عکسِ جنون (Aks-e-Junoon)
مکمل پارٹ 1 پڑھنے کے لیے ان لاک کریں
نیچے دیے گئے بٹن پر کلک کر کے ایڈ دیکھیں اور قسط 1 سے 6 تک کا پورا ناول ان لاک کریں۔
Chapter 1: Pehli Mulaqat
Raat ke do baj rahe the. Poore shehar par ek sannaata taari tha, lekin underground dunya ke sab se bade maalik Zaviyar Malik ke mansion mein roshniyan abhi bhi jall rahi thin. Zaviyar—wo naam jiske zikr se bade se bada gangster kaanp uthta tha. Uski gehri kaali aankhen, chehre par sherdil waali be-rahmi, aur hamesha haath mein sulagti hui qeemti cigar uski pehchan thin.
Is waqt wo apne dark wooden office desk ke peeche baitha, samne biche hue map aur shipping documents ko ghor se dekh raha tha. Kamre mein sirf uske cigar ke dhuwayen ki halki boo aur ghatiya khamoshi thi.
Tabhi darwaze par do baar halki dastak hui. Ussi pal Farhan, uska sab se bharosemand right-hand man, andar dakhil hua. Farhan ka chehra bata raha tha ke mamla aam nahi hai.
"Boss... humne us larki ko pakad liya hai. Yeh wahi hai jo pichle teen din se hamare secret dockyard warehouse ke bahar camera le kar ghoom rahi thi aur photos bana rahi thi," Farhan ne sar jhukaye hue kaha.
Zaviyar ne cigar ka ek lambha ghont liya, dhuwan hawa mein chhora aur thandi, bhari aawaz mein bola, "Lao usey andar."
Darwaza poora khula aur do armed guards ek larki ko dhakel te hue andar laye. Uske haath peeche rassi se sakht bandhe hue the. Uske kapdon par dhoor lagi thi, lekin uske chehre par darr ka naam-o-nishaan tak na tha—sirf gussa, zidd aur aag thi. Uska naam Ameeraz Shah tha, Mass Communication ki ek nidarr student, jo ek investigative report ke chakkar mein bina jaane aag ke darya mein qadam rakh chuki thi.
Ameeraz ne zameen par nazar rakhne ke bajaye seedha saamne baithe shakhs par dali. Zaviyar ki shakhsiyat mein ek aisi haibat aur rob tha ke ek pal ke liye Ameeraz ki saans halaq mein atakti hui mehsoos hui, lekin usne foran apni zidd par qaabu paya.
Zaviyar apni jagah se utha. Uske bhare aur ba-roab qadam Ameeraz ki taraf barhe. Wo bilkul uske samne aakar ruka. Usne bina koi waqt zaya kiye Ameeraz ki thori (chin) ko apne sakht haath se pakda aur apni gehri kaali, be-raham aankhen uski aankhon mein gaad deen.
"Tumhe pata bhi hai tum kis ke ilaqe mein, kis raaste par khadi ho, miss?" Zaviyar ki aawaz mein ek aisi icy thandak thi jo kisi bhi majboot insaan ke hosh uda sakti thi.
Ameeraz ne jhatkay se apni thori chhudane ki koshish ki aur uski aankhon mein aankhen daal kar nafrat se boli, "Mujhe tumse ya tumhare in gun-toting goons se koi darr nahi lagta! Mujhe foran chhodo, warna mere ghar wale police..."
Zaviyar ke labon par ek halki, taanzeya muskaan aayi. Yeh uski zindagi mein pehli baar tha ke koi larki us se do inch ke faasle par khadi ho kar aankhon mein aankhen daal kar aisi baat kar rahi thi.
"Ghar wale aur police?" Zaviyar ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar ahista se kaha, "Lagta hai tumhe yeh sikhana padega ke Zaviyar Malik ke saamne kis tarah baat ki jaati hai..."
Chapter 2: Shart Aur Shikar
Zaviyar ki aawaz ki thandak ne office kamre ki hawa ko aur ziada bhaari kar diya tha. Ameeraz ne uski be-raham aankhon mein dekha—jahan darr ki jagah uski apni zidd aur ziada bharak uthi thi.
"Apna poora naam batao," Zaviyar ne bilkul dheemi, lekin hukumranana aawaz mein kaha. Uski sakht ungliyan abhi bhi Ameeraz ke chehre ke qareeb thin.
Ameeraz ne apna sar peeche kheencha aur nafrat se boli, "Mera naam jo bhi ho, tum mujhe yahan zabardasti nahi rok sakte! Tumhe andaza nahi hai ke tum kis maseebat mein padne waale ho!"
Zaviyar ne ek taanzeya hansi hansi. Wo peeche hata aur apne desk par rakha Ameeraz ka professional DSLR camera utha liya. Usne camera ka memory card nikala aur usey apni ungliyon ke beech pakda.
"Ameeraz Shah... Umar 22 saal. City University ki top journalism student. Aur tumhari family ko lagta hai ke tum apni dost ke ghar project banane gayi ho," Zaviyar ne ek paper par likhi details parhte hue kaha.
Ameeraz ka rang ek pal ke liye zard pad gaya. Is mafia leader ko uske baare mein ek ek baat maloom thi.
"Tum... tumne mere ghar waalon ki details kaise nikalin?"
"Main Zaviyar Malik hoon, Miss Shah. Is shehar ki hawa bhi meri ijaazat ke bina apna rasta nahi badalti. Aur tum mere sab se secret shipment warehouse ki pictures le rahi thin?" Zaviyar ne aage barh kar camera ko ek hi jhatke mein zameen par de maara. *Dhak!* Keemti camera ke tukde poore farsh par bikhar gaye.
Ameeraz ki aankhon mein gusse aur sadme ke aansu aageye, lekin usne khud ko rone nahi diya. "Wo mera teen saal ka kaam tha! Tumhe koi haq nahi hai mera saaman todne ka, tum darinde ho!"
Zaviyar ne uske laal hote chehre ko dekha. Har shakhs uske saamne reham ki bheek maangta tha, lekin yeh larki aag ugal rahi thi. Zaviyar ne apni pocket se ek custom silver pistol nikal kar desk par rakhi.
"Aapke paas do options hain, Miss Shah," Zaviyar ne pistol par haath pherte hue kaha. "Pehla... main abhi ek bullet se aapko hamesha ke liye khamosh kar doon taake hamare dhande ka raaz baahar na jaye. Aur doosra... tum agle do hafte ke liye meri qaid mein rahogi."
Chapter 3: Qaid Aur Junoon
Mansion ke teesre floor par bana wo room kisi paanch-star hotel ke suite se kam nahi tha—lekin Ameeraz ke liye yeh sirf ek shandaar qaid-khana tha. Bada sa velvet bed, floor-to-ceiling glass windows jo baahar ke ghanay jungle aur pehredar guards ko dikhati thin.
Ameeraz ne khidki ke paas ja kar neeche dekha. Har jagah automatic rifles liye guards ghoom rahe the. Yahan se bhaagne ka sochna bhi bewakoofi thi.
Usne gusse mein aakar side table par rakha qeemti crystal vase uthaya aur deewar par de maara. *Chhanat!* Shishe ke sau tukde farsh par bikhar gaye.
"Mujhe baahar nikalo! Main yahan ek minute bhi nahi rahoongi!" Ameeraz ne darwaze par dono haath maar kar shor machaya, lekin baahar khade do heavy guards ke chehron par junbish tak na hui.
Neeche apne study room mein baitha Zaviyar apne high-tech monitor par CCTV stream dekh raha tha. Screen par Ameeraz ka gussa, uski aankhon ki aag aur zidd saaf dikh rahi thi.
Farhan andar aaya. "Boss, Italian Syndicate ki taraf se urgent meeting ki call hai. Unka boss aapse aaj raat hi deal sign karna chahta hai."
Zaviyar ne screen se nazar hataye bina thandi aawaz mein kaha, "Meeting cancel karo. Aaj raat main kahin nahi ja raha."
Farhan hairaan reh gaya. Yeh deal arbon rupay ki thi aur Zaviyar is par pichle do mahine se kaam kar raha tha. Lekin Zaviyar ke miyaaj ke saamne bolne ki himmat kisi mein nahi thi.
Raat ke taqreeban do baj rahe the. Kamre mein bilkul khamoshi thi. Ameeraz bed ke kone mein baithi, apne ghutnon ko seene se lagaye khidki se chand ko dekh rahi thi.
*Click!* Darwaze ka heavy digital lock khula.
Ameeraz jhatkay se khadi ho gayi. Darwaza khula aur Zaviyar andar dakhil hua. Usne apna black suit jacket utar kar haath mein pakda hua tha, white shirt ke do button khule the aur aasteenen kohniyon tak charhi hui thin.
Zaviyar ne farsh par bikhre shishe ke tukdon par ek nazar daali aur phir Ameeraz ki taraf barha. "Cheezen todne se darwaze nahi khulte, Miss Shah."
Ameeraz ne apni thori oonchi ki. "Mujhe tumhari in aasaaishon ki koi zaroorat nahi hai! Mujhe meri azaadi do!"
Zaviyar chalta hua uske itne qareeb aaya ke Ameeraz ko uske mehange cologne aur tobacco ki khushboo saaf mehsoos hone lagi. Usne apna ek haath Ameeraz ke peeche deewar par tika diya, usey apne aur deewar ke beech qaid kar liya.
"Azaadi?" Zaviyar ne uske chehre ke itne qareeb jhuk kar kaha ke uski saansen Ameeraz ke gaal se takra rahi thin. "Tumne Zaviyar Malik ki dunya mein qadam rakha hai, Ameeraz. Aur jo meri dunya mein aata hai, wo ya toh mera ho jata hai... ya phir khatam ho jata hai."
Chapter 4: Ikhtilaaf Aur Aag
Agle do din tak Ameeraz ne khana khane se saaf inkaar kar diya. Servant jab bhi khane ki tray lata, wo usey haath tak na lagati. Wo apni zidd par qaaim thi ke jab tak usey azaad nahi kiya jata, wo ek nawaala bhi nahi khaye gi.
Teesre din ki shaam, Zaviyar khud khane ki tray le kar uske kamre mein dakhil hua. Ameeraz farsh par khidki ke paas baithi hui thi. Uska chehra pale pad chuka tha aur aankhon ke neeche halke siyah halqay ban chuke the, lekin uski zidd abhi bhi wahi thi.
Zaviyar ne tray table par rakhi aur sakht lehje mein bola, "Utho aur khana khao."
Ameeraz ne bina dekhe jawab diya, "Main tumhare haath ka diya hua zeher bhi na khaun."
Zaviyar ne aage barh kar uska baazu pakda aur usey ek hi jhatke mein khada kar diya. Ameeraz ne gusse mein aakar tray ko haath mara. Khana aur soup ka glass farsh par gir kar bikhar gaya.
"Mujhe tumhari koi hamdardi nahi chahiye, Zaviyar Malik! Main tumse nafrat karti hoon!" Ameeraz poori taqat se chillai.
Zaviyar ne apni aankhen band keen aur ek gehri saans li. Uska gussa aasmaan ko choo raha tha. Kisi mein itni jurrat nahi thi ke uske saamne aisi harkat kare, lekin Ameeraz ke kamzor hotay wajood ko dekh kar usne apne gusse ko dabaya.
Usne Ameeraz ko dono shanon se pakda aur bed par bitha diya. Phir wo aage jhuka aur uske maathe par aaye bikhre baalon ko ehtiyaat se peeche kiya.
"Nafrat karti ho na?" Zaviyar ki aawaz mein pehli baar gusse ke bajaye ek ajeeb sa junoon tha. "Zaroor karo. Lekin khud ko marna chhor do... kyunke tumhari jaan par ab sirf mera haq hai."
Chapter 5: Anjaney Ehsaas
Raat ke lagbhag do baj rahe the jab poore mansion mein achanak loud emergency sirens bajne lage. Russian Mafia Syndicate ke aalmi shooters ne Zaviyar ke main estate par automatic weapons se attack kar diya tha. Heavy firing aur blasts ki aawazon se poora mansion kaanp utha.
Ameeraz darr ke maare kamre ke kone mein bed ke peeche chup gayi. Usne apni zindagi mein kabhi aisi asli firing aur bomb blast ki aawazen nahi suni thin.
*BAM!* Kamre ka darwaza jhatkay se khula aur Zaviyar andar dakhil hua. Uske haath mein assault rifle thi, maathe par paseene ke qatray the aur shirt par khoon ke chhitay the.
"Ameeraz! Mere paas aao, abhi!" Zaviyar ne cheekh kar kaha aur aage barh kar uska haath pakad liya.
Zaviyar usey le kar corridor se hote hue underground safe bunker ki taraf bhaag raha tha. Tabhi samne waale balcony se do shooters ne un par tezi se firing shuru kar di. Bullets deewaron par lag kar chintiyaan baha rahi thin.
Zaviyar ne bina ek second zaya kiye Ameeraz ko apni baahon mein kheencha, uske sar ko apne seene se lagaya aur khud deewar ke kone mein jhuk gaya. Ameeraz ne Zaviyar ke dil ki tez, bhaari dhadkan ko apne gaal par mehsoos kiya. Zaviyar ne sirf ek haath se rifle chala kar dono shooters ko zameen par gira diya.
Ameeraz ne dekha ke ek bullet Zaviyar ke baazu ko chhooti hui nikli thi aur khoon beh raha tha, lekin Zaviyar ne parwah kiye bina Ameeraz ko mazeed apne qareeb kar liya tha taake usey ek aanch bhi na aaye.
Chapter 6: Saaye Aur Sachai
Attack ko nakam banane ke baad Zaviyar Ameeraz ko underground secure bunker mein le aaya. Yahan firing ki aawazen madham ho chuki thin. Farhan aur baqi guards baahar ke ilaqe ko clear kar rahe the.
Bunker ke andar sirf ek dim light jall rahi thi. Zaviyar ne apni rifle side par rakhi aur apni shirt ke sleeve ko ooper kiya jahan se khoon beh raha tha. Ameeraz ek kone mein khadi usey ghor se dekh rahi thi.
Ameeraz aage barhi aur usne paas rakhe medical box se bandage aur antiseptic nikala. Wo bina kuch bole Zaviyar ke samne baith gayi aur uske baazu par antiseptic lagane lagi.
Zaviyar ne khamoshi se uske masoom chehre ko dekha jo abhi bhi darr se halka kaanp raha tha.
"Tumne mujhe kyun bachaya?" Ameeraz ne aahista se pucha, bina nazren uthaye. "Tum chahte toh mujhe wahan akela chhod kar bhaag sakte the."
Zaviyar ne apna doosra haath Ameeraz ke chin par rakha aur uska chehra ooper kiya. Uski gehri kaali aankhon mein pehli baar koi be-rahmi nahi thi, balki ek behad gahra ehsaas tha.
"Kyunke agar tumhe kuch ho jata, Ameeraz... toh main is poori dunya ko aag laga deta," Zaviyar ne bilkul dheemi lekin vazeh aawaz mein kaha.
Ameeraz ki saans ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Yeh mafia king, jo poore shehar par hukoomat karta tha, aaj uske samne apne dil ke raaz khol raha tha.
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