Episode 6 ke baad Yasha bilkul chup si ho gayi thi.
Na uski aankhon me pehle jaisi chamak thi,
na chehre pe wo halki si muskaan.
Kush ki baatein uske dimaag me baar-baar ghoom rahi thi.
"Tumhari family ki wajah se hi tum itni weak ho."
Ye sentence sirf ek line nahi tha…
ye Yasha ke dil pe maara gaya sabse gehra vaar tha.
Us raat Yasha ne phone haath me liya,
screen pe Kush ka naam blink kar raha tha.
10 missed calls.
15 messages.
Par Yasha ne kuch open nahi kiya.
Uske dimaag me sirf ek hi chehra tha —
uski maa ka,
jo bina kisi shikayat ke poori zindagi uske liye khadi rahi.
"Jis ladke ko meri family ki respect nahi…
usko meri zindagi me rehne ka bhi haq nahi,"
Yasha ne khud se kaha.
Subah hui to Yasha ne pehli baar
Kush ko ignore nahi…
block kar diya.
Dil bhari tha,
par decision bilkul clear.
Dopahar ke time Yasha balcony me khadi thi.
Neeche sadak pe log chal rahe the,
zindagi normal lag rahi thi…
sirf uske liye hi sab ruk gaya tha.
Tabhi phone vibrate hua.
Unknown number.
Yasha ne socha spam hoga,
ignore kar diya.
Fir message aaya—
"Tumne Kush ke saath galat kiya."
Yasha ka dil zor se dhadak gaya.
Usne turant reply kiya—
"Tum kaun ho?"
Kuch seconds typing dikhi…
fir reply aaya—
"Wo jo sach jaanta hai."
Yasha ka gala sookh gaya.
Agla message aur bhi ajeeb tha—
"Kush ne jo kaha wo poori kahani nahi thi."
Yasha ne likha—
"Mujhe kisi ki safai nahi chahiye."
Par saamne se reply aaya—
"Par tumhe khatra samajhna chahiye."
Yasha seedhi ho gayi.
Khatra?
Uske haath kaanp rahe the.
Usne call kiya.
Number switched off.
Shaam hote-hote Yasha ka dimaag thak chuka tha.
Usne socha ye sab bas coincidence hoga.
Par raat ke 11:47 par phone fir vibrate hua.
Same unknown number.
Message sirf ek line ka tha—
"Tumhari balcony se jo tum roz dekhti ho na…
wo tumhe bhi dekh raha hai."
Yasha ka dil jaise ruk sa gaya.
Usne dheere se balcony ki taraf dekha.
Andhera…
street light…
koi nazar nahi aa raha tha.
Par uske andar ajeeb si ghabrahat ho rahi thi.
Fir last message aaya—
"Aaj nahi, par very soon…
tumhe pata chalega
Kush sirf tumhara past tha."
Saath me ek photo.
Yasha jaise hi photo open karti hai…
uske pairon tale zameen khisak jaati hai.
Photo me wo khud thi.
Balcony me khadi.
Same kapde.
Same pose.
Aur photo clearly neeche se li gayi thi.
Yasha ke haath se phone gir gaya.
Ab ye sirf heartbreak ki story nahi rahi thi…
ye dar ki shuruaat thi.
Uske dimag me sirf ek hi sawal tha—
"Mujhe kaun dekh raha hai?"
"Aur kab se?"
Aur sabse bada—
"Kya Kush ko ye sab pata tha?"