🎧 Shraapit – नारकपुर की आखिरी ट्रेनPart 5: “Arjun ka Wapsi”
Raat ke 12 baj kar 5 minute ho chuke the.
Pura sheher so raha tha, par Narakpur ke track par hawa fir se tez ho gayi thi.
Train ka horn door se sunai diya — wahi purana, dhaansu, thoda sa gungunata hua horn…
jaise koi purani yaad laut rahi ho.
Sanchita ne aankhein kholi.
Wo kisi compartment me thi —
window se kaala dhuaan andar aa raha tha, aur lights blink kar rahi thi.
Samne ek aadmi baitha tha…
jiski aankhon me ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha.
Arjun.
Usne dheere se kaha —
“Dar mat… ab tu akeli nahi hai.”
Sanchita ne poocha, “Tum kaun ho?”
Arjun muskuraya —
“Main bhi kabhi passenger tha...
Par ab main... iss train ka conductor hoon.”
Train rukti hai. Bahar se kuch awaazein aati hain — jaise log madad ke liye chillaa rahe ho.
Par Arjun shant hai.
Wo khidki se dekhta hai — ek aadmi track ke beech khada hai,
aur uske haath me ek mobile hai, jisme Sanchita ka number likha hua hai.
“Wo Aarav hai,” Arjun bolta hai.
“Usne tumhe bachane ki koshish ki… par ab wo agla musafir ban gaya hai.”
Sanchita ka phone vibrate karta hai.
Screen pe likha hota hai:
“Incoming Call – Aarav (Unknown Frequency)”
Wo call uthati hai —
dusre side se sirf ek line aati hai,
“Main station se bahar nahi nikal pa raha…”
aur phir background me train ke brakes ki cheekh.
Arjun khada hota hai,
aur apni topi utaar kar Sanchita ko deta hai —
“Jab agla station aaye, door se mat dekhna…
warna tumhara naam diary me likha jaayega.”
Train fir se rukti hai.
Bahar ek aadmi ka silhouette dikhai deta hai —
wo haath hila raha hai, jaise kisi ko bula raha ho.
Sanchita pal bhar ke liye dekhti hai… aur uska chehra Aarav ka hai.
Usne bas itna kaha —
“Train se mat utarna…”
phir uska chehra dhuaan me ghul gaya.
Sanchita darr ke maare peeche hat gayi.
Arjun diary kholta hai, aur bolta hai —
“Ek baar naam likh gaya, to safar poora karna hi padta hai.”
Usne diary Sanchita ke haath me di.
Wo dekhti hai —
uske naam ke niche likha tha:
“Conductor – Arjun.”
“Next in line – Sanchita.”
Arjun uski taraf dekhta hai,
aur halki si muskaan ke sath keh deta hai:
“Train ko chalana ab tumhara kaam hai.”
Lights band ho jaati hain.
Train horn bajta hai.
Aur jab subah Narakpur station par log pahuchte hain,
to platform par ek nayi diary milti hai —
jisme likha hota hai:
“Narakpur Express – New Conductor: Sanchita Mehra.”
Aur sabse niche likha hota hai:
“Agla passenger kaun?”
(Train horn fades… aur ek halki si female whisper sunai deti hai)
“Agla part… abhi khatam nahi hua.”
