𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴

Barish ki halki boonden sheeshe par gir rahi thi…Jeon mansion ke andar maut jaisa sannata tha.

Aaj us ghar ka chiragh bujh gaya tha.

Jeon Hyunjae…Jeon family ka sabse chota beta…ab sirf ek laash ban chuka tha.

Hall ke beech white kapre mein lipta uska jism pada tha aur uske paas khari Mrs Jeon ki cheekhein deewaroon ko cheer rahi thi.

“MERA BACHA…!”wo toot kar ro pari.

Magar…

Jeon Jungkook?

Wo chup tha.

Hamesha ki tarah.

Black suit mein lipta hua…lambe qad ke sath…uski dark aankhein bilkul andheri raat jaisi lag rahi thi.Jab bhi wo apne jaw ko clench karta… uske dono gaalon par dimples ubharte… magar wo dimples pyaar nahi… khauf dete thay.

Aisa lagta tha jaise maut ne insani chehra pehen liya ho.

Uski ungliyon mein cigarette jal rahi thi…aur saamne Kim family khari thi.

Rival family.

Kabhi dosti ka ehad karne wale…aaj khoon ke qarzdaar.

Mr Kim ne gehri saans li.

“Jeon BOSS… jo hua ghalat hua…”

Lekin Jungkook ne uski baat kaat di.

Uski awaaz thandi thi…itni thandi ke rooh kaanp jaye.

“Ghaltiyon ka bhi khoon hota hai.”

Room mein sannata chaa gaya.

Kim Jihoon ne gusse se kadam badhaye.“Tum hume dhamka rahe ho?”

Jungkook dheere se hasa.

Wo hasi nahi thi…

Qayamat thi.

“Dhamki?”wo aage badha.“Maine abhi shuru bhi nahi kiya.”

Jimin side mein khara sab dekh raha tha.Usse pata tha…

Jab Jungkook ki aankhon mein wo andhera utar aaye…toh phir koi nahi bachta.

Tabhi…

Room ke ek kone mein khara aik larka apni books PARH RHA THA.

Kim Taehyung.

Sirf 16 saal.

Na mafia se matlab…na business se.

Wo bas ek masoom bachcha tha jo shayad galat family mein paida ho gaya tha.

Uske soft brown baal halki si curls mein maathay par gir rahe thay…pink lips darr se halka sa kanp rahe thay…aur uski badi badi aankhein bilkul hiran jaisi lag rahi thi.

Wo sab se door khara tha…jaise andheron ke darmiyan koi masoom roshni phans gayi ho.

“Kuch log phoolon ki tarah hote hain…aur duniya unhe jung ka hissa bana deti hai…”

Mr Kim ne teeth grind kiye.

“Kya chahiye badle mein?”

Jungkook ne cigarette neeche pheki…aur seedha Taehyung ki taraf dekha.

Aisi nazar…

Jaise shikari ne apna nishana chun liya ho.

“Mujhe badle mein Taehyung chahiye.”

Taehyung ki saansein ruk gayin.

Uski books haath se lagbhag gir gayin.

“W-what…?”

Mrs Kim shock mein boli,“Jungkook tum pagal ho?! Wo tumse 12 saal chota bacha hai!”

Magar Jungkook ki expression tak nahi badli.

“Mujhe farq nahi padta.”

Usne dheere se Hyunjae ki laash ki taraf dekha.

“Ya toh Taehyung…”phir uski aankhein dobara Kims par tik gayin,“ya qatal ke badle qatal.”

Room mein maut jaisa sannata phail gaya.

Taehyung ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha.

“Papa…”

Uski awaaz toot gayi.

“Main…?”

Mr Kim ne aankhein band karli.

Ek baap aur empire boss ke darmiyan jung chal rahi thi.

Aur aakhir…

Empire boss jeet gaya.

Taehyung haar gaya.

“Kabhi kabhi maa baap apne bachon ko maut se bachane ke liye…unhe zinda qabar mein dhakel dete hain…”

Taehyung ki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye jab Jungkook uske paas aaya.

Wo bohot qareeb ruk gaya.

Taehyung ne pehli baar uski aankhon ko itna paas se dekha…

Andhera.

Sirf andhera.

Jungkook ne uska nazuk sa haath pakda.

Taehyung ka poora jism kaanp gaya.

“Chalo.”

“Please…” Taehyung ki awaaz bharayi,“maine kuch nahi kiya…”

Magar Jungkook ne koi jawab nahi diya.

Usne bas uska haath aur mazbooti se pakda…aur use sabke saamne le gaya.

Us raat…

Taehyung ka nikkah Jeon Jungkook se kar diya gaya.

Na mohabbat thi.Na raza mandi.

Sirf badla.

Sirf khoon.

Sirf ek masoom ki qurbani.

Nikkah ke baad jab Jungkook usse Jeon mansion le ja raha tha…Taehyung ne peeche mud kar apni family ko dekha.

Magar kisi ne usse roka nahi.

Kisi ne uska haath nahi pakda.

Aur us pal…

Uske andar kuch toot gaya.

“Insaan tab nahi rota jab usse dard milta hai…insaan tab rota hai jab usse ehsaas ho ke wo akela reh gaya hai…”