Papa, aapne aisa kaise kar diya…?"
Aarohi ki awaaz gusse aur darr se kaanp rahi thi. Uske haath me woh papers the jo uski puri duniya hila chuke the.
"Ye sirf loan nahi hai… ye fraud case hai!" usne shock me kaha.
Uske papa chup the. Unki aankhon me guilt aur majboori saaf dikh rahi thi.
"Main… main phas gaya beta," unhone dheere se kaha,
"business deal me kisi ne dhokha de diya… aur ab wo log paise ke saath case bhi kar rahe hain."
Aarohi ka dimag ghoomne laga.
"Kitne paise chahiye?" usne jaldi se pucha.
"Utne… jitne hum kabhi chuka nahi sakte," unhone aankhen jhuka kar kaha,
"aur agar paise nahi diye… to mujhe jail ho sakti hai."
"JAIL?!" Aarohi zor se chillayi.
Uski aankhon me aansu aa gaye.
Ye sirf paise ka sawaal nahi tha… uske papa ki zindagi daav par thi.
Room me heavy silence chha gaya.
Tabhi… darwaza dheere se khula.
Aarohi ne mudkar dekha — aur uska dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya.
Black suit. Cold eyes. Confident walk.
"Rudra…" usne shock me uska naam liya.
Wahi Rudra.
Uska college enemy.
Jo usse hamesha insult karta tha.
Jo usse kabhi pasand nahi karta tha.
"Long time, Aarohi," usne halki si smirk ke saath kaha.
Aarohi ka gussa turant bahar aa gaya.
"Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?"
Rudra aaram se andar aaya, jaise ye uska hi ghar ho.
"Tumhari problem solve karne," usne seedha jawab diya.
"Tum?" Aarohi hans padi, "tum meri help karoge?"
Rudra ki aankhen thodi dark ho gayi.
"Help nahi…" usne dheere se kaha,
"deal."
Aarohi ka dil tez dhadakne laga.
"Kaunsi deal?"
Continue with part 2.....