Mansi ki aankhon par bandhi patti jaise hi khuli, sab kuch dhundhla-sa dikh raha tha. Uske haath-pair bandhe hue the aur woh thandi zameen par padi thi.
Woh ek khoobsurat college jaane wali ladki thi — seedhi-saadi, jinki masoomiyat kisi ka bhi dil jeet le.
Lekin aaj… uski aankhon mein sirf darr tha.
Tabhi darwaaze ke khulne ki awaaz aayi.
Ek lamba, strong aur behad handsome ladka room mein enter hua.
Uska naam Maan tha.
Maan koi aam insaan nahi tha — woh shehar ka sabse khatarnak contract killer tha.
Use Mansi ko maarne ki supari mili thi.
Par jab usne pehli baar Mansi ko college ke bahar se uthaya tha…
usi pal uski masoomiyat ne Maan ke pathar jaise dil ko hila diya tha.
Mansi peeche hatne lagi, kaanpti hui awaaz mein boli,
“Tum… tum mere saath kya karna chahte ho…?”
Maan ke honton par dheemi si shaitaani smile aa gayi.
Woh dheere-dheere uski taraf badha.
Usne koi darawne kapde nahi pehne the — balki woh bilkul college boy jaise cool aur dashing lag raha tha.
Uski gehri aankhen Mansi ko aise dekh rahi thi jaise woh uska shikaar nahi… balki uski sabse keemti cheez ho.
Maan jhuk kar uski aankhon mein dekhta hua bola,
“Bedroom mein le jaakar… tumhare saath apni suhagraat manana chahta hoon…”
Mansi ka dil zor se dhadak utha.
Darr aur shock mein woh chillayi,
“Tum pagal ho kya? Mujhe mat chhoo… main tumhe jaanti bhi nahi!”
Maan aur paas aa gaya — itna paas ki Mansi ko uske perfume ki khushboo mehsoos hone lagi.
Woh uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar bhari awaaz mein bola,
“Pagal nahi… obsessed hoon.
Aur chahta hoon tum meri zindagi ka hissa bano.
Meri… sirf meri.”
Mansi andar se kaanp rahi thi…
par ek ajeeb si baat thi.
Jab usne Maan ka chehra dhyaan se dekha, toh use yakeen hi nahi hua ki itna handsome ladka killer ho sakta hai.
Sharp jawline, bikhre baal aur carefree attitude…
Mansi ke dil ke kisi kone mein halki si halchal mach gayi.
Woh darti hui thi…
par Maan ki personality use apni taraf kheench rahi thi.
Himmat juta kar Mansi boli,
“Tum mujhe maarne ke liye laaye gaye ho na?
Phir yeh sab kya hai…?”
Maan ne uske bandhe haathon ko halka sa chhoote hue kaha,
“Haath toh uthaya tha tumhe khatam karne ke liye… lekin tumhe dekhte hi dil haar baitha. Jise duniya maut ka saudagar kehti hai, wahi aaj ek college girl ke saamne kamzor pad gaya hai. Maine faisla kar liya hai, Mansi — ab tum is apartment se bahar nahi jaogi. Tum yahin meri rani bankar rahogi.”
Woh purana apartment shehar ki bheed se door tha.
Maan ne Mansi ko godh mein utha liya. Mansi ne virodh karne ki koshish ki, lekin Maan ki pakad mazboot thi.
Use bedroom ki taraf le jaate hue Maan bola,
“Darna chhod do. Ab tumhari security meri zimmedaari hai. Jisne tumhe maarne ka contract diya tha, use maine kal raat hi khatam kar diya.”
Mansi ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Wahan junoon tha… pagalpan tha… lekin kahin na kahin sachchai bhi thi.
Usne apni poori zindagi mein aisa “dangerous but handsome” insaan nahi dekha tha.
Maan ne use bed par baithaya aur uske haathon ki rassi khol di.
“Main tumhe chot nahi pahunchana chahta, Mansi. Bas tumhe apna banana chahta hoon. Kya tum ek killer ki mohabbat banogi?”
Mansi chup thi.
Uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha.
Use pata tha ki woh azaad nahi hai…
lekin Maan ka yeh andaaz use ek ajeeb si duniya mein le ja raha tha —
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Maan ke apartment ki deewaron mein ek ajeeb sa sannata tha…
lekin ab us sannate mein darr se zyada ek ankahee bechaini thi.
Mansi ab bhi qaid thi…
lekin uski zanjeeren lohe ki nahi thi —
woh Maan ke pagalpan bhare pyaar ki thi.
Shuruaat ke kuch din Mansi ke liye kisi bure sapne jaise the.
Woh kamre ke kone mein chupchaap baithi rehti, yahi sochti ki kab Maan apna asli qaatil wala chehra dikhayega.
Lekin Maan ka behaviour uski soch se bilkul alag tha.
Har subah jab Mansi uthti, uske bed ke paas rakhi table par taaze laal gulaab hote.
Maan door khada halka sa muskura kar kehta,
“Good morning, meri rani… aaj tumhare liye tumhari pasand ki biryani banayi hai.”
Mansi hairaan reh jaati.
Jis aadmi ke haathon par na jaane kitne logon ka khoon tha…
wahi aaj apron pehen kar uske liye khana bana raha tha.
Mansi ne kai baar bhaagne ki koshish ki… lekin apartment ke har kone par Maan ki nazar rehti thi. Jab woh thak kar baith jaati, toh Maan paas aa kar dheere se kehta,
“Jab tak tum khud ready nahi ho jaogi, main tumhe chhooonga bhi nahi. Mujhe tumhara jism nahi chahiye… mujhe tumhara bharosa chahiye.”
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Dheere-dheere waqt beetne laga… aur Mansi ne dekha ki Maan uske liye woh sab kar raha tha, jo shayad koi normal boyfriend bhi na kare.
Mansi ko safai pasand thi. Ek din usne dekha ki Maan uske gande kapde machine mein daalne ke bajay khud haath se dho raha tha.
Mansi darwaaze par khadi use dekhti rahi.
Wahi strong haath… jo gun chalate the…
aaj sabun ke jhaag mein doobe hue the.
Hichkichate hue Mansi boli,
“Tum… tum yeh sab kyun kar rahe ho? Tum toh contract killer ho…”
Maan peeche muda. Halki si hansi uske hothon par aa gayi.
“Baahar ki duniya ke liye main maut hoon, Mansi…
lekin is ghar mein main sirf tumhara hoon. Tumhare kapde dhona, tumhare liye khana banana… mujhe sukoon deta hai. Kyunki yeh sab tumhare liye hai.”
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Mansi ke dil mein Maan ke liye dheere-dheere jagah banne lagi thi…
lekin sach baar-baar saamne aa jaata tha.
Kai raatein aisi hoti jab Maan late ghar lautta. Uski safed shirt par khoon ke daag hote… aur aankhon mein ajeeb si krurta. Woh bina kuch bole aata, apne weapons saaf karta, nahata — aur phir bilkul shaant hokar so jaata.
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Ek raat Maan kareeb 2 baje ghar aaya. Mansi abhi bhi jaag rahi thi. Usne dekha Maan ke haath halki-halki kamp rahe the. Woh turant uske paas gayi.
“Kya hua? Tum injured ho kya?”
Maan ne bina kuch kahe use apni taraf kheench liya… aur apna sir uske gale mein chhupa liya. Uski awaaz mein gehri thakaan thi.
“Aaj ek aur kaam khatam kiya… lekin poore waqt dimaag mein sirf tumhara chehra tha. Mujhe darr lagne laga hai, Mansi… kahin meri yeh duniya tumhe mujhse chheen na le.”
Us pal Mansi ko ehsaas hua…
yeh khatarnak killer uske pyaar mein kitna kamzor ho chuka hai.
Usne bina soche samjhe uske baalon mein haath pher diya.
Woh usse nafrat karna chahti thi…
lekin uski care aur uske chehre ka asar dheere-dheere us par bhi hone laga tha.
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Ab Mansi dheere-dheere Maan se khulne lagi thi. Woh usse baatein karti, uske banaye khane ki tareef karti… kabhi-kabhi use chidhati bhi.
Maan ka pagalpan ab dheere-dheere gehri mohabbat mein badalne laga tha.
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Ek shaam Mansi washroom mein chehra dho rahi thi. Mirror mein khud ko dekhte hue use apni college wali zindagi yaad aa rahi thi.
Tabhi achanak light chali gayi.
Purana apartment tha… aisa aksar ho jaata tha.
Ghabra kar woh boli,
“Maan!”
Agle hi pal darwaaza khula aur Maan haath mein candle lekar andar aaya.
Halki roshni mein uska chehra aur bhi zyada sharp lag raha tha. Shirt ke upar ke do buttons khule hue the… aur uski gehri nazar seedhi Mansi par tiki thi.
“Main yahin hoon,” usne dheere se kaha.
Chhote se washroom mein dono bahut kareeb khade the.
Mansi ki peeth deewar se lagi thi.
Baahar baarish shuru ho chuki thi… jinki awaaz andar tak aa rahi thi.
Maan ne candle side mein rakh di aur apne dono haath deewar par tika diye — Mansi ke chehre ke paas.
“Tum… bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho,” uski awaaz aur bhi slow ho gayi.
Mansi ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Usne koi virodh nahi kiya.
Maan dheere-dheere uske kareeb aaya. Uski saanson ki garmi Mansi mehsoos kar sakti thi.
Mansi ne aankhen band kar li — darr se nahi… balki ek ajeeb se ehsaas se.
Maan ne bahut halki si kiss uske hothon par di.
Yeh zabardasti nahi thi…
yeh ek chaahat thi.
Mansi ke haath khud-ba-khud uske kandhon par aa gaye.
Us andhere washroom mein ab darr nahi tha —
sirf do log the jo ek-dusre ko mehsoos kar rahe the.
Kiss ke baad Maan ne apna maathe uske maathe se laga diya aur dheere se bola,
“Ab toh yakeen hai na?
Tum meri ho… aur main sirf tumhara.”
Aage kya hoga jaanna hai toh padhte rahiye…
Iske baad story mein proper dark romance start hone wala hai 🌚
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