Thandi Ungliyon Ka Ehsaas – Karachi Defence Ka Bhootiya Waqia

Mera naam Saad hai. Main Karachi ke Defence area mein rehta hoon, aur main humesha se hi kisi bhi bhoot,rooh ya aatma jaise cheezon pe yakeen nahi karta tha. Lekin jo mere saath pichle saal hua, uske baad meri soch hamesha ke liye badal gayi. Waqia October ki ek sardi ki raat ka hai. Main freelance graphic designer hoon aur us din mujhe ek urgent client ka kaam complete karna tha. Ghar mein generator kharab tha aur bijli gayi hui thi, toh maine decide kiya ke main apne purane office chala jaata hoon, jo ke Clifton mein ek purani building mein tha. Woh jagah main pehle use karta tha lekin ab sirf storage ke liye rakhi hui thi. Building old aur thodi si creepy thi, lekin mujhe lagta tha ke bas mera waham hai. Raat ke kareeb 11:30 baje main wahan pohcha. Poori building mein khamoshi thi, sirf mere office ke floor par ek tube light chal rahi thi.Maine jaldi se apna Laptop lagaya, aur kaam mein lag gaya. Har taraf sannata tha. Sirf main, mera kaam, aur woh purani khurkhurahat bhari tube light. Shayad raat ke us pehar mein har awaz ziada tez lag rahe thi. Kareeb 1 baje mujhe laga ke kisi ne mere peeche se guzarnay ki koshish ki. Pehle toh maine ignore kiya, socha koi hallucination hai. Lekin jab maine clear footsteps suni, main turant palta. Peeche koi nahi tha. Room ka darwaza lock tha. Main ne apne aap ko samjhaya ke thakan ki wajah se mujhe ajeeb lag raha hai. Doosri baar kuch aur ajeeb hua. Mere laptop ki screen black ho gayi aur ek purana sa Windows startup tone play hone laga. Lekin mera laptop toh updated MacBook tha. Yeh kaise ho sakta tha? Maine turant system restart kiya. Jab dubara on hua, screen pe ek purana sa photo dikh raha tha – ek larki, kaale kapdon mein, jo seedha mujhe dekh rahi thi. Aankhen... woh aankhen aise lag rahi thi jaise kisi zinda insaan ki na ho. Woh picture mere kisi folder mein nahi thi. Pehle maine socha ke yeh koi virus hoga. Lekin uske baad jo hua usne meri rooh tak ko hila kar rakh diya. Room mein temperature achanak se bahut neeche gir gaya. Sansain lena mushkil ho gaya. Aur phir... meri kursi ke samne wohi larki khadi thi. Main hil bhi nahi pa raha tha. Uski aankhen, jaise andar kuch kheench rahi ho. Uska chehra bilkul expressionless tha, lekin aankhon mein itna gussa tha ke jaise meri hi jaan chahiye usko. Main chillaya. Par awaaz hi nahi nikli. Mujhe laga main apni jagah jam gaya hoon. Usne dheere dheere haath badhaya, aur mere chehre ko chhoone lagi. Uska haath barf se bhi thanda tha, jaise koi murda ho. Main behaal ho gaya. Usne sirf ek lafz bola – "wapis mat aana..." Phir ek tez scream hui, aur mein achanak se behosh hogaya. Jab hosh aaya toh main subah 6 baje floor pe pada tha. Laptop band tha. Har cheez waisi hi thi jaise chhor kar gaya tha. Lekin mere haath par ek gehri scratch thi, jaise kisi ne nakhun se kharoch diya ho. Jab main ghar aaya toh fever tha aur teen din tak main sirf bistar pe pada raha. Kisi ko kuch nahi bataya kyunki mujhe khud samajh nahi aa raha tha ke kya hua tha. Do hafte baad jab main building ka rent renew karwane gaya toh chowkidar ne bataya ke woh floor pehle kisi printing company ka tha, jahan ek larki – Zara – kaam karti thi. Usne office ke ek aadmi ke against harassment ka case kiya tha. Case dab gaya aur kuch dino baad usne wahan suicide kar liya. Woh larki wohi thi jiska chehra main ne laptop pe dekha tha. Maine turant woh jagah permanently chhor di. Aaj bhi agar main apni aankhen band karta hoon toh uski thandi ungliyon ka ehsaas mehsoos hota hai. Woh chehra... woh aankhen... kabhi nahi bhoolta. 📌 Agar aapko yeh kahani pasand aayi ho toh comment karna na bhoolein, aur doston ke saath zarur share karein. Har roz naye darr ke liye wapis aaiyega — sirf BloodTale par.