Badle Ki Shuruaat

Roshni se jagmagata bada sa mehal, lekin andar sirf ek gehri khamoshi aur khauf ka mahaul tha.

Aanya apne laal jodhe me sajhi hui bed par baithi thi. Uske haath thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Uske chehre par khushi ka ek qatrah bhi nahi tha, balki aankhon se continuously aansu beh rahe the. Aaj uski shadi thi—lekin kisi sapno ke rajkumar se nahi, balki underworld ke sabse be-raham insaan Reyansh Singhania se.

अचानक kamre ka darwaza jhatke se khula.

Reyansh andar aaya. Usne apna black suit jacket utar kar sofa par feka aur tie ko thoda dheela kiya. Uski sharp jawline aur dark, piercing eyes me sirf nafrat dikh rahi thi. Uski ek nazar ne hi Aanya ki rooh kaamp di.

Reyansh dheere-dheere Aanya ki taraf badha. Uske jooton ki aawaz floor par goonj rahi thi.

"K-kya... kya chahiye tumhe mujhse?" Aanya ne kisi tarah apne kaampte honton se aawaz nikali, piche hatne ki koshish karte hue.

Reyansh ne aage badhkar Aanya ki chin (thuddi) ko apni sakht ungliyon me itni zor se pakda ki Aanya ki aankhon se dard ke maare cheekh nikal gayi.

"Mujhe?" Reyansh ne ek thandi, jaanlewa muskaan ke saath kaha, "Mujhe tumse kuch nahi chahiye, Aanya. Tumhare baap ne jo mera nuksaan kiya hai, uski keemat chukane ke liye tum yahan laye gaye ho."

"Mene... mene kuch nahi kiya! Mere dad ne jo bhi kiya, usme meri koi galti nahi hai! Please mujhe jaane do!" Aanya girgidayi.

Reyansh uske aur paas jhuka, uski saansein Aanya ke chehre par pad rahi thi, lekin unme koi garmahat nahi thi—sirf baraf si thandak thi.

"Tumhari galti ye hai ki tum uski beti ho," Reyansh ne uski chin ko jhatke se chhoda. "Aaj se tum iss mehal ki malkin nahi ho. Tum bas meri 'Bride' ho—ek aisi bride jise har din apne baap ki galtiyon ki saza milegi."

Aanya ne rote hue apna chehra haathon me chhipa liya. Usne socha tha ki shadi zindagi ka sabse khubsoorat mod hoti hai, lekin use kya pata tha ki ye shadi uske liye ek aisi jail ban jayegi jahan se koi rihaayi nahi thi.

Reyansh darwaze ki taraf badha aur ruk kar peeche dekha, "Welcome to my hell, Mrs. Singhania."

Darwaza zor se band ho gaya, aur kamre me sirf Aanya ke rone ki aawaz baaki reh gayi.

Reyansh ke jaane ke baad kamre me sirf uske bhaari jooton ki aawaz ki goonj aur baraf si thandak reh gayi thi.

Aanya wahi zameen par baith kar bilakh-bilakh kar rone lagi. Uski lal bridal lehenga ab use kisi bojh ki tarah lag raha tha. Usne apne haathon me pehni heavy bangles ko dekha, jinki chamak ab uski kismat par has rahi thi.

"Maa... aapne mujhe kyun chhod diya? Dekhiye na, aapka ye pari jaisa sansar kitna bura hai..." Aanya ne roti hui aawaz me aasmaan ki taraf dekhi.

Achanak darwaza phir khula. Is baar Reyansh nahi, balki ek elderly lady andar aayi. Unke chehre par daya aur afsos ke bhaav the. Unke haath me pani ka glass aur ek plain cotton suit tha.

"Beti... utho," unhone aage badhkar Aanya ke kandhe par haath rakha.

Aanya ne dar kar unki taraf dekha, "Aap... aap kaun hain? Kya aap bhi mujhe saza dene aayi hain?"

"Nahi beti, mai Sunita hoon... iss mehal ki housekeeper. Sir ne mujhe tumhare kapde badalwane aur ye khaana dene ke liye bheja hai," Sunita ji ne narm aawaz me kaha.

Aanya ne pani ka glass liya aur ek hi ghoont me pee gayi. Uski aawaz abhi bhi kaamp rahi thi, "Wo... wo itne be-raham kyun hain? Unhone mujhe kyun baandh kar rakha hai?"

Sunita ji ne ek gehri saans li aur kamre ke darwaze ki taraf dekha, jaise ye asegurar kar rahi hon ki koi sun na raha ho.

"Sir aise pehle nahi the... Lekin 3 saal pehle ek aisi ghatan hui jisne unka dil patthar ka bana diya. Aur uss ghatna ke peeche... tumhare pita ka naam aaya tha. Baaki mai tumhein kuch nahi bata sakti beti. Bas itna kahungi... Reyansh Sir ke gusse se bach kar rehna, wo jo kehte hain wo kar guzarte hain."

Sunita ji ke ye alfaaz Aanya ke dil me ek naye khauf ki lehar daudaye. 3 saal pehle? Aisa kya hua tha?

Sunita ji ke jaane ke baad, Aanya ne wo bhari lehenga utar kar saadha kapda pehn liya. Usne khidki se bahar dekha—poore mehal ke chaaron taraf armed guards (hathiyarband surakshakarmi) pehra de rahe the. Bhaagne ka koi rasta nahi tha.

Tabhi, kamre ke intercom par ek thandi aawaz goonji:

"Mrs. Singhania, neeche dining hall me aao. Abhi."

Reyansh ka hukum tha. Aanya ka dil ek baar phir zor se dhadakne laga. Kahani abhi shuru hui thi, aur har ek kadam par uske liye ek naya imtihan intezar kar raha tha.

Part 2: Dining Hall Ka Khauf

Intercom par Reyansh ki baraf jaisi thandi aawaz sunkar Aanya ke jism me ek shihran daud gayi. Usne apne kaampte haathon se salwar-kameez ko sahi kiya aur aine me apna chehra dekha. Uski aankhein rone ki wajah se laal ho chuki thin aur maang me abhi bhi halka sa sindoor laga hua tha—us shadi ka nishaan jo uske liye ek jail ban chuki thi.

Usne gehri saans li aur kamre ka darwaza khola. Gallery me sannata tha, lekin har thodi door par kaale suit me tainaat armed guards khade the. Unki nazar aisi thi jaise wo kisi qaidi par nazar rakh rahe hon.

Aanya dheere-dheere secdhiyon se neeche utri. Grand Dining Hall me ek bohot badi mahogany wood ki table lagi hui thi, jiske ek kone par Reyansh baitha hua tha. Uske samne ek glass me whiskey thi aur wo apne phone par kisi se baat kar raha tha.

"Mujhe wo deal har haal me chahiye. Agar Malhotra ne mana kiya, toh use bata dena ki Singhania Empire se dushmani ka anjaam kya hota hai," Reyansh ne phone cut karte hue kaha.

Aanya table ke doosre kone par khadi ho gayi. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use laga Reyansh ko uski dhadkan sunayi de rahi hogi.

"Baitho," Reyansh ne bina uski taraf dekhe kaha.

Aanya chupchap kursi par baith gayi. Sunita ji ne aakar Aanya ke samne khane ki plate rakhi, lekin Aanya ka gala sookha hua tha. Usse ek ghoont paani bhi gale se neeche nahi utar raha tha.

"Khaana khao. Mai nahi chahta ki kal ko media me khabar aaye ki Singhania family ki bahu bhookh se mar gayi," Reyansh ne thandi aawaz me kaha aur whiskey ka ek sip liya.

"Mujhe bhookh nahi hai... Mujhe bas mere ghar jaane do, please. Mere papa..." Aanya ki aawaz me gidgidaahat thi.

'Papa' shabd sunte hi Reyansh ka haath me pakda glass itni zor se dbil par rkha gaya ki glass me darar pad gayi. Reyansh apni jagah se utha aur kuch hi second me Aanya ke bilkul paas aakar khada ho gaya.

Usne Aanya ke baalon ko piche se pakda aur use apni taraf khincha. Aanya ki aankhon se dard ke maare aansu nikal aaye.

"Phir se wo naam mat lena!" Reyansh ki aawaaz me ek darinde ki garjan thi. "Tumhara baap ek chor hai, ek dhokhebaaz hai! Usne mere bhai ki jaan li hai!"

Aanya shock me reh gayi. "N-nahi... mere papa aisa nahi kar sakte! Wo ek business partner the aapke..."

"Business partner?" Reyansh ne ek hansi me kaha jisme sirf nafrat thi. "Usne mere bhai Rajesh ko dharokhe se mara tha taaki wo Singhania Group ki shares par qabza kar sake! Lekin use kya pata tha ki Rajesh ka chhota bhai, Reyansh, abhi zinda hai."

Reyansh ne Aanya ko chhod diya, jisse wo kursi par gir si gayi.

"Tumhare baap ne mujhe mera bhai se cheena... ab mai usse uski beti cheen raha hoon. Aur ye toh bas shuruat hai, Aanya. Tum iss mehal me rahangi, mere naam ka sindoor lagayengi, lekin tumhari haalat ek nokrani se bhi badtar hogi."

Part 3: Ek Kali Raat Aur Purani Yaadein

Reyansh wahan se gusse me chala gaya. Dining hall me fir se sannata chha gaya. Sunita ji ne aakar Aanya ko sambhala aur use wapas uske kamre me bhej diya.

Aanya apne kamre me aakar khidki ke paas baith gayi. Bahar tez baarish shuru ho chuki thi. Bijli ki kadak se poora aasman chamak uthta tha.

Use apne bachpan ki yaad aane lagi. Uske pita, Vikram Raichand, hamesha usse kehte the ki wo unki rajkumari hai. Lekin aaj wahi pita use iss narak me chhod kar pata nahi kahan bhaag gaye the.

"Papa... aapne aisa kyun kiya? Kya sach me aapne kisi ki jaan li?" Aanya apne aap se sawaal kar rahi thi.

Uska dil ye maanne ko tayar nahi tha ki uske pita ek qaatil hain. Lekin Reyansh ki aankhon me jo nafrat thi, wo jhoothi nahi lag rahi thi.

Raat ke 2 baj chuke the. Baarish aur tez ho gayi thi. Aanya ko thand lagne lagi thi, lekin uska dhyan achanak kamre ke baahar se aane wali aawaz par gaya. Kisi ke karahne ki aawaz aa rahi thi.

Aanya ne darrte-dharte darwaza thoda sa khola.

Corridor me Reyansh chal raha tha, lekin wo thik se khada nahi ho pa raha tha. Uska ek haath uske pet par tha aur wahan se khoon beh raha tha. Wo nashe me tha aur zakhmi bhi.

Part 4: Nafrat Ke Beech Ek Ehsaas

Aanya ka pehla reaction tha ki wo darwaza band kar le. Ye wahi aadmi tha jissne uski zindagi tabah ki thi. Agar ye mar bhi jaye toh use azaadi mil sakti thi.

Lekin Aanya ka dil patthar ka nahi tha. Wo ek doctor ki beti thi aur kisi ko dard me dekh kar chup nahi reh sakti thi.

Wo kamre se baahar nikli aur Reyansh ke paas pahuche. Reyansh deewar ke sahare neeche gir chuka tha. Uska chehra dard se peela pad gaya tha.

"Reyansh!" Aanya ne pehli baar uska naam liya.

Reyansh ne apni dhundli aankhon se Aanya ko dekha. "Door... door raho mujhse..." usne ruk-ruk kar kaha, lekin uski aawaz me ab wo pehle jaisa dam nahi tha.

Aanya ne dhyan nahi diya aur uska baazu apne kandhe par rakha. Reyansh ka jism bohot bhaari tha, lekin Aanya ne apni poori taakat lagakar use uske bedroom tak pahunchaya.

Usne Reyansh ko bed par lataya aur jaldi se First Aid box dhoondne lagi. Sunita ji ko bulane ka samay nahi tha kyunki khoon bohot beh raha tha.

Aanya ne First Aid kit nikala. Usne Reyansh ki shirt ke buttons khole. Uski chhati par ek gehra ghaav tha—jaise kisi ne goli chhui ho ya chakku mara ho.

Aanya ke haath kaamp rahe the, lekin usne jaldi se antiseptic lagaya aur bandage baandhna shuru kiya. Jab usne wound ko saaf kiya, Reyansh ne dard me Aanya ka haath zor se pakad liya.

Dono ki aankhein mili.

Reyansh ki dark eyes me dard, nafrat aur ek anokhi uljhan thi. Wo Aanya ke innocent chehre ko dekh raha tha, jo iss waqt uski jaan bachane ki koshish kar rahi thi.

"Tum... tum mujhe bachane ki koshish kyun kar rahi ho?" Reyansh ne dheere se poocha. "Mai tumhara dushman hoon..."

Aanya ne apni aankhon ke aansu ponchhe aur band-aid lagate hue kaha, "Kyunki mai aapki tarah be-raham nahi hoon. Mujhe kisi ki takleef dekh kar khushi nahi milti."

Part 5: Ek Naya Cliffhanger (Twist)

Reyansh ne Aanya ka haath nahi chhoda. Usne use thoda paas khincha.

"Ye natak band karo, Aanya. Mujhe pata hai tum Raichand ki beti ho. Tum yahan mujhe maarne aayi ho ya apne baap ke liye jaasoosi karne?"

Aanya ne apni taraf se haath chhudane ki koshish ki. "Mai koi jaasoos nahi hoon! Agar mujhe aapko maarna hota toh mai abhi aapka khoon behne deti!"

Dono ek doosre ke bilkul paas the. Unki saansein ek doosre se takra rahi thin. Narak ki iss raat me, unke beech ka tanaav ek aisi aag me badal raha tha jo dono ko jala sakti thi.

Tabhi, Reyansh ka phone zameen par baj utha. Screen par ek unknown number se message aaya tha.

Reyansh ne zakhmi haath se phone uthaya aur message khola. Message me ek photo thi—aur neeche likha tha:

"Reyansh, tumne jis ladki se shadi ki hai, wo Vikram Raichand ki beti nahi hai. Tumne galat ladki se badla liya hai..."

Reyansh ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. Usne phone se nazar hatakar Aanya ki taraf dekha, jo abhi bhi darr se uski taraf dekh rahi thi.

Kya Aanya sach me Raichand ki beti nahi thi? Ya fir ye kisi ka naya jaal tha?

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