Balaatkari Doctor - VI

mainne kahaa, "main yahaan phir kabhi nahin aane waalaa. hato, mujhe jaane do."

usaki tamannaaon ke gubbare mein jaise sui chubh gai ho. usane mujhe aankhein dikhaaeen aur chillaayaa, "tujhe abhi kaat kar phenk detaa hoon."

mainne sanyamit aawaaz mein kahaa, "main apane ghar par bataa kar aayaa hoon ki main yahaan aayaa hoon. agar main ghar nahin pahunchaa to baat police tak pahunchegi aur wo yahaan aa kar poochhenge. tab kyaa jawaab doge?"

police ke naam se usake hosh ud gaye, par wo jaldi se bolaa, "main kah doongaa ki too operation karawaa kar yahaan se chalaa gayaa thaa."

mainne kahaa, "main gaadi mein aayaa hoon jo baahar khadi hai. use dekhkar police waale samajh jaayenge ki main yahaan se nahin gayaa."

usane kahaa, "teri jeb mein gaadi ke paper aur teraa license honge. unase number dekh kar gaadi dhoondh loonga aur hataa doongaa."

maine kahaa, "paper aur license to gaadi mein hi rakhe hain. kaise dhoondhoge?"

wo kuchh der chup ho gayaa. ekdam se usaki samajh mein koi jawaab aayaa. usane kahaa, "theek hai, bahanchod. tuu kapade pahan aur yahaan se badh le. magar ye sab kisi se kahanaa nahin, maadarchod. agar tuune kisi se kuchh kahaa to tere donon nange photo poore shahar mein baant doongaa, bhosadi ke."

apani dhamaki kaa asar dekhane ke liye usane mere chehare par gaur se dekhaa.

mainne khel jaari rakhaa, aur shaanti se kahaa, "dekho. main badanaami nahin chaahataa. tum wo donon photo delete kar do, aur jitane paise chaahiye bolo, main abhi laa kar detaa hoon. bolo. paanch hazaar? das hazaar? bees hazaar?"

ye rakamein sunate hi usake hosh ud gaye. uski aankhon mein laalach ubhar aai. usane kuchh sochaa aur bolaa, "too to seth hai re. chikanaa seth. khair. tuu itanaa gidgidaa rahaa hai, to jaisi teri marzi. tuu bhi kyaa yaad karegaa. bees hazaar mein saudaa pakka."

phir usane kuchh sochaa aur akal ki baat boli, "magar chikane seth, teri photo to main delete nahin karane waalaa, waranaa meraa tere par kyaa zor baaqi rah jaayegaa. aisaa kar. tuu aaj bees hazaar de jaa. aur har maheene paanch hazaar dete rahanaa. main teri photo apane paas poori hifaazat se rakhoongaa."

mere sochane ke liye to kuchh baaki nahin thaa. is kameene ke paas apani photo chhodane kaa to sawaal hi nahin thaa. main chup rahaa. usane meri chuppir ko meri ghabaraahat aur sweekrati samajhaa. wo apani kalpanaa ki nazaron mein paise dekh rahaa thaa aur gin rahaa thaa.

aise hain islaam kaa jhandaa uthaane waale. padhaai nahin, mehanat nahin. crime, masti, gunaah.

mainne ek jhatake se apane saar ke paas rakhe huye handicam ko uthaayaa aur operation table ke baahar, ek taraf, usaki pahunch se door latakaa liyaa.

wo chaunkaa aur zor se chillaayaa, "bhosadi ke, main teri maan chod daaloongaa." usaki aawaaz se chhote saa operation room goonj uthaa. usane jaldi se chakkoo uthaa kar meri aankhon ke samane laharaayaa aur use mere gale mein bhokane ki position mein laayaa. chillaaya, "cameraa de, bahan chod. waranaa terii gardan cheer daaloongaa."

main nischittaa se bolaa, "kaat daalo. main mar jaaungaa."

meri aawaaz ki shaanti ne use bhi shaant kar diyaa. wo bolaa "achchha cameraa de. main teri photo delete kar detaa hoon."

mainne kahaa, "main camera hi tod detaa hoon." aur camera zameen par patakane ke liye thodaa oopar uthaayaa."

usaki cheekh operation room mein phir se goonj gai. isa baar to cuboard mein lage kaanch ke panel aur rakhi hui botalein bhi hil kar aawaaz karane lage. wo chillaayaa, "camera mat giraanaa. camere ko kuchh huaa to maamu meri maan chod degaa."

waah re allaah ke bande. "maamu meri maan chod degaa" ko usane ek kahaawat ki tarah istemaal kiyaa thaa. use is baat se koi farq nahin padataa thaa ki isase usakaa maamu bahan-chod ban jaataa. par jo doctor dhokhe se balaatkaar kar sakataa thaa wo bahan aur bhateeje ko bhi chodataa ho to koi badi baat nahin.

usakaa badan dar se kaanp rahaa thaa. usaki aankhon mein asali ghabaraahat hi. usake maathe par kai lakeere sikudi hui thin. usaki hawaaiyaan ud rahi theen.

meraa camere ko phenkane kaa koi iraada nahin thaa. aakhir wahi cameraa to meri us par pakad thaa. main binaa kuchh bole usaki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar use dekhataa rahaa. wo samajh gayaa ki filhaal baazi mere haath mein aa gai hai. usane chaakko phir se mere sar ke paas rakh diyaa. phir wo chupchap mere seene se uthaa aur operation table se utar gayaa. phir wo jaa kar mere pairon ki taraf khadaa ho gayaa. usake chehare par abhi bhi chintaa thi.

magar main usaki fitarat samajh gayaa thaa. woh mere saamane surrender karane kaa drama kar ke mujhe nishchit kar rahaa thaa taaki main koi galati karoon aur wo phir se baazi palat kar apane haq mein kar sake.

mainne usase kahaa, "mere pant ki jeb se meraa mobile nikaalo."

wo gayaa aur pant ki jeb se meraa mobile nikaalaa. 18,000/= kaa mobile dekhate hi usaki aankhon mein phir laalach aa gai, aur use mere rutabe ka phir se ehasaas huaa.

mainne usase kahaa, "sms type karo." usane phat phat button dabaaye aur mujhe dekhaa. matalab ki use mobile istemaal aataa thaa. koi acharaj ki baat nahin thi. us jaise logon ko padhaai ki kitaabon ke alaawaa duniyaa ke har khilaune se khelanaa aataa thaa.

main kahataa gayaa. wo type karataa gayaa. "hi mom. operation over. main doctor khan ke bhateeje Imtiyaaz ko usake ghar drop karane jaa rahaa hoon. phir ghar aaungaa. c u. luv u mom."

usane type kiyaa huaa message mujhe dikhaayaa. theek thaa. mainne kahaa, "ab ise "mom" ke number par bhej". usane mujhe dikhaate huye "mom" dhoondhaa. aur send kar diya. kuchh seconds mein mom kaa return sms aa gayaa jise usane padh kar sunaayaa, "ok. son. luv u."

usaki samajh mein to aa gayaa hogaa phir bhi mainne rasman kahaa, "meri mom ke mobile mein tumhaaraa naam aur maamu se rishtaa darz hai. ab agar mujhe kuchh bhi huaa to police tumhe dhoondh legi. waise bhi police se pahale maamu tumhaare saare bajaa denge."

usakaa chehare par billi ke saamane phanse huye kabuutar aur saanp ke saamane aaye chuuhe jaise bhaav the. ab baazi usake haath mein kabhi nahin aane waali thi. ab mujhe usase filahaal koi khataraa nahin tha.

usake jaisi kameeni fitarat waalon ka na koi dharm thaa na imaan. jab use ek musalamaan hone ke naate jumme ki namaaz padhani chaahiye thi, tab wo yahaan mujhe chloroform sunghaa kar mera balaatkaar kar rahaa thaa. is waqt bhi wo sirf isaliye dabaa huaa thaa kyonki ab baazi poori tarah se mere haath mein thi. magar main jaanataa tha ki jaise hi usako koi raastaa dikhegaa wo fauran mujhape haavi ho jaayegaa, aur tab to wo mujhase aur zyaadaa darindagi se pesh aataa. ab hamaari ladaai sirf jism ke balaatkaar ki nahin rah gai thi. ab yah taaqat kaa khel thaa. aur mujhe is khel mein usako haraanaa thaa. mainne usako is game ke baaki rules sikhaane kaa faisalaa kiyaa.

mainne camere mein se apani donon photo delete kareen aur table se utar kar usake paas jaa kar camera use de diyaa. usane camera ek cupboard mein ek dabbe mein band kar ke rakh diya.

mainne usaki dick ki taraf ishaaraa karate huye kahaa. "saaf karo."

usane ek kapadaa nikaalaa aur apani dick ko achchhi tarah saaf kar liyaa. phir sink ke nal se paani lekar apani dick ko dhoyaa.

mainne operation table ki taraf ishaaraa karate huye usase kahaa, "let jaao."

wo bhauchakkaa saa rah gayaa. pahale to usaki samajh mein nahin aayaa ki main kyaa kah rahaa hoon. par jab usaki samajh mein wohi matalab aayaa jo us jaise shakhs ko samajh aa sakataa thaa, to usaki hawaaiyaan udhane lagin. wo hakalaataa huaa bolaa, "n, n, na, nahin."

mainne usakaa kahaa doharaayaa, "nahin, " aur phir zor dete huye kahaa, " sir."

kuchh der mein wo samajhaa aur phir atakate huye bolaa, "nahin. s s sir."

mainne maasoomiyat se usase poochhaa, "pahale police ko phone karoon yaa maamu ko?"

wo ghabaraa kar hakalaataa huaa bolaa, "nahin." (thoda ruka) "sir."

mainne matter-of-factly kahaa, "matalab ki main tumhein apanaa balaatkaar karane ke liye 'thank you' boluun aur apane ghar jaaun?"

usane ghabaraate huye kahaa, "mujhase galati ho gai, sir". is baar usane "sir" binaa ruke bolaa thaa.

mainne poochhaa, "galati ki sazaa bhugatane se darate ho?"

wo gidgidaayaa, "nahin, sir. sazaa se mujhe koi dar nahin. aap mujhe maariye, peetiye. gaaliyaan deejiye. main uf tak nahin karoongaa, sir."

mainne kahaa, "is sabase tum jaise dheeth par koi farq nahin padane waalaa. tumane mera balaatkaar kiyaa hai, main tumharaa balaatkaar karoonga. hisaab baraabar."

wo gidgidaayaa, "mujhe maaf kar deejiye, sir."

mainne phir se matter-of-factly kahaa, "matalab ki tum meraa balaatkaar karane ke liye sorry bol rahe ho aur main apane ghar jaaun?"

use is baat kaa waahiyaatpan samajh mein aa gayaa. wo chupchap, confused sa mujhe dekhata rahaa.

mainne kahaa, "islaam mein to balaatkaar karane waale ko patthar maar maar kar maar daalaa jaataa hai. main to tumhaaraa balaatkaar kar ke tumhein zindaa chod duungaa."

mere tark ne usaki akad ko phir ubhaaraa. wo bahas ke mood mein aa gayaa. bolaa, "Islaam mein pashchaataap karane waale ko maaf kar dete hain, sir."

matalab ki tarkon ka us par koi farq nahin padana thaa. to phir ab se tark band.

main chillaayaa, "tumane meri behoshi mein meraa balaatkaar kiyaa. meri nangi photo kheenchi. mujhe chakkoo dikhaayaa. mujhe maar daalane ki dhamaki di. mujhe gaaliyaan din. mujhe blackmail kiyaa. apane doston se meraa balaatkaar karawaate rahane kaa plan banaayaa. mere doston kaa balaatkaar karane kaa plan banaayaa. mujhase dhandhaa karawaane kaa plan banaayaa. aur main tumhein maaf kar doon?"

ab tak usane jo kuchh kiya thaa usamein koi badi planning nahin thi. jaise jaise maahaul khulaa thaa, waise waise usane mahaul kaa faayadaa uthaayaa thaa. magar mainne usake gandein kaamon ki yah jo list sunaai thi, use sun kar use shaayad ab pahali baar ehasaas huaa ki usane kyaa kyaa kiyaa thaa. wo abhi tak soch rahaa thaa ki usane sirf meraa balaatkaar kiyaa thaa. usake liye usakaa kiyaa baaki sab koi big deal nahin thaa.

mainne aage kahaa, "maafi ke to tum qabil nahin ho, aur marane-peetane kaa tum par koi asar nahin hone waalaa. tumane mera balaatkaar kiyaa hai, aur isake badale mein main bhi tumhaaraa balaatkaar karoongaa."