Wo usi shehar me tha.
Par kisi ne use kabhi notice nahi kiya.
Log use roz dekhte the — bus stop par, chai ki tapri ke paas, bheed me.
Normal face. Normal kapde.
Too normal to be dangerous.
Par raat aate hi…
wo normal nahi rehta.
Wo ek chhoti si building ki chhat par khada tha.
Neeche city ki lights blink kar rahi thi, jaise kisi ki dhadkan.
Uske haath me phone tha.
Screen par ek hi naam glow kar raha tha:
Inspector Aarav
Wo muskuraya.
Lekin wo smile khushi ki nahi thi…
wo control ki smile thi.
"Tum mujhe pakadne nikle ho," usne dheere se kaha,
"par tumhe pata bhi nahi… main tumhe kab se dekh raha hoon."
Uske liye killing gussa nahi thi.
Na hi badla.
Wo sirf ek cheez enjoy karta tha —
fear.
Logon ke chehre ka wo moment
jab unhe samajh aata hai
ki koi unke bilkul paas tha…
aur unhe pata bhi nahi chala.
Police uske peeche thi.
Media chillaa rahi thi.
Shehar dar raha tha.
Aur use?
Ye sab ek perfect background noise lag raha tha.
Usne phone uthaya aur ek aur message type kiya:
"Next time, Inspector… main sirf message nahi bhejunga."
Send.
Phone band karke usne neeche road ki taraf dekha.
Police ki gaadiyaan ghoom rahi thi.
Wo dheere se bola, "Count down shuru ho chuka hai."
Aur shehar…
abhi bhi so raha tha.
Wait please 3 chapter....🙇😌