam, ghatnaayein aur zaroori baatein.

Bhavik ki aankhon mein dilchaspi badh gayi.

“Achha… toh Jay apni baatein likhkar bhi rakhta tha.”

Usne pehla note khola.

Usmein Jay ne apni zindagi se judi kuch baatein likhi thin—apne Papa ke baare mein, parivaar ke baare mein aur un ghatnaon ke baare mein, jo uske saath hui thin.

Doosre note mein kuch alag jaankaari thi.

Teesre mein kuch naam aur unse judi baatein.

Kuchh notes me password details thi, phone aur banking ki..

Bhavik har note ko dhyaan se padhne laga. Woh kisi bhi baat ko nazarandaaz nahi karna chahta tha.

Use samajh aa raha tha ki Jay ne yeh notes kyun likhe honge.

Jab insaan ke aas-paas ke log uski baat sunna band kar dete hain, tab kabhi-kabhi woh apni baatein kaagaz par ya phone mein likhne lagta hai—taaki kam se kam uske apne sach kahin toh surakshit rahen.

Bhavik ne ek aur note khola.

Phir ek aur.

Uski aankhein screen par jami rahin.

Kuch hi der mein uska chehra badalne laga. Ab woh sirf Jay ki zindagi ke baare mein utsuk nahi tha. Woh us zindagi ki gehraai ko mehsoos karne laga tha.

Uske saamne ek aise naujawan ki kahaani khul rahi thi, jisne apne Papa se pyaar aur bharose ke sanskaar seekhe the, lekin ab use apne hi rishtedaaron ke inkaar aur apne Tau ke dhokhe ka saamna karna pad raha tha.

Bhavik ne mobile ko mazbooti se pakad liya.

“Jay Singh Rathore… tumhare saath jo hua, uski poori kahaani mujhe jaanani hogi.”

Usne Notepad mein agla note kholne ke liye ungli badhaayi.

Use abhi andaaza nahi tha ki in notes mein aage kya likha hai.

Lekin ek baat 
tay thi—

Jay ka mobile ab sirf uski yaadon ka zariya nahi tha. Woh uski zindagi ka likha hua saboot tha, aur Bhavik ab us sach ko padhne wala tha jise duniya ne ab tak suna hi nahi tha.

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