Raat ke 11:47 ho rahe the.
Sara apne kamre ki khidki ke paas khadi thi.
Bahar andhera tha, sirf street light ki halki si roshni sadak par gir rahi thi. Hawa thandi thi… par uske haath paseene se bhare hue the.
Uska phone baar-baar vibrate kar raha tha.
Screen par ek hi naam flash ho raha tha —
Unknown Number
Sara ne pehle ignore kiya.
Phir phir se call aaya.
Phir message.
"Pick up. Tumhe sach jaana hai."
Uska dil zor se dhadakne laga.
"Kaunsa sach?" usne apne aap se kaha.
Finally usne himmat karke call receive kiya.
"Hello…?" uski awaaz halki si kaap rahi thi.
Kuch seconds tak silence raha… sirf halki saans ki awaaz sunai de rahi thi.
Phir ek dheemi, thandi awaaz aayi:
"Tum sach jaanna chahti ho, Sara?"
Sara freeze ho gayi.
Usne kabhi apna naam is number ko nahi bataya tha.
"Kaun ho tum? Mera naam kaise pata?" usne jaldi-jaldi poocha.
Doosri taraf se sirf ek halki si hansi aayi…
aur call cut ho gaya.
Sara ne turant phone check kiya — no call history.
Jaise call kabhi hua hi nahi.
Us raat Sara ko neend nahi aayi.
Usse lag raha tha —
ye sirf ek call nahi tha…
ye kisi badi cheez ki shuruaat thi.