Adultery Psycho jadugar

[A Silent devil]

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[ SYSTEM ]
PSYCHO JADUGAR
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[SYSTEM ARCHIVE]

File Status:

ACTIVE

Archive Progress:

Record #001 → #008

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[ ARCHIVED RECORDS ]

◈ Record #001

File: "Project Eternis"


Status: [CLASSIFIED]


◈ Record #002

File: "The Last Night"


Status: [UNLOCKED]


◈ Record #003

File: "First Awakening"


Status: [CRITICAL]


◈ Record #004

File: "The Last Ordinary Evening "


Status: [UNLOCKED]


◈ Record #005

File: "The Day Everything Changed"


Status: [CRITICAL]


◈ Record #006

File: "A Desperate Fight"

Status: [CRITICAL]

◈ Record #007

File: "The Inner Nexus"

Status: [RESTRICTED]

◈ Record #008

File: "The First Directive"

Status: [CLASSIFIED]


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Latest Archived Record:

#008

"The First Directive"

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[A Silent devil]

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[ SYSTEM ]
PSYCHO JADUGAR
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Hello Readers!

Sabse pehle aap sab ka shukriya jo meri stories ko support karte rahe hain.

Yeh meri doosri thread hai, jo asal mein meri pehli thread
"[SYSTEM] An 18-Year-Old's Adult Life with Soldier Memories"
ka continuation hai. Lekin agar aapne pehla part nahi padha, to fikr ki koi baat nahi. Aap is thread se bhi story ko aaram se follow kar sakte hain.

Jo readers pehla part padh chuke hain, unhe kuch mysteries aur background pehle se pata hoga. Shayad unke liye kuch twists utne shocking na hon, lekin phir bhi is thread mein bohot saare naye raaz, naye characters aur unexpected developments milenge jo experience ko fresh rakhenge.

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Story Mein Kya Milega?

Is story mein aapko kai genres ka mixture milega:

- Fantasy

- Sci-Fi

- Supernatural Elements

- Psychological Themes

- Mystery

- Crime & Underworld

- Mind Games & Manipulation

- Betrayal

- Revenge

- Action

- Solo Fights

- Gang Wars

- Secret Experiments

- Memory Transfer

- System

- Hidden Organizations

- Dark Secrets

- Romance

- Relationships

- sexual fantasies

- Emotional Drama

- Character Growth

- Survival

- Suspense

- Plot Twists

Aur bhi bohot kuch jo dheere dheere story ke saath reveal hoga.

Kul mila kar meri koshish hai ke aapko ek aisi journey mile jahan har kuch chapters baad koi naya raaz, naya challenge ya naya shock aapka intezar kar raha ho.

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Writer's Note

Main abhi bhi ek naya writer hoon.

Mere paas scenes, worldbuilding aur story ideas ki kami nahi hai, lekin un ideas ko perfect tareeqe se words mein pesh karna abhi seekh raha hoon. Is wajah se kahin kahin dialogues, pacing ya descriptions mein chhoti moti ghaltiyan ho sakti hain.

Umeed hai aap unhe nazarandaz karenge aur mujhe improve karne ka mauqa denge.

Main poori koshish karunga ke har scene ko is tarah likhun ke aap use sirf padhein nahi, balki mehsoos bhi kar sakein.

Aur kyunki main abhi learning phase mein hoon, isliye kuch jagahon par AI ki madad bhi leta hoon taake story ko aur behtar bana sakun. Lekin plot, world, characters aur major ideas mere apne hain.

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Agar aap mystery, dark secrets, psychological twists, action, emotions aur unpredictable storylines pasand karte hain...

To umeed hai "[SYSTEM] Psycho Jadugar" aapko pasand aayegi.

Happy Reading! ​

 

[netsunil]

[SYSTEM] Psycho Jadugar

Hello Readers!

Sabse pehle aap sab ka shukriya jo meri stories ko support karte rahe hain.

Yeh meri doosri thread hai, jo asal mein meri pehli thread "[SYSTEM] An 18-Year-Old's Adult Life with Soldier Memories" ka continuation hai. Lekin agar aapne pehla part nahi padha, to fikr ki koi baat nahi. Aap is thread se bhi story ko aaram se follow kar sakte hain.

Jo readers pehla part padh chuke hain, unhe kuch mysteries aur background pehle se pata hoga. Shayad unke liye kuch twists utne shocking na hon, lekin phir bhi is thread mein bohot saare naye raaz, naye characters aur unexpected developments milenge jo experience ko fresh rakhenge.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Story Mein Kya Milega?

Is story mein aapko kai genres ka mixture milega:

- Fantasy

- Sci-Fi

- Supernatural Elements

- Psychological Themes

- Mystery

- Crime & Underworld

- Mind Games & Manipulation

- Betrayal

- Revenge

- Action

- Solo Fights

- Gang Wars

- Secret Experiments

- Memory Transfer

- System

- Hidden Organizations

- Dark Secrets

- Romance

- Relationships

- sexual fantasies

- Emotional Drama

- Character Growth

- Survival

- Suspense

- Plot Twists

Aur bhi bohot kuch jo dheere dheere story ke saath reveal hoga.

Kul mila kar meri koshish hai ke aapko ek aisi journey mile jahan har kuch chapters baad koi naya raaz, naya challenge ya naya shock aapka intezar kar raha ho.

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Writer's Note

Main abhi bhi ek naya writer hoon.

Mere paas scenes, worldbuilding aur story ideas ki kami nahi hai, lekin un ideas ko perfect tareeqe se words mein pesh karna abhi seekh raha hoon. Is wajah se kahin kahin dialogues, pacing ya descriptions mein chhoti moti ghaltiyan ho sakti hain.

Umeed hai aap unhe nazarandaz karenge aur mujhe improve karne ka mauqa denge.

Main poori koshish karunga ke har scene ko is tarah likhun ke aap use sirf padhein nahi, balki mehsoos bhi kar sakein.

Aur kyunki main abhi learning phase mein hoon, isliye kuch jagahon par AI ki madad bhi leta hoon taake story ko aur behtar bana sakun. Lekin plot, world, characters aur major ideas mere apne hain.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Agar aap mystery, dark secrets, psychological twists, action, emotions aur unpredictable storylines pasand karte hain...

To umeed hai "[SYSTEM] Psycho Jadugar" aapko pasand aayegi.

Happy Reading! ​

nice start

 

[A Silent devil]

Record #001...

File Name:
"Project Eternis"

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Duniya ke liye...

Maut ek anjaam thi.

Ek aisi haqeeqat jise har insaan ko kabhi na kabhi qabool karna hi padta tha.

Lekin...

The Ascension Foundation ke nazdeek maut sirf ek biological limitation thi.

Aur limitations...

Todi ja sakti hain.

Isi soch ne pandrah saal pehle ek aise khufiya project ko janam diya jiska wajood duniya ki kisi government, media ya public records mein maujood nahi tha.

Project Eternis.

Ek aisa project jiska sirf ek hi maqsad tha...

Insani yaadon, tajurbon aur cognitive identity ko biological death ke baad bhi mehfooz rakhna... aur phir unhe ek nayi body mein dobara zinda kar dena.

Agar yeh project kamyab ho jata...

To maut sirf jism ka khatma hoti.

Insaan ka nahi.

Lekin science aur khwahish ke darmiyan hamesha ek gehri khai hoti hai.

Project Eternis ke har subject ka anjaam lagbhag ek jaisa tha.

Kisi ka brain transfer ke chand minute baad collapse kar gaya.

Kisi ki tamam yaadein hamesha ke liye mit gayin.

Aur kuch...

Operation table se kabhi uth hi na sake.

Official reports mein un experiments ka koi zikr nahi tha.

Saari files...

Encrypted.

Saare records...

Classified.

Aur saari ghaltiyan...

Zameen ke kai manzilon neeche dafan kar di gayin.

Lekin Foundation ne haar nahi maani.

Unke liye har failure sirf agle experiment ki taiyari tha.

Aur phir...

Unhe mila...

Subject A-17.

Ek aisa subject jis par Project Eternis ki pandrah saal ki research tikki hui thi.

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The Ascension Foundation

Underground Research Complex

Neuro-Cognitive Recovery Unit

Security Clearance : OMEGA

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Raat ke 11 bajne mein abhi kuch minute baqi the.

Facility ke andar hamesha ki tarah gehri khamoshi chhayi hui thi.

Khamoshi ko sirf medical monitors ki musalsal...

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

tod rahi thi.

Recovery Room-07 ke beechon beech ek advanced medical bed par atharah saal ka ek mota sa naujawan be-harkat pada tha.

Uska sar poori tarah shave kiya ja chuka tha.

Dozens of neural electrodes uski khopdi par lage hue the.

Patli taaren un electrodes se nikal kar EEG monitors tak ja rahi thi.

Seene par ECG electrodes lage the.

Baazu mein IV line lagi hui thi jisse transparent medicine dheere dheere uski ragon mein utar rahi thi.

Har heartbeat...

Har saans...

Har neural impulse...

Aur har microscopic brain activity lagataar record ki ja rahi thi.

Bed ke bilkul saamne ek transparent reinforced observation wall thi.

Uske doosri taraf observation room mein kai monitors ek saath chal rahe the.

Unhi screens par likha hua tha...

«Subject ID : A-17
Name : Ayan
Age : 18 Years
Blood Group : B+
Procedure : Cognitive Engram Transfer
Current Status : Unconscious
Recovery Phase : Active»


Observation room mein chaar log apne apne stations par maujood the.

Dr. Ahsan Mirza

Junior Consultant Neurologist

Sirf ikattis saal ki umr mein hi woh Foundation ke sabse promising neurologists mein shumar kiya jata tha.

Research uska junoon thi.

Kabhi kabhi itna zyada ke woh patient se pehle data ko dekh leta tha.

Aaj bhi uski nazar EEG graph se ek pal ke liye nahi hati thi.

Uske bilkul paas...

Dr. Mehak Ali

Neurophysiology Specialist

Mehak ki shaksiyat Ahsan se bilkul mukhtalif thi.

Woh kam bolti thi.

Har reading ko do baar verify karti.

Uska ek hi usool tha.

"Pehle confirmation... phir conclusion."

Observation room ke doosre kone mein...

Usman Baig

Neural Systems Technician

Darjanon screens ke beech baitha hua har sensor aur har machine par nazar rakhe hue tha.

Uske liye ek chhoti si abnormal reading bhi nazarandaz karna mumkin nahi tha.

Isi dauran Recovery Room ka automatic darwaza dheere se khula.

White uniform pehne ek nurse andar dakhil hui.

Uske haath mein digital tablet aur medicines ki chhoti tray thi.

Uske name tag par likha tha...

Sana Malik

Senior Neuro ICU Nurse

Foundation ke aksar log subjects ko experiment samajhte the.

Lekin Sana unhe patients hi samajhti thi.

Roz ki tarah woh seedha bed ke paas aayi.

Sabse pehle usne Ayan ka kambal theek kiya.

Phir halki si muskurahat ke saath boli,

"Hello, Ayan. Aaj phir tumhara routine check-up karna hai.
Dekhte hain aaj tumhari condition kaisi hai."

Usse pata tha jawab nahi milega.

Phir bhi woh har baar yehi kehti thi.

Usne IV line check ki.

Blood pressure note kiya.

Temperature scan kiya.

Pupillary response verify kiya.

Har value tablet mein save karti gayi.

Observation room mein baithe Ahsan ne screen se nazar hataye baghair kaha,

"Vitals perfectly stable..."

Usman ne jawab diya,

"Last forty-eight hours se koi fluctuation nahi."

Mehak ne reports band karte hue kaha,

"Expected hi hai."

Ahsan ne gehri saans li.

"Dr. Neelam hotin to aaj ki reports khud review kartin."

Project Eternis ki asal architect...

Dr. Neelam Rahman.

Lead Neurologist.

Chief Architect of Project Eternis.

Pichhle teen mahino se lagataar bina ek din ki chhutti liye kaam karne ke baad aaj pehli baar woh ghar gayi thi.

Facility mein sab jaante the...

Temporary supervision chahe Ahsan ke paas ho.

Lekin Project Eternis ka asli faisla aaj bhi sirf ek hi shakhs karta tha.

Dr. Neelam Rahman.

Tabhi...

Usman ki screen par EEG graph ki ek patli si line achanak upar uthi.

Uski ungli keyboard par ruk gayi.

"...Dr. Ahsan?"

Ahsan ne bina dekhe jawab diya,

"Machine recalibrate karo."

"Already calibrated hai."

Ahsan ne foran monitor ki taraf dekha.

Ek aur neural spike.

Is baar pehle se zyada saaf.

Mehak apni kursi se uth kar screen ke paas aa gayi.

"Electrical interference?"

Usman ne sar hila diya.

"Negative."

"Signal artifact?"

"Negative."

Room mein chand lamhon ke liye gehra sannata chha gaya.

Ussi waqt Sana ne Ayan ke haath par nazar daali.

Uski ungli...

Bahut halki si hilli.

Itni halki...

Ke agar uski nazar us waqt wahan na hoti to shayad koi dekh hi na pata.

Sana foran bed ke qareeb jhuk gayi.

"Ayan...?"

Monitor par brain activity dobara ubhri.

Ahsan ne bina ek pal gawaaye emergency line uthai.

"Control Room..."

"Dr. Neelam Rahman ko foran contact kijiye."

Reception se jawab aaya,

"Sir... Doctor Neelam leave par hain."

Ahsan ki nazar ab bhi monitor par jami hui thi.

Usne sakht lehje mein sirf itna kaha...

"Unse kahiye..."

"...Subject A-17 hosh mein aane wala hai.”

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[A Silent devil]

Record #002...

File Name:
"The Last Night"

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Raat ke 11 baj chuke the.

Poora ghar khamoshi ki chadar odhe so raha tha. Sirf upar wale bedroom ki jalti hui batti is baat ka saboot thi ke ghar ka ek hissa abhi bhi bedar tha.

Darwaze ke neeche se nikalti peeli roshni corridor ke andhere ko cheer rahi thi.

Kabhi bistar ki halki si aahat sunai deti, kabhi dabi hui hansi, aur kabhi koi siskari jo sannate mein aur bhi saaf mehsoos hoti.

Baqi ghar andhere aur sukoon mein dooba hua tha, jabke us kamre ke andar Ek nanga mard ek nangi aurat par leta huwa ek hath se us ke mammo ko badate huwe apna 6" ka lund condom samet us ki chut main pel raha tha.

Aurat bhi neeche se us k har dakhkhe ka jawab apni gand utha kar de rahi thi.

“Neelam 3 mahino k baad teri chut mili hai maza hi aa gaya”mard ne dakke marte huwe kaha.

Neelam: “main bhi 3 mahino se tujhe aur tere lund ko kafi miss kar rahi thi amjad.“
(apne nipples ko unglio se pakad kar amjad ko dekhate huwe)
“Yeh dekho kitni hard huwi padi hai itne mahino se kisi ne ise mouh main le ke nahi chusa.”

Amjad ne dhakke lagate huwe us k nipple ko mouh main bar liya aur thodi der chusne k baad mouh se bahir nikalte huwe “ itna miss kar rahi thi toh milne aa jati tujhe aur teri chut dono ko tanda kar deta.”
Aur phir se nipple ko mouh main le leya.

Neelam ek haath se amjad k sir ko apne mammo main dabate huwe dusre se apne ek maame ko pakad kar us k mouh main toonsne lagti hai.

Neelam: aahhh aur tez karo aur tez poora bahir nikal kar jadke se andar dalo.

Amjad apna lund chut ki gehraiyon se nikal kar chut k mouh tak lata hai aur dobara tez jatke se andar dal leta hai.

Neelam:ahhh oohhhh haa aese hi aese hi mujhe oper aane do.

Yeh kehte huwe neelam amjad ko side main leta kar khud us k opar aa jati hai aur amjad ka condom pehna huwa lund joh poora neelum ki chut k paani se geela ho kar nikal gaya tha use dobara apne chut k mouh par set kar k ek jatke main chut ki gehraiyon main daal leti hai.

Neelam: ahh bada maza aa raha hai. chut ko poora sukoon mil gaya tere lund se.
Aur phir se lund par koodne lagti hai.

Amjad neeche se hath utha kar neelam k lund par koodne se hilte huwe mammo ko hath main pakad kar masalne lagta hai.

Neelam: ahh ohhh tum bhi neeche se zor lagaw aahh ahhh hhhiiiii ohhhh siii tez aur tezzzz..

Amjad mammo ko masalte huwe neeche se gand utha utha kar chut main dakke lagane lagta hai.

Neelam: aahhh mera nikalne wala hai aur tezzz…

Amjad(dakke tez karte huwe): thoda rokho mera bhi hone wala hai.

Neelam ne apni chut main dakke mehsoos karte huwe sar halka sa peeche jhuka liya aur aankhen zor se band kar li.

Uski saansein be-tarteeb ho gayi thin aur uski ungliyan Amjad ke kandhon ko mazbooti se pakde hue thin.

Kuch lamhon ke liye uska jism tan gaya,Uske chehre par jazbaat tezi se badalte nazar aa rahe the, aur uski chut ne apna mouh amjad k condom pehne lund par band aur kholte huwe apna garam pani lund par baha diya.

Phir gehri saans chhodte huwe dheere dheere uske kandhon ka tanaav kam hone laga.

Amjad neelam ki chut ko apne lund par aese band aur kholte huwe mehsoos kar k woh bhi aur tik na saka aur gehri saans lete huwe aankhen band kar leen. Uske kandhe tan gaye aur phir us k lund ne condom main hi pichkariya chodni shuru kar di.

Phir Dheere dheere uske kandon ka tanaav kam hone laga aur neeche uska lund sikud kar chut se nikal gaya.

Dono kuch lamhon tak sirf apni saanson ki aahat sunte rahe.

Neelam ne baal chehre se hataaye aur halki si muskurahat ke saath Amjad ki taraf dekha.

Aur phir us ke lund se condom nikal kar dustbin main phink diya. aur usko tissue paper tama kar lund saaf karne ka ishara kiya.

Amjad ne bhi tissue se apna lund saaf kiya.

Kamre mein kuch der tak koi baat na hui, sirf tez saanson ki awaaz aur dilon ki dhadkanon ka ehsaas baqi tha.


Kamre mein kuch der pehle ki garma-garmi ke asar ab bhi maujood the. Dono ki saanse ab dheere dheere normal ho rahi thi.

Amjad bed ke sirhane se tek laga kar baitha tha jabke Neelam ne side table par rakha paani ka glass utha kar ek ghont bhara.

Kuch lamhon tak kamre mein khamoshi rahi.
Phir Amjad ne uski taraf dekh kar halka sa muskurane ki koshish ki.

"Teen mahino baad mili ho..."

Neelum ne uski taraf dekha.

Amjad ne sar hilaaya.
"Sach bolun? Abhi bhi yaqeen nahi aa raha tum saamne baithi ho."

Neelum ne halki si saans chhodi.
"Phir shuru mat ho jana."

"Main shuru nahi ho raha." Amjad ki awaaz mein narazgi aa gayi. "Bas keh raha hoon teen mahine ho gaye. Is se pehle do mahine aur. Yeh koi relationship hai?"

Neelum ne glass wapas rakh diya.
"Kitni dafa kaha hai, mera kaam aisa hai."

"Mera bhi kaam hai."

"Main ne kabhi tumhe roka?"

"Roka nahi. Lekin tumhare liye adjust kiya hai."

Amjad bed se uth kar khada ho gaya.

"Aaj ka kaam bhi kal tak taal diya. Sirf isliye ke tum ne kaha tha milna hai."

Neelam bhi ab uski taraf dekh rahi thi.
"Tumhe lagta hai main maze kar rahi hoti hoon?"

"Mujhe lagta hai tumhare paas har cheez ke liye waqt hai siwaye mere."

"Bakwas."

"Bakwas nahi hai."

Kamre ka mahaul dheere dheere garam hone laga.

Amjad ne dono haath kamar par rakhe.

"Ek relationship mein insaan ko doosre ki zarurat hoti hai."

"Mujhe pata hai."

"Nahi. Tumhe pata hota toh teen teen mahine gayab na rehti."

Neelum ki aankhon mein gussa chamka.

"Main apni saari zindagi ki mehnat sirf isliye nahi chhod sakti ke tum akela mehsoos kar rahe ho."

"Yeh baat nahi hai."

"Toh phir kya baat hai?"

"Har baar kaam. Har baar emergency."

"Kyun ke emergency hoti hai!"

"Aur main?"

Neelum kuch lamhe chup rahi.

Amjad ki awaaz dheemi ho gayi.
"Kabhi kabhi lagta hai tumhari priority list mein mera number hi nahi."

Yeh jumla sun kar Neelum ke chehre par ek pal ke liye narmi aayi.
Lekin ussi waqt uska phone baj utha.

Dono ki nazar screen par gayi.
Neelum ka chehra foran sanjeeda ho gaya.
"Is waqt?"

Usne call receive ki.
"Hello?"

Doosri taraf se kisi ne jaldi jaldi kuch kaha.

Neelam ka rang badal gaya.
"Ruko... kya?"

Woh seedhi khadi ho gayi.
"Tum serious ho?"

Doosri taraf se jawab aaya.

Neelam ki aankhon mein ek dam se hairani aur khushi ubhar aayi.
"Main abhi nikal rahi hoon."

Call khatam ho gayi.

Amjad ne uske chehre ki taraf dekha.
"Kya hua?"

Neelam ne jawab nahi diya.
Woh pehle hi almari ki taraf nangi hi badh chuki thi.

Phone ab bhi uske haath mein tha. Halke pasine se nam uska gora nanga badan roshni ki kirnon mein aur bhi zyada purkashish lag raha tha.

"Kya hua hai?" Amjad ne phir poocha.

Neelam ne jaldi se kaha,
"Mujhe jana hoga."

"Kahan?"

"Kaam hai."

Amjad ne bhonhein sikodi.
"Abhi?"

"Haan, abhi."
Uski awaaz mein ajeeb si bechaini thi.

Woh jaldi jaldi apne gore aur hasin jism ko kapdon mein chhupane lagi, Files, tablet aur handbag ikattha karne lagi, jabke uski khubsurti aur nazakat har lamhe, har harkat mein jhalak rahi thi.

Amjad use dekhta raha.
"Ek minute pehle sab theek tha."

Neelam ne koi jawab nahi diya.

"Emergency hai?"

"Kuch aisa hi samajh lo."

Amjad bed se utar kar khada ho gaya.
"Phir se emergency?"

Neelam ne seedha jawab dene ke bajaye bas kaha,
"Mujhe der ho rahi hai."

Amjad ne uska chehra dekha.
Woh use kaafi saalon se jaanta tha.
Usne Neelum ko thaka hua dekha tha.
Pareshan dekha tha.
Gusse mein dekha tha.
Lekin itni excited aur jaldbaz shayad bohot arse baad dekha tha.

Aisa lag raha tha jaise usse koi aisi khabar mili ho jiska woh saalon se intezar kar rahi thi.

"Jo bhi hai..."
Amjad dheere se bola.
"...lagta hai bohot important hai."

Neelam kapde theek karte huwe ruk gayi.
Sirf ek pal ke liye.

"Haan."
Bas itna hi kaha.
Phir dobara apna saman jama karne lagi.

Amjad ne halki si hansi nikali.
Is baar us hansi mein mazaak kam aur thakan zyada thi.
"Kamal hai."

Neelam ne uski taraf dekha.
"Kya?"

"Kuch nahi."

"Bolo."

Amjad ne sar hila diya.
"Nahi."

"Amjad."

Woh chand lamhe khamosh raha.
Phir dheere se bola,
"Kabhi kabhi lagta hai tumhari zindagi mein kuch cheezein hain jin ke saamne main exist hi nahi karta."

Kamre mein chand second ki khamoshi chha gayi.

Neelam ke chehre par halka sa tanaav ubhar aaya.
Par phir us ne gehri saans li.
"Agar tumse yeh sab handle nahi hota..."
Woh ruk gayi.
"...toh shayad humein alag ho jana chahiye."

Kamre mein khamoshi chha gayi.
Amjad ne uski taraf dekha.
Jaise ek pal ke liye usse umeed ho ke Neelum mazaak kar rahi ho.
Lekin woh bilkul sanjeeda thi.

Usne nazar jhuka li.
"Theek hai."
Bas itna hi kaha.

Neelam ne kuch aur kehna chaha.
Lekin phir phone par nayi notification aa gayi.

Usne waqt dekha.
Aur darwaze ki taraf chal di.
Darwaza khula.
Phir band ho gaya.

Kamre mein sirf khamoshi reh gayi.

Amjad bed ke kinare baith gaya.
Aur kaafi der tak band darwaze ko dekhta raha.

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[A Silent devil]

Record #003...

File Name:

"First Awakening"

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Recovery Room-07 ke bahar poori facility ka mahaul badal chuka tha.

Jo corridor kuch der pehle bilkul khamosh tha...

Ab wahan tez qadamon ki aahat gunj rahi thi.

Doctors...

Nurses...

Aur technicians ek ke baad ek Neuro-Cognitive Unit ki taraf badh rahe the.

Observation room ke andar monitors ki roshni har chehre par alag rang bikher rahi thi.

Usman ne screen se nazar hataye baghair kaha,

"EEG activity ab bhi gradually increase ho rahi hai."

Dr. Mehak ne foran graphs compare kiye.

"Heart rhythm stable..."

"Cerebral perfusion bhi normal..."

Dr. Ahsan ne dono reports dekhi.

"...Impossible..."

"...Ye expected timeline se bahut pehle hai.”

Usi waqt observation room ka darwaza khula.

Do junior technicians jaldi jaldi andar aaye.

Ek ne muskura kar poocha,

"Kal night shift kiski thi?"

Dusre ne haath utha diya.

"Meri... kyun?"

Pehla technician hans pada.

"Bas yeh dekhna tha ke monitor dekh rahe the ya phir ICU ki nayi nurse."

Dusre ne aankhen ghumate hue kaha,

"Bakwas band kar."

Teesra technician bhi beech mein bol pada.

"Main gawah hoon... isne monitor se zyada nurse ki taraf dekha tha."

"Jhoot bol raha hai."

"Video bhi hai mere paas.Agar zyada hero bane na... seedha tumhari fiancée ko bhej dunga."

"Delete kar warna bura hoga."

Teesre ne kandhe uchka diye.

"Ek plate biryani khila do... phir sochunga."

Usman ne screen se nazar uthaye baghair kaha,

"Tum logon ki bargaining kabhi khatam nahi hoti?"

Ek technician muskuraya.

"Sir, science apni jagah... biryani apni jagah. research se Nobel Prize mil sakta hai... lekin raat ke is waqt agar bhook lage to Nobel nahi, biryani kaam aati hai.”

Sab dobara hans pade.

Lekin agle hi lamhe Usman ki muskurahat gaayab ho gayi.

"...Sir."

Uski awaaz pehle se kaafi sanjeeda thi.

"Neural response phir increase kar raha hai."

Room ki hansi foran khatam ho gayi.
Sab ki nazrein monitors par jam gayin.


Bed par pada Ayan bilkul be-harkat tha.

Phir...

Uski ungli ek baar phir hilli.

Is baar pehle se zyada saaf.

Sana foran bed ke paas jhuk gayi.

"Ayan... meri awaaz sun pa rahe ho?"

Ayan ki palkon mein halki si harkat hui.

Uski palken ek do baar phadphadain.

Jaise roshni uski aankhon ko chubh rahi ho.

Phir usne dheere dheere aankhen khol di.

Tez safed roshni seedha uski aankhon mein padi.

Usne foran aankhen dobara band kar li.

Saans achanak tez ho gayi.

Sana ne narmi se kaha,

"Koi baat nahi... aaram se. Jaldi mat karo."

Ayan ne dobara aankhen kholin.

Uski nazar idhar udhar bhatakne lagi.

Safed chhat...

Ajnabi chehre...

Machines...

Beeps...

Uske chehre par uljhan saaf nazar aa rahi thi.

"Ayan..."

"Kya tum meri awaaz sun sakte ho?"

Ayan ki aankhen uski taraf uthin.

Lekin unmein pehchaan ka koi nishan nahi tha.

Jaise woh samajhne ki koshish kar raha ho ke woh hai kahan.

Ahsan ne torch se uski pupils check ki.

"Apna naam bata sakte ho?"

Kuch lamhe guzre.

Ayan ke honton ne halki si harkat ki.

Lekin koi alfaaz bahar na aa sake.

Achanak Monitors par heart rate upar chadhne laga.

110...

124...

138...

"Sir!"

Usman ki awaaz gunji.

"Brain activity rapidly spiking!”

Dr. Mehak ne monitor dekha.

"Stress response dangerously high."

Ayan ne dono haath sir ki taraf le jane ki koshish ki.

Uske honton se dabi hui karah nikli.

"Ahh..."

Sana ne uska haath narmi se pakad liya.

"Ayan... meri taraf dekho."

"Sab theek hai."

"Tum safe ho."

Lekin Ayan ki saansein aur tez hoti chali gayin.

Uska chehra dard se sikud gaya.

dono aankhen zor se band kar leen.

Jaise uske dimagh par kisi ne ek saath hazaron awaazon ka bojh daal diya ho.

Ahsan ne bina dair kiye kaha,
"Sana... two milligrams. IV.”

"Ji, Doctor."
Sana ne injection tayyar kiya.

Ek pal baad dawa IV line mein daakhil ho chuki thi.

Ayan ki saanse dheere dheere normal hone lagen.

Heart rate neeche aane laga.

Aankhen aadhi band ho gayin.

Aur kuch hi lamhon baad...

Woh dobara be-hosh ho chuka tha.

Room mein gehra sannata chha gaya.

Kisi ne kuch nahi kaha.

Sirf monitors ki musalsal...

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

sunai de rahi thi.

Isi dauran corridor mein tez qadmon ki aahat gunji.

Automatic door khula.

White lab coat pehne ek aurat andar dakhil hui.

Safar ki thakan uske chehre par thi.

Lekin aankhon mein sirf ek sawal.

"Status report?"

Dr. Ahsan foran seedha khada ho gaya.

"Ma'am... Subject A-17 ko temporary consciousness mili thi."

"Duration?"

"Approximately one minute and forty-three seconds."

"Kisi ko pehchana?"

"Nahi, Ma'am."

"Kuch bola?"

"Bolne ki koshish ki... lekin alfaaz nahi nikal sake.”

Dr. Neelam ne observation glass ke us paar be-hosh pade Ayan ko lambe waqt tak dekha.

Pandrah saal ki research...

Be-shumar failures...

Aur anek qurbaniyan...

Sab ki umeed is ek bed par leti hui thi.

Usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha,

"Pandrah saal..."

Woh kuch lamhe Ayan ko dekhti rahi.

"Aaj pata chalega..."

"...Project Eternis ne maut ko haraaya hai..."

"...ya maut ne humein.”

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[A Silent devil]

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Agla din.

Mehrabad se taqreeban teen so kilometer door...

Noorabad.

Us waqt...

Mehrabad ke zameen ke kai manzilon neeche...

The Ascension Foundation ke scientists Project Eternis ke pehle temporary awakening se milne wale data ka har second, har reading aur har neural response dobara dobara analyze kar rahe the.

Pandrah saal ki research...

Be-shumar failures...

Aur anek qurbaniyon ke baad...

Project Eternis pehli baar us maqam tak pahunch chuka tha jahan "success" aur "failure" ke darmiyan sirf ek saans ka faasla reh gaya tha.

Lekin...

Zameen ke upar chalti duniya ko is sab ka zara bhi ehsaas nahi tha.

Log waise hi apni naukriyon par ja rahe the.

Bazaar waise hi aabaad the.

Traffic waise hi sadkon par beh raha tha.

Aur zindagi...

Apni raftaar se aage badh rahi thi.

Kisi ko kya pata...

Ke isi mulk ke ek doosre shehr mein...

Taqdeer khamoshi se ek aur zindagi ka rukh badalne ki taiyari kar rahi thi.

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Noorabad.

Pakistan ka woh shehr...

Jahan paisa sirf daulat nahi...

Taaqat tha.

Din ke waqt sheeshe se bani buland imaratein dhoop ki roshni ko is tarah apne andar samet leti thin ke poora shehr chamakta hua mehsoos hota.

Aur raat hote hi...

Lakhon roshniyan Noorabad ko ek aisa manzar bana deti thin ke aasman ke sitare bhi pheeke lagte.

Isi shehr mein mulk ki sab se badi companies ke head offices the.

Corporate empires...

Luxury districts...

Aur aise log...

Jo ek meeting mein itna paisa kama lete the jitna kisi aam insaan ko poori zindagi mein naseeb na ho.

Lekin...

Isi Noorabad ki bheed mein...

Hazaron aise ghar bhi the...

Jahan log har subah sirf is umeed ke saath uthte the ke aaj ka din kal se behtar hoga.

Aur unhi mein se ek tha...

Faris Nadeem.

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Shaam ke paanch bajne mein kuch hi minute baqi the.

Shehr ke ek purane public park mein...

Ek bench par do behen-bhai baithe the.

Faris Nadeem.

Aur...

Maham Nadeem.

Faris ke haath mein do paper cups the.

Ek chai...

Aur ek coffee.

Woh muskurata hua bench ke paas aaya aur coffee Maham ki taraf badha di.

"Madam Doctor..."

"Aap ka order."

Maham ne cup pakda.

Ek nazar uske andar dekha...

Phir seedha Faris ki taraf dekha.

"Bas coffee?"

Faris ne masoomiyat se poocha.

"Haan... aur?"

"Cookie?"

Faris ne gehri saans bhari.

"Budget khatam."

Maham foran hans padi.

"Jhoot."

"Aaj hi salary aayi hai."

Faris ne chai ka ghont bhara.

"Salary aayi hai..."

"EMI bhi."

Is baar dono zor se hans pade.

Maham hansi ke beech uski shirt ka collar theek karne lagi.

"Office mein bhi aise hi chale gaye the?"

"Kya hua?"

"Ye collar dekho."

"Lag raha hai kisi se kushti lad kar aaye ho."

Faris ne neeche dekh kar muskuraya.

"Mere boss se roz kushti hi hoti hai."

"Tum samajh nahi sakti."

"Poor boss..."

Maham ne nakli afsos se kaha.

"upar wala unhe sabr de."

"Pagal."

Faris ne uske sar par halka sa thappad mara.

Park ke paas khelte bachche zor zor se hans rahe the.

Kisi taraf se bhutte ki khushboo aa rahi thi.

Door fountain ke paas kuch buzurg shatranj khel rahe the.

Sab kuch...

Bilkul aam tha.

Bilkul sukoon bhara.

Maham ne coffee ka sip liya aur foran munh bana liya.

"Cheeni kam hai."

Faris ne cup uske haath se lekar ek sip liya.

"Bilkul theek hai."

"Aap ki zubaan kharab ho chuki hai."

"Nahi."

"Tumhe meetha zyada pasand hai."

"Bilkul."

"Zindagi pehle hi itni kadwi hai."

"Coffee to meethi honi chahiye."

Faris bas muskura diya.

"Kya dekh rahe ho?"

"Tumhe."

"Kyun?"

"Bas soch raha hoon..."

"Bachpan mein jo ladki poore ghar mein shararat karti phirti thi..."

"Woh kab doctor banne wali ho gayi."

Maham ne fakhr se gardan seedhi ki.

"Talent."

"Nahi."

"Budhapa."

"Badtameez."

Dono phir hans diye.

Thodi der baad Maham ka chehra shararti ho gaya.

"Bhai..."

"Hmm?"

"Ek baat poochun?"

"Poocho."

"Sach sach jawab dena."

"Koshish karunga."

"University mein..."

"Koi girlfriend thi?"

Faris chai peete peete zor se khans gaya.

"Kya?"

"Jawab."

"Nahi."

"Office mein?"

"Nahi."

"Secret wali?"

"Nahi."

"Pakka?"

"Maham..."

"Bas bhi karo."

Maham uska chehra dekh kar hansne lagi.

"Yaqeen hi nahi aata."

"Itne seedhe bhi koi hote hain?"

Faris ne kandhe uchka diye.

"Mujhe apni zindagi sambhalne se fursat mile tab na."

Ye sunte hi Maham ki muskurahat dheere dheere feeki pad gayi.

"Apni zindagi..."

"...Ya meri?"

Faris chup ho gaya.

Hawa ka halka jhonka dono ke darmiyan se guzra.

Maham ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.

"Ammi aur Abu ke baad..."

"Aap ne kabhi apne liye kuch socha hi nahi."

"Mujhe school bheja."

"College bheja."

"Medical university tak pahuncha diya."

"Khud har jagah compromise kiya."

"Lekin mujhe kabhi ehsaas nahi hone diya."

"Bhai..."

"Kabhi kabhi lagta hai..."

"...Meri wajah se aap ne apni poori zindagi rok di."

Faris ne uska haath apne dono haathon mein le liya.

"Meri taraf dekho."

Maham ne dheere se nazar uthai.

"Family ke liye jo kiya jaye..."

"Woh qurbani nahi hoti."

"Aur tum meri zimmedari nahi..."

"Meri khushi ho."

Ye sunte hi Maham ki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye.

Usne foran nazrein chhupa kar muskurane ki koshish ki.

"Ab rona band."

"Nahi to log samjhenge main tumhe daant raha hoon."

Maham halki si hans di.

Faris ne mahaul badalne ke liye kaha,

"Waise ek mission aur chal raha hai."

"Kya?"

"Tumhari shaadi fund."

Maham ne foran munh bana liya.

"Mujhe nahi karni shaadi."

"Achha?"

"Haan."

"Main aap ko chhod kar kahin nahi jaungi."

Faris hans pada.

"Ye faisla tumhara nahi hota."

"Kyun?"

"Kyun ke har beti ek din apna ghar basati hai."

Maham ne foran jawab diya.

"Theek hai."

"Jis se shaadi hogi..."

"Usse bol denge hamare ghar shift ho jaye."

Faris itna hansa ke uski chai lagbhag gir gayi.

"Tum sach mein ajeeb ho."

Maham uski taraf dekh kar dheere se boli.

"Sach kahun?"

"Mujhe jis se bhi shaadi karni hogi..."

"...Us bechare ko pehle aapse competition jeetna padega."

Faris ki muskurahat dheemi pad gayi.

Usne pyar se uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye.

"Umeed karte hai..."

"Tumhe koi aisa insaan mile..."

"Jo tumhari hansi ki qadar kare."

Kuch lamhon ke liye dono khamosh ho gaye.

Phir achanak Maham ki nazar road ke us paar padi.

Ek chhoti si ice cream shop.

Uski aankhen chamak uthin.

"Bhai..."

"Haan?"

"Ice cream."

"Abhi coffee pi hai."

"Coffee dimagh garam karti hai."

"Ice cream thanda."

"Aur zubaan bhi meethi."

"Scientific logic hai."

Faris hans pada.

"Theek hai Madam Doctor."

"Aaj ke baad mujhe medicine mat padhana."

Dono bench se uth kar road ki taraf chal diye.

Signal badalne hi wala tha.

Kuch log pehle hi road cross kar rahe the.

Faris ne idhar udhar dekha.

"Chalo."

Dono ne ek saath qadam badhaya.

Do qadam...

Teen qadam...

Tabhi...

PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!

Ek itna tez horn goonja ke poora mahaul laraz utha.

Faris ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk sa gaya.

Usne foran sar ghuma kar peeche dekha...

Aur uske chehre ka rang udd gaya.

Road ke doosre siray se...

Ek bhaari container truck...

Be-kabu raftaar ke saath seedha unki taraf badha chala aa raha tha.

Aur us lamhe...

Waqt jaise dheema pad gaya.

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[A Silent devil]

Record #005…

File Name:
"The Day Everything Changed"

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PAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!

Ek behra kar dene wala horn poore ilaqe mein goonj utha.

Faris ka dil ek pal ke liye jaise ruk gaya.

Usne foran peeche mud kar dekha…

Aur uske chehre ka rang udd gaya.

Road ke doosre siray se…

Ek bhaari container truck…

Be-kabu raftaar ke saath seedha unki taraf badha chala aa raha tha.

Driver dono haathon se steering wheel ko zor se daba raha tha.

Uski aankhon mein sirf panic tha.

Ek haath steering par…

Doosra lagataar kabhi horn par…

Kabhi brake pedal par—

baar baar… poori taqat ke saath.

Magar truck jaise kisi aur hi force ke control mein tha.

SKRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEECHHHHHHH!!

Tyres sadak ko cheerte hue jalne lage.

Hawa mein jali hui rubber ki tez boo phail gayi.

“Truck!!”

“Hato!!”

“Sab peeche ho jao!!”

Log idhar udhar bhaagne lage.

Magar Faris ki nazar sirf ek chehre par jam chuki thi.

“Maham!!”

Uski cheekh poore maidan ko cheer gayi.

“Maham!! Hato!!”

Maham ne dheere se sar uthaya.

Pehlay truck…

Phir Faris…

Phir dobara truck…

Uska chehra ekdum safed pad chuka tha.

Saans jaise gale mein atak gayi ho.

Dimagh… blank.

Jism… freeze.

Usne qadam uthana chaha…

Magar pair zameen se chipak gaye.

“MAHAM!!”

Faris poori taqat se bhaaga.

Dono ke darmiyan bas chand qadam reh gaye.

Ek…

Do…

Teen…

Usne haath aage badhaya…

Bas ek ungli ka faasla…

Bas ek pal…

DDDDHAAAAAAMMMM!!

Lohe ka bumper Maham se takra gaya.

Aur usi lamhe…

Waqt toot gaya.

Maham ka jism hawa mein uchhal gaya.

Uske baal us lamhe mein bikhar gaye jaise waqt ne unhe khol diya ho.

Ek jooti hawa mein ghoom kar door ja giri.

Uske haath beikhtiyar kisi sahare ki talaash mein phail gaye…

Magar hawa ke siwa kuch nahi tha.

Faris ka haath bhi us tak pahunchnay wala tha…

Magar sirf khaali hawa mili.

THAAK!!

Uska jism sadak par takraya.

DHAPP!!

Phir dobara ghisa…

Aur kuch meter door ja kar ruk gaya.

Sadak par lahu dheere dheere failne laga…

Patthar ki daraaron ke beech utarta hua.

Na zyada… na kam.

Bas itna ke har nazar usay dekh le.

Poora road ek lamhe ke liye jam gaya.

“Ambulance bulao!!”

“Kisi ko first aid aata hai?!”

“Usse hilao mat!!”

“Driver ko pakro!!”

Awazein ek dusre se takra rahi thin.

Magar Faris ke liye…

Sab kuch band ho chuka tha.

Uske kaanon mein sirf ek ajeeb sa sannata tha.

Woh wahi khada tha.

Jaise zameen ne uske paon se jaan nikaal li ho.

Uski aankhen sirf Maham par thi.

Aur uska dimagh…

Abhi tak yaqeen nahi kar raha tha.

Nahi…

yeh ho nahi sakta…

abhi to woh hans rahi thi…

Abhi to ice cream ki zid kar rahi thi…

Uski saans tootne lagi.

Seena bhaari ho gaya.

Aur phir…

Ek cheekh phooti—

“MAHAAAAAAAMMMM!!”

Uske ghutne zameen par gir gaye.

Woh rengta hua uski taraf badha.

Har inch ek sadi jaisa tha.

Sadak par uske haath khoon se rangte ja rahe the…

Magar usay ehsaas tak nahi tha.

Woh pahuncha…

Aur kapkapate haathon se uska sar utha liya.

“Maham…”

Uski awaaz toot chuki thi.

“Aankhen kholo…”

“Please…”

“Main yahin hoon…”

Usne uske gaal par haath rakha.

“Kya hua tumhe…”

“Abhi to tum keh rahi thi…”

“Coffee mein extra cheeni bhi dalwaunga…”

Woh ek lamha ruk gaya…

Jaise alfaaz khud uske gale mein phans gaye hon.

Phir usne dheere se kaha—

“Main kabhi mana nahi karunga…”

Uski aankhon se aansu girte ja rahe the.

“Roz ice cream khayenge…”

“Jitni tum kaho…”

“Bas… aankhen kholo…”

Usne uska haath dono haathon mein pakad liya.

“Please…”

“Mujhe akela mat chhodna…”

“Main…”

“Main tumhare bina kuch bhi nahi…”

Uski awaaz toot gayi.

Aur usi waqt door se siren ki awaaz qareeb aane lagi.

NEEENOOO… NEEENOOO…

Ambulance.

Log daud kar aaye.

“Paramedics aa gaye!”

“Peeche hat jao!”

“Pulse check karo!”

Do log Faris ko pakarne lage.

“Sir… hato…”

“Unhe treatment dene dein…”

Magar Faris ne uska haath aur zor se pakad liya.

“Nahi…”

“Main yahin hoon…”

Uski aankhen ab bhi sirf Maham par thi.

Jaise agar woh haath chhor de…

to sab kuch khatam ho jayega.

Paramedics dheere dheere uska haath chhura rahe the…

Magar uski pakad kamzor nahi ho rahi thi.

Aur phir…

Woh bas ek hi cheez repeat karta raha—

“Main kabhi mana nahi karunga…”

“Main kabhi mana nahi karunga…”

“Main kabhi mana nahi karunga…”

Aur ambulance ki lights unke chehron par ghoomti rahi…

Jaise poori duniya ab sirf ek broken moment ban chuki ho.

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[A Silent devil]

Record #006...

File Name:

"A Desperate Fight"

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Ambulance ki siren ab bhi hawa ko cheer rahi thi.

Noorabad ki masroof sadak...

Jo kuch hi minute pehle gaariyon ke horn aur logon ki baaton se bhari hui thi...

Ab sirf afra-tafri ka manzar pesh kar rahi thi.

Police ki gaadiyan ek ke baad ek mauqe par pahunch chuki thin.

Red aur blue emergency lights aas paas ki imaraton ke sheesho par pad kar ajeeb si chamak paida kar rahi thin.

"Road clear karo!"

"Ambulance ko rasta do!"

"Koi witness yahin rukay!"

Police officers logon ko peeche dhakel rahe the.

Kuch log khaufzada chehron ke saath ek doosre se baatein kar rahe the.

Kuch chup chaap khade the.

Aur kuch...

Apne phones band karte hue dheere se wahan se nikal gaye.

Truck ka driver sadak ke kinare baitha tha.

Uske dono haath buri tarah kaanp rahe the.

Aankhen surkh ho chuki thin.

"Main... main rok raha tha..."

"Qasam se... brake nahi lag rahi thi..."

"Main ne poori koshish ki..."

Ek police officer uska bayan likh raha tha.

Lekin Faris...

In sab se bilkul be-khabar tha.

Uski poori duniya...

Uski nazar ke saamne stretcher par padi hui thi.

"Maham..."

Uske honton se bas itna hi nikla.

Paramedics uske gird jhuk chuke the.

"Pulse weak..."

"Blood pressure drop kar raha hai."

"Oxygen."

"Collar."

"IV line."

Har hukm ke saath ek naya instrument istemal ho raha tha.

Ek nurse ne uske maathe ke paas se behte khoon ko jaldi jaldi saaf kiya.

Lekin kuch hi lamhon baad ek nayi laal dhaar dobara ubhar aayi.

Faris ki saansein ruk si gayin.

Uske liye lahu ka har qatra...

Jaise uske dil ka hissa lekar beh raha tha.

Ek paramedic ne uski taraf dekha.

"Sir..."

"Humein unhe foran hospital le jana hoga."

Faris ne Maham ka thanda padta hua haath apni mutthi mein mazbooti se pakad liya.

Usse aisa lag raha tha...

Agar usne haath chhod diya...

To shayad Maham bhi usse hamesha ke liye chhoot jayegi.

"Maham..."

"Main yahin hoon..."

"Tum bas himmat mat harna..."

Uski awaaz itni dheemi thi...

Ke shayad khud usne bhi theek se na suni ho.

Paramedics ne narmi se uska haath alag kiya.

"Sir..."

"Please..."

"Humein kaam karne dijiye."

Faris ne dheere se haath chhod diya.

Stretcher ambulance ki taraf daudaya gaya.

Door band hua.

Siren phir goonj uthi.

Aur ambulance tez raftaar se hospital ki taraf nikal gayi.

Faris kuch lamhe wahi khada raha.

Jaise uske pair zameen mein dhans gaye hon.

Phir achanak...

Usne hosh sambhala.

Aur apni purani sedan ki taraf daud pada.

Engine start karte waqt uske haath itne kaanp rahe the ke chaabi do baar ignition se phisal gayi.

"Tik ja..."

"Bas tik ja..."

Woh khud se keh raha tha...

Ya gaadi se...

Use khud nahi pata tha.

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Emergency Trauma Center.

Hospital ke automatic glass doors khule.

Ambulance abhi poori tarah ruki bhi nahi thi...

Ke trauma team pehle hi bahar aa chuki thi.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three!"

Stretcher ambulance se neeche utara gaya.

"Female."

"Twenty-two."

"High-speed vehicular trauma."

"Possible traumatic brain injury."

"Multiple injuries."

"Prepare OT."

Doctors aur nurses uske saath bhaagte hue andar chale gaye.

Faris bhi unke peeche dauda.

Hospital ke chamakte safed corridor...

Tez roshni...

Phenyl aur antiseptic ki mili juli khushboo...

Har taraf bhaagte hue log...

Sab kuch uski aankhon ke saamne tha.

Lekin uska dimagh sirf ek hi chehra dekh raha tha.

Maham.

Ek doctor ne stretcher ke saath saath bhaagte hue poocha,

"Patient ke saath kaun hai?"

"Main..."

Faris ne mushkil se jawab diya.

"Bhai."

"Koi allergy?"

"Pata nahi..."

"Koi chronic disease?"

"Nahi..."

"Blood group?"

"B positive..."

Doctor ne foran nurse ki taraf dekha.

"Cross match."

"Nurse, hurry."

Operation Theatre ke darwaze tak pahunchte hi do nurses ne stretcher andar dhakel diya.

Faris bhi saath jaane laga.

Magar ek nurse ne foran uske saamne haath rakh diya.

"Sir."

"Aap yahin ruk jaiye."

"Please..."

"Lekin meri behen—"

"Hum samajhte hain."

"Magar ab sirf doctors hi unki madad kar sakte hain."

Ye keh kar darwaza band ho gaya.

Laal rang ki OPERATION IN PROGRESS wali light jal uthi.

Aur Faris...

Bas us darwaze ko dekhta reh gaya.

Usne dheere se apna haath us thande sheeshe par rakh diya.

Bas kuch minute pehle...

Isi haath ne Maham ko road cross karte waqt sambhalna chaha tha.

Aur ab...

Wahi haath...

Ek band darwaze ke us paar tak bhi nahi pahunch sakta tha.

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Hospital ke corridor mein ajeeb si khamoshi thi.

Kabhi kisi machine ki beep sunai deti.

Kabhi kisi wheelchair ke pahiyon ki awaaz.

Kabhi kisi bachche ke rone ki.

Kabhi kisi nurse ke tez qadam.

Lekin Faris ke liye...

Jaise waqt chalna hi bhool gaya tha.

Woh Operation Theatre ke bahar lagi kursi par baitha bhi...

To sirf kuch seconds ke liye.

Phir uth kar chalne lagta.

Phir wapas baith jata.

Phir khada ho jata.

Uski nazar har waqt us laal batti par tiki rehti.

Har baar jab Operation Theatre ka darwaza halka sa khulta...

Uska dil umeed se dhadak uthta.

Magar har baar...

Koi nurse kisi file ke saath bahar nikalti.

Koi technician machine lekar andar jata.

Aur darwaza phir band ho jata.

Faris ne apni ghadi dekhi.

Sirf satrah minute guzre the.

Use yaqeen hi nahi aaya.

Usse laga tha...

Jaise kai ghante beet chuke hon.

Usne dono haath jod kar apna chehra unmein chhupa liya.

Uski aankhon ke saamne baar baar wahi manzar aa raha tha.

Maham ka muskura kar kehna...

«"Coffee dimagh garam karti hai..."»

«"Ice cream thanda..."»

Phir...

Horn.

Truck.

Aur hawa mein uchhalta hua uska jism.

Faris ne foran apni aankhen zor se band kar li.

"Nahi..."

Bas itna hi keh saka.

Uske hont laraz rahe the.

Pehli baar...

Usse mehsoos hua ke woh kitna bebas hai.

Usne apni poori zindagi mehnat karte hue guzar di thi.

Har mushkil ka koi na koi hal dhoondh liya tha.

Lekin aaj...

Uske paas na koi jawab tha...

Na koi raasta.

Sirf intezar.

Aur intezar...

Kabhi kabhi duniya ka sabse mushkil kaam hota hai.

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Pata nahi kitna waqt guzar chuka tha.

Hospital ki deewar par lagi ghadi ki second hand lagataar chal rahi thi...

Lekin Faris ke liye...

Jaise waqt ruk sa gaya tha.

Kabhi woh Operation Theatre ke band darwaze ko dekhta...

Kabhi saamne lagi kursiyon ko...

Jahan har chehre par ek alag kahani likhi hui thi.

Ek buzurg aadmi tasbeeh ke daane pher raha tha.

Ek chhota bacha apni maa ke kandhe par so gaya tha.

Ek aurat baar baar dua ke liye haath uthati...

Phir aansu ponch leti.

Us waqt Faris ko ehsaas hua...

Hospital mein koi sirf ilaaj ke liye nahi aata.

Har shakhs yahan...

Apni poori duniya ko bachane aata hai.

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Teen ghante...

Phir chaar...

Phir paanch...

Operation Theatre ki laal light ab bhi jal rahi thi.

Har guzarte minute ke saath Faris ki bechaini badhti ja rahi thi.

Usne na kuch khaya tha...

Na paani piya tha.

Ek nurse uske paas aayi.

"Sir..."

"Thoda paani pi lijiye."

Faris ne sirf sar hila diya.

"Meri behen theek ho jayegi na...?"

Nurse kuch lamhe khamosh rahi.

Hospital mein kaam karte karte usne hazaron mareez dekhe the.

Woh jhooti tasalli dena nahi chahti thi.

Usne bas itna kaha,

"Doctors apni poori koshish kar rahe hain."

Aur chal di.

Ye chhota sa jawab bhi Faris ke dil par bojh ban gaya.

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Aakhirkar...

Operation Theatre ki laal light bujh gayi.

Darwaza dheere se khula.

Do nurses pehle bahar niklein.

Unke baad ek middle-aged neurosurgeon mask utarte hue bahar aaya.

Uske chehre par thakan saaf nazar aa rahi thi.

Faris lagbhag daudta hua uske paas pahunch gaya.

"Doctor..."

"Meri behen...?"

Doctor ne ek gehri saans li.

"Operation technically successful raha."

Ye alfaaz sunte hi Faris ki saanson ne jaise ek pal ke liye sukoon liya.

Lekin...

Doctor ne foran baat jaari rakhi.

"Lekin..."

"Unhe bohot severe head trauma hua hai."

"Internal bleeding ko control kar diya gaya hai."

"Fractures bhi stabilize kar diye gaye hain."

"Magar..."

"Brain par jo damage hua hai..."

"Uska asal asar agle kuch dino mein hi samajh aayega."

Faris ka gala sookh gaya.

"Matlab...?"

Doctor ne seedha uski aankhon mein dekha.

"Abhi woh khatre se bahar nahi hain."

"Humein unhe ICU mein rakhna hoga."

"Har ghanta important hoga."

"Kab hosh aayega..."

"Ya kis condition mein aayega..."

"Abhi kuch nahi kaha ja sakta."

Ye keh kar doctor ne uske kandhe par haath rakha.

"I know it's difficult..."

"But don't lose hope."

Doctor chala gaya.

Faris wahi khada reh gaya.

Uske kaanon mein sirf ek jumla baar baar goonj raha tha.

"...abhi khatre se bahar nahi hain."

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ICU ke bahar sheeshe ki deewar ke peeche...

Maham machines ke darmiyan leti hui thi.

Uske sar par moti bandage bandhi hui thi.

Chehre par chhote chhote zakhmon ki pattiyan.

Haath mein cannula.

Seene par ECG leads.

Aur monitor par chalti hari lakeer...

Jo har kuch seconds baad ek halki si...

Beep...

ki awaaz paida kar rahi thi.

Faris dheere dheere sheeshe ke qareeb gaya.

Usne apna haath us thande glass par rakh diya.

"Maham..."

Uski awaaz itni halki thi...

Ke shayad sirf uska dil hi sun saka.

Kal tak...

Yehi larki uske saath park mein hans rahi thi.

Uski coffee chura rahi thi.

Ice cream ke liye zid kar rahi thi.

Aur aaj...

Uski saansen bhi machines gin rahi thin.

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Reception se awaaz aayi.

"Mr. Faris Nadeem?"

Woh palat kar udhar gaya.

Billing officer ne computer screen uski taraf ghuma di.

"Emergency surgery..."

"ICU admission..."

"Medicines..."

"Blood units..."

"Initial deposit."

Amount dekhte hi Faris kuch lamhon ke liye chup reh gaya.

Usne foran wallet nikala.

Cash.

Debit card.

Credit card.

Ek ek karke sab counter par rakh diya.

"Ye sab use kar lijiye."

Officer ne transactions process karni shuru kar di.

Machine baar baar Approved dikha rahi thi.

Har approval ke saath...

Faris ke account ka balance kam hota ja raha tha.

Screen par jab aakhri transaction complete hui...

To balance dekh kar usne halki si muskurahat di.

Woh muskurahat khushi ki nahi thi.

Bas...

Ek majboor insaan ki thi.

Jise pata tha...

Usne apna sab kuch laga diya hai.

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Kabhi...

Nadeem parivaar

ke liye paisa koi masla nahi hota tha.

Faris ko bachpan se yaad tha...

Unke ghar ke bahar roz alag gaadiyan khadi hoti thin.

Abu subah suit pehen kar office jaate.

Shaam ko muskurate hue wapas aate.

Drawing room mein business meetings hoti thin.

Bade bade clients.

Contracts.

Blueprints.

Aur Maham...

Us waqt itni chhoti thi...

Ke har guest ko dekh kar chocolate maang leti thi.

Abu hans kar kehte,

«"Ek din ye poora ghar isi ki shararaton se bhara rahega."»

Ammi muskurati hui jawab detin,

«"Aur Faris?"»

Abu fakhr se uski taraf dekhte.

«"Ye ladka..."»

«"Mere baad bhi kabhi jhukega nahi."»

Us waqt Faris bas muskuraya karta tha.

Use kya pata tha...

Ke Abu ki woh baat itni jaldi aazmaish ban jayegi.

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Business dheere dheere girna shuru hua.

Pehle ek project cancel hua.

Phir ek partner alag ho gaya.

Phir bank ka pressure.

Phir karz.

Ek waqt aisa bhi aaya...

Jab ghar ke drawing room mein contracts ki jagah...

Loan files padhi hoti thin.

Abu ki muskurahat kam hoti gayi.

Raat der tak office mein rehna...

Subah jaldi nikal jana...

Phone par behas...

Lawyers...

Meetings...

Ye sab roz ka mamool ban gaya.

Ek raat Faris paani peene utha.

Usne dekha...

Abu study room mein akele baithe the.

Desk par financial reports padi thin.

Aur pehli baar...

Usne apne mazboot baap ki aankhon mein aansu dekhe.

Abu ne foran file band kar di.

Muskurane ki koshish ki.

"Abhi tak soye nahi?"

Faris ne dheere se poocha.

"Sab theek hai na, Abu?"

Kuch lamhe khamoshi rahi.

Phir Abu uth kar uske paas aaye.

Uske kandhe par haath rakha.

"Beta..."

"Business mein kabhi upar ka din hota hai..."

"Kabhi neeche ka."

"Lekin yaad rakhna..."

"Insaan ki asli daulat uska kirdar hota hai."

"Paisa aata jata rehta hai."

"Magar imandari chali jaye..."

"To sab kuch chala jata hai."

Us raat Faris ne sirf baat suni thi.

Samjha...

Bahut baad mein.

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Uske chand mahine baad...

Nadeem Group bik chuka tha.

Jo log kal tak Abu ke office ke bahar appointment le kar khade rehte the...

Aaj unke phone uthana bhi zaroori nahi samajhte the.

Aur phir...

Qismat ne unse woh bhi cheen liya...

Jo sabse qeemti tha.

Ammi.

Aur Abu.

Ek hi din.

Ek hi haadse mein.

Us din se...

Ghar ka darwaza kholne wala beta nahi...

Ghar ka sarbarah ban kar andar dakhil hua tha.

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Us raat...

Faris ne pehli baar mehsoos kiya tha...

Ke ghar kitna khamosh ho sakta hai.

Na Ammi ki awaaz.

Na Abu ki hansi.

Na dining table par woh roz ki chhoti chhoti baatein.

Bas...

Khamoshi.

Aur us khamoshi ke beech...

Dus saal ki Maham.

Jo sofa ke kone mein ghutnon ko baahon se lapete baithi thi.

Uski aankhen itni ro chuki thin...

Ke aansu bhi shayad thak gaye the.

Faris uske paas baitha.

Kuch kehne ki koshish ki...

Lekin alfaaz hi nahi mile.

Achanak Maham dheere se uski taraf jhuki...

Aur uski shirt mazbooti se pakad li.

"Bhai..."

Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.

"Ab..."

"Ab hum akele ho gaye na...?"

Ye ek jumla...

Jaise kisi ne Faris ke seene mein chhuri utaar di ho.

Usne foran Maham ko apne se laga liya.

"Nahi."

Uski awaaz bhi bhar aa'i thi.

"Jab tak main hoon..."

"Tum kabhi akeli nahi hogi."

Usne us raat ek wada kiya tha.

Aur usne kabhi us wade ko tootne nahi diya.

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Uske baad zindagi aasaan nahi rahi.

University ki fees.

Ghar ke bills.

Rashan.

Bijli.

Karz.

Har mahine koi na koi naya bojh uske kandhon par aa girta.

Subah university.

Dopehar internship.

Shaam office.

Raat freelance projects.

Kabhi do ghante ki neend.

Kabhi usse bhi kam.

Kai dafa laptop par kaam karte karte uski aankh lag jaati.

Phir alarm bajta...

Aur woh dobara uth kar bhaagna shuru kar deta.

Uske dost university ke baad cafés mein baithte...

Trips plan karte...

Nayi gaadiyon ki baatein karte.

Aur Faris...

Seedha bus stop ki taraf nikal jata.

Uske paas waqt bhi kam tha...

Aur zimmedariyan zyada.

Elite university mein uske class fellows mulk ki sabse taqatwar families se talluq rakhte the.

Kuch future CEOs the.

Kuch politicians ke bete.

Kuch industrial empires ke waris.

Faris unke beech kabhi ajnabi mehsoos nahi karta tha...

Lekin kabhi unka hissa bhi nahi bana.

Usne faasla khud rakha.

Na isliye ke woh ghuroor karta tha...

Balki isliye...

Ke uske paas dosti nibhaane ke liye bhi waqt nahi tha.

Uski duniya sirf do logon tak mehdood thi.

Woh...

Aur Maham.

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Jab Maham ne Medical College ka entrance test pass kiya tha...

Us din woh khushi se ro padi thi.

"Bhai!"

"Mera admission ho gaya!"

Usne result ka printout Faris ke saamne hilaya tha.

Faris ne pehle kagaz dekha...

Phir Maham ko.

Aur bina kuch kahe...

Use gale laga liya.

Uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the.

Ye aansu gham ke nahi the.

Ye saalon ki mehnat ke the.

Us raat dono ne bahar se mehnga dinner nahi mangwaya.

Na koi celebration ki.

Bas mohalle ki chhoti si dukaan se do burgers aur ek cold drink lekar aaye.

Maham ne hans kar kaha tha,

"Doctor ban kar sabse pehli salary se main aapko nayi gaadi dilaungi."

Faris muskura diya.

"Mujhe gaadi nahi chahiye."

"Phir?"

"Bas itna dekhna hai..."

"Ke tum white coat pehen kar kisi mareez ko bachaa rahi ho."

Us waqt Maham ne hans kar uski baat uda di thi.

Aaj...

Irony itni berahm thi...

Ke wahi ladki white coat pehenne se pehle...

Khud ICU ke bistar par zindagi ki jang lad rahi thi.

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Reception ki kursi par baithe baithe Faris ne apna phone nikala.

Battery sirf unnis percent reh gayi thi.

Usne contacts khole.

Ek naam.

Doosra naam.

Teesra naam.

Sab university ke purane class fellows.

Jin se kabhi sirf assignment ki baat hui thi.

Kabhi corridor mein salam.

Kabhi graduation ke baad Eid Mubarak ka message.

Usne pehla number milaya.

"Hello..."

"...Main Faris bol raha hoon."

Doosri taraf chand lamhon ki khamoshi rahi.

"Faris?"

"Haan..."

Usne poori baat batayi.

Udhar se dheemi awaaz aayi.

"Yaar..."

"Mere paas itne nahi hain."

"Lekin jitne hain, bhej deta hoon."

"Shukriya."

Faris ne call kaat di.

Doosra number.

"Sorry..."

"Dad allow nahi karenge."

Teesra.

"Bhai, main mulk se bahar hoon."

Chautha.

"Meri investment phansi hui hai."

Paanchwa.

Phone hi nahi utha.

Chhatha.

Ring hoti rahi.

Kisi ne receive nahi kiya.

Har call ke baad...

Uski umeed thodi aur kam ho jaati.

Phir usne office ke logon ko phone kiya.

Ek senior manager ne afsos ke saath kaha,

"Main kuch arrange karta hoon."

Ek junior employee ne bina soche kaha,

"Sir..."

"Mere account mein zyada nahi hain."

"Magar please mana mat kijiyega."

"Ye meri taraf se."

Transfer ka notification aaya.

Amount bohot chhota tha.

Lekin Faris ki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye.

Usne dheere se phone ko seene se laga liya.

Kabhi kabhi...

Insaan paison se nahi...

Niyat se ameer hota hai.

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Raat kaafi guzar chuki thi.

Hospital ke corridor mein ab pehle se zyada khamoshi thi.

ICU ke sheeshe ke us paar...

Maham bilkul be-harkat leti hui thi.

Monitor ki hari lakeer ab bhi apni raftaar se chal rahi thi.

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

Faris dheere se glass ke qareeb gaya.

Usne apni mutthi band kar li.

Phir Maham ko dekhta hua bahut aahista bola,

"Tum hamesha kehti thi na..."

"Main har mushkil ka hal dhoond leta hoon."

Is baar uski awaaz toot gayi.

"Main bhi dhoond lunga..."

"Bas..."

"Tum haar mat maanna."

Usne aankhen band kar li.

Usse bilkul andaaza nahi tha...

Ke uski saari savings...

Aur logon se jama hue paise...

Sirf shuruaat the.

Asli imtehaan...

Abhi baqi tha.

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Do din...

Aise guzre...

Jaise har ghanta ek saal ho.

Kabhi doctors ICU ke andar bhaagte nazar aate.

Kabhi nurses dawaiyan badalti.

Kabhi monitor ki awaaz tez ho jaati.

Kabhi sab kuch phir se khamosh.

Aur Faris...

Un do dino mein shayad hi hospital se bahar nikla ho.

Na usne theek se kuch khaya.

Na chain se soya.

Uski daadhi ugne lagi thi.

Aankhon ke neeche siyah halqay utar aaye the.

Lekin jab bhi koi doctor ICU se bahar aata...

Woh har baar usi umeed ke saath khada ho jata...

Ke shayad is baar koi achhi khabar mile.

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48 Hours Later...

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[A Silent devil]

Record #007...

File Name:
"The Inner Nexus” ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

48 Hours Later...

Mehrabad.

The Ascension Foundation.

Project Eternis Research Facility.

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Atthalees ghante...

Kisi aam insaan ke liye sirf do din hote hain.

Lekin Project Eternis ke Recovery Wing ke liye...

Ye sirf do din nahi the.

Ye do hazaar aath sau assi (2,880) minute ki bechaini the.

Temporary Awakening ke baad...

Facility ka mahaul bilkul badal chuka tha.

Safed roshni se jagmag karte lambe corridors...

Glass walls ke peeche chalti advanced laboratories...

Air filtration system ki musalsal humming...

Aur har doosre kamre se sunai deti monitors ki ek hi lay...

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

Yahan waqt ghadiyon se kam...

Machines ki awaazon se zyada naapha ja raha tha.

Recovery Wing ke har workstation par nayi reports ka dher laga hua tha.

Neural activity logs.

Brainwave comparisons.

Cellular regeneration charts.

Har reading ko baar baar verify kiya ja raha tha.

Har anomaly ko teen martaba dobara check kiya ja raha tha.

Ek minute aur taintalis seconds...

Bas itna hi waqt mila tha.

Lekin un ek minute aur taintalis seconds ne...

Project Eternis ke pandrah saal purane yaqeen ko hila diya tha.

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Observation Corridor ke ek kone mein teen ghair mulki doctors dheemi awaaz mein baat kar rahe the.

Dr. Richard Hayes.

United Kingdom.

Senior Neuro-Regeneration Specialist.

Emergency consultation ke liye seedha London se bulaya gaya tha.

Usne coffee ka aakhri ghont piya...

Khali cup paas wale bin mein phenka...

Aur halki si muskurahat ke saath bola,

"I travelled halfway across the world..."

(Hinglish: "Main aadhi duniya ka safar karke yahan aaya...")

"...for barely two minutes."

("...aur mila sirf do minute se bhi kam waqt.")

Uske bagal mein khadi Dr. Elena Volkov ne foran uski taraf dekha.

Russia.

Cellular Recovery Expert.

Usne bilkul seedhi awaaz mein kaha,

"Not two minutes."

(Hinglish: "Do minute nahi...")

"One minute and forty-three seconds."

("Ek minute aur taintalis seconds.")

Richard hans deta hai.

"You actually counted?"

(Hinglish: "Tumne waqai count kiya tha?")

Elena ke honton par halki si muskurahat ubhri.

"That's literally my job."

(Hinglish: "Yehi mera kaam hai.")


Un dono ki baat sun kar teesra doctor bhi monitor se nazar hata kar unki taraf mud gaya.

Dr. Daniel Kim.

South Korea.

Neural Signal Analysis Division.

Ab tak woh bina kuch kahe screens observe kar raha tha.

Usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha,

"Sometimes..."

"...history only needs ninety seconds."

(Hinglish: "Kabhi kabhi tareekh banne ke liye sirf kuch lamhe kaafi hote hain.")

Richard ne gahri saans li.

"I just hope..."

(Hinglish: "Bas umeed karta hoon...")

"...those few moments were real."

("...woh chand lamhe waqai haqeeqat the.")

Teeno kuch der ke liye khamosh ho gaye.

Unki nazrein ek hi jagah tik gayin...

Observation Glass ke us paar.

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Recovery Wing ke doosre hissay mein...

Pakistani research team bhi pichhle do dinon se lagataar duty par thi.

Dr. Usman Baig.

Lead Neural Systems Engineer.

Uske saamne ek saath chaar monitors chal rahe the.

Har screen par rang birangi waveforms lagataar hil rahi thin.

Kabhi woh ek graph zoom karta...

Kabhi doosra compare karta...

Kabhi kisi reading par chhota sa note likh deta.

Uske bilkul saamne...

Dr. Mehak Ali laboratory se aane wali fresh biochemical reports verify kar rahi thi.

Kabhi microscope data.

Kabhi blood chemistry.

Kabhi inflammation markers.

Uski ungliyan tablet par itni tezi se chal rahi thin...

Jaise woh pichhle atthalees ghanton se ruki hi na hon.

Thoda peeche...

Dr. Ahsan Mirza Recovery Protocol dobara review kar raha tha.

Temporary Awakening ke baad emergency medication sequence mein koi tabdeeli zaroori to nahi...

Woh isi ka jaiza le raha tha.

Facility ka har shakhs kisi na kisi kaam mein itna masroof tha...

Ke kisi ko corridor ke doosre sire se aati qadmon ki halki si aahat bhi mehsoos na hui.

...

Tuk...

Tuk...

Tuk...

Heel ki halki awaaz dheere dheere qareeb aati gayi.

Sab se pehle Mehak ne sar uthaya.

Phir Usman.

Phir Ahsan.

Aur kuch hi lamhon baad...

Dr. Neelam Rehman unke darmiyan aa kar ruk gayin.

Safed lab coat.

Haath mein transparent tablet.

Baal saaf tarteeb se bandhe hue.

Chehre par hamesha wali sanjeedgi.

Lekin aankhon ke neeche utarti halki si thakan bata rahi thi...

Ke unhone bhi pichhle do din mushkil se aaram kiya hoga.

Unhone kisi formal greeting ke baghair seedha poocha,

"Morning."

Phir ek nazar sab par daalte hue boli,

"Status?"

Usman ne foran monitor ki taraf ishara kiya.

"Neural activity stable hai."

"Temporary awakening ke baad jo abnormal spikes aa rahe thay..."

"...woh ab gradually settle ho gaye hain."

Usne screen Neelam ki taraf ghumayi.

"Lekin ek cheez ab bhi samajh nahi aa rahi."

"Brain ka damaged hissa itni recovery show hi nahi karna chahiye tha."

Ahsan ne foran baat aage badhai.

"Cell regeneration expected rate se kaafi upar chal rahi hai."

"Medically..."

"...iska koi logical explanation nahi banta."

Mehak ne bhi apni report table par rakh di.

"Blood chemistry bhi ajeeb behave kar rahi hai."

"Har baar jab lagta hai body collapse ki taraf ja rahi hai..."

"...kuch der baad readings khud hi stabilize hona shuru ho jaati hain."

"Jaise..."

Woh ruk gayi.

Usne alfaaz dhoondhne ki koshish ki.

"...jaise body kisi cheez ke saath fight kar rahi ho."

Observation glass ke us paar capsule bilkul khamosh pada tha.

Andar...

Ayan ka jism bilkul be-harkat tha.

Sirf monitors par chalti waveforms bata rahi thin...

...ke woh abhi zinda hai.

Richard Hayes dheere dheere unke paas aa gaya.

Usne glass ke us paar dekha.

Phir bina nazar hataye bola,

"Have we identified what brought him back?"

(Hinglish: "Kya humein pata chal gaya ke woh wapas hosh mein kis wajah se aaya tha?")

Usman ne halki si muskurahat ke saath sar hila diya.

"No."

(Hinglish: "Nahi.")

"That's the problem."

(Hinglish: "Aur asal masla bhi wahi hai.")

"Humne usse jagaya nahi tha."

(Hinglish: "Us waqt hum koi awakening protocol chala hi nahi rahe thay.")

"Phir bhi..."

"...woh khud uth baitha."

Daniel Kim ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha,

"If that's true..."

(Hinglish: "Agar ye sach hai...")

"...then someone needs to rewrite every neuroscience textbook."

(Hinglish: "...to phir neuroscience ki har kitab dobara likhni padegi.")

Richard halka sa hans diya.

"Or throw them away."

(Hinglish: "Ya phir unhe seedha phenk dena chahiye.")

Is baar Mehak bhi muskuraye baghair na reh saki.

Lekin Neelam...

Bilkul khamosh thi.

Uski nazar sirf capsule ke andar leti hui us shaks par tiki hui thi.

Usne dheere se poocha,

"Current prognosis?"

Ahsan ne foran jawab diya.

"Condition ab bhi critical hai."

"Brain swelling poori tarah control nahi hui."

"Cardiac rhythm medications ke sahare stable hai."

"Body survive kar rahi hai..."

"...magar mushkil se."

Richard ne gehri saans bhari.

"So we're still losing him."

(Hinglish: "Matlab hum ab bhi use dheere dheere kho rahe hain.")

Kisi ne jawab nahi diya.

Kyun ke jawab sab ko pata tha.

Haan.

Khamoshi dobara corridor mein phail gayi.

Neelam ne capsule ki taraf dekhte hue bahut dheemi awaaz mein kaha,

"...Is baar..."

"...please wapas aa jana."

Kuch lamhe guzre.

Phir usne aankhen band karke khud se kaha.

"...Main tumhe dobara khona nahi chahti."

Uske chehre par ek pal ke liye ajeeb si udaasi ubhri...

Lekin Mehak ne ek pal ke liye uski taraf dekha.

Jaise usse mehsoos hua ho...

Ke Dr. Neelam Rehman ki is patient mein dilchaspi...

Sirf ek researcher jitni nahi thi.

Neelam ne foran apna chehra normal kar liya.

Tablet on ki.

Professional lehje mein boli,

"Usman."

"Neural interface ko standby par rakho."

"Ahsan."

"Emergency recovery drugs dobara verify karo."

"Mehak."

"Har pandrah minute baad biomarkers update chahiye."

Phir usne Richard, Elena aur Daniel ki taraf dekha.

"I have a feeling..."

(Hinglish: "Mujhe ehsaas ho raha hai...")

"...something is about to change."

(Hinglish: "...bahut jald kuch badalne wala hai.")

Kisi ne us baat ka jawab nahi diya.

Lekin na jaane kyun...

Us corridor mein maujood har shakhs ke dil mein...

Ek hi ehsaas ubhar raha tha.

Jaise...

Toofan aane se pehle ki khamoshi utar chuki ho.

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In sab se be-khabar…

Ayan ne jab hosh sambhala…

To woh apne capsule main nahi…

Balke us ke saamne…

Kuch bhi nahi tha.

Na roshni.

Na andhera.

Na hawa.

Na zameen.

Na waqt ka koi ehsaas.

Yahan tak ke…

Use apna jism bhi mehsoos nahi ho raha tha.

Sirf...

Boond...

...

Boond...

...

Boond...

Jaise kisi be-intiha gehri jagah mein kahin door paani ka ek ek qatra gir raha ho.

Har qatra...

Khamoshi ko aur gehra karta ja raha tha.

Ayan ne aankhen kholne ki koshish ki.

Pehle kuch bhi nazar nahi aaya.

Bas safed si dhund...

Jo har taraf phel rakhi thi.

Usne dobara aankhen jhapkain.

Dhund dheere dheere tootne lagi.

Jaise kisi ne hawa mein ghuli safedi ko aahista aahista hata diya ho.

Aur phir...

Uske saamne ek aisi duniya ubhar aayi...

Jaisi usne zindagi mein kabhi tasawwur bhi nahi ki thi.

Usne be-ikhtiyaar dheere se kaha,

"...Ye..."

Uske lafz adhoore reh gaye.

Har taraf...

Be-intiha neela sakoon.

Sabse pehle…

Neeche ek halki si neeli chamak nazar aayi.

Phir…

Us chamak ne poori duniya ki shakal ikhtiyar kar li.

Ayan ki saansein dheemi pad gayin.

Uske saamne…

Na aasman tha.

Na zameen.

Na afaaq ka koi kinara.

Har taraf ek gehra neela jahaan tha…

Jo dekhne mein paani bhi lagta tha…

Aur aasman bhi.

Dono ke darmiyan farq karna namumkin tha.

Jaise poori duniya…

Ek hi rang ki khamoshi se bani ho.

Usne neeche dekha.

Uske paon kisi sheeshe jaisi satah par the.

Magar woh sheesha nahi tha.

Uske neeche…

Be-intiha paani tha.

Itna saaf…

Ke uski teh nazar hi nahi aa rahi thi.

Jaise gehraai ka koi anjaam hi na ho.

Usne do second aur dekhna chaha…

Magar ajeeb si ghabrahat ne use majboor kar diya ke woh foran nazar hata le.

Jaise agar woh zyada der dekh lega...

To woh gehraai usse apni taraf kheench legi.

Ayan ne foran nazar hata li.

"...Nahi bhai."

"...Itni gehraai dekh kar hi chakkar aa raha hai."

Usne dheere se ek qadam aage rakha.

Tap...

Uske paon ke neeche neeli lehrein phail gayin.

Bilkul waise...

Jaise bilkul shaant paani mein kisi ne chhota sa pathar phenka ho.

Lehrein door tak jaati chali gayin.

Ayan ruk gaya.

Phir doosra qadam rakha.

Dobara wahi manzar.

"...Achha..."

"...Floor bhi premium quality ka hai."

Uske chehre par halki si muskurahat aa gayi.

Door…

Na jaane kitni door…

Safed sang-e-mar-mar se bana ek azeem mahal khamoshi se paani ke upar tika hua tha.

Uske buland gumbad…

Naazuk minaarein…

Aur lambi seedhiyan…

Neeli roshni mein aise chamak rahi thin…

Jaise chandni ko kisi ne shakal de di ho.

Us tak jaane ke liye sheeshe jaise raaste bane hue the.

Har raasta paani ke upar seedha chala gaya tha.

Na koi deewar.

Na koi railings.

Sirf khula raasta...

Aur dono taraf be-intiha gehra paani.

Ayan ne seedha mahal ko dekha.

"...Main kahaan aa gaya?"

"...Yaar."

"...Meri aukaat ka sapna toh kisi purane kamre tak hota."

Woh dheere se hans diya.

"...Ye toh kisi badshah ka vacation home lag raha hai.”

Usne aas paas dekha.

Sab kuch itna khamosh tha...

Ke apni saans ki awaaz bhi saaf sunai de rahi thi.

Na parinda.

Na hawa.

Na koi insaan.

Sirf woh.

Aur ye ajeeb si duniya.

Usne dheere se apne haath ko dekha.

Sab kuch bilkul normal lag raha tha.

Usne apne gaal ko chhukar dekha.

"...Sapna bhi nahi lag raha."

Usne halka sa apni bazu ko chimti kaati.

"...Ouch."

"...Theek hai..."

"...Agar dard ho raha hai to ya toh sapna bohot advanced hai..."

"...ya phir meri kismat hi advanced nikli."

Woh dheere dheere chalne laga.

Har qadam ke saath neeli lehrein uske paon ke neeche phailti ja rahi thin.

Uska darr abhi poori tarah gaya nahi tha.

Bas...

Uski aadat thi.

Jab samajh na aaye...

To mazaak kar lo.

Shayad isse cheezein kam darawni lagti hain.

Kaafi der chalne ke baad...

Uski nazar achanak baayein taraf padi.

Door...

Paani ke us paar...

Ek aur jagah thi.

Baaki sab roshan tha.

Magar woh hissa...

Gehre andhere mein dooba hua tha.

Jaise neeli duniya ka woh tukda kisi ne jaan boojh kar roshni se mehroom kar diya ho.

Andhera itna gehra...

Ke uske andar kuch bhi saaf nazar nahi aa raha tha.

Ayan kuch lamhe us taraf dekhta raha.

Pata nahi kyun...

Us jagah ko dekh kar uske dil mein ajeeb si bechaini ubhri.

Usne nazar hata deni chahi.

Tabhi...

Usse mehsoos hua...

Jaise koi usse dekh raha ho.

Bilkul seedha.

Bilkul khamoshi se.

Uska dil ek pal ke liye zor se dhadka.

Woh foran us andhere ki taraf muda.

Aur...

Bas ek pal ke liye...

Usne dekha.

Ek saya.

Bilkul usi ki qad ka.

Usi jaisi moti body.

Bas chup chaap khada hua.

Be-harkat.

Jaise kab se uska intezar kar raha ho.

Ayan ki saansein ek lamhe ke liye ruk gayin.

"...Kaun hai?"

Khamoshi.

Aur agle hi pal...

Dhund ka ek halka sa baadal us jagah se guzra.

Saya...

Gayab ho chuka tha.

Jaise kabhi tha hi nahi.

Ayan kuch der tak wahi dekhta raha.

Phir dheere se hansne ki koshish ki.

"...Haan..."

"...Zaroor wehm hoga."

"...Itni ajeeb jagah mein dimagh khud hi horror film chala deta hai."

Lekin...

Pata nahi kyun...

Usne dobara us andhere ki taraf dekhne ki himmat nahi ki.

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