Bloodtale part 2: Khoon se likhi hui kahani

Raat ke andhere mein ab phir se ek kahani zinda hone wali thi. Haveli jahan Anvi Singh ki saansein kho gayi thi, ab kisi naye mehmaan ka intezaar kar rahi thi. Us raat ke baad Chhanpur gaon mein kisi ne haveli ki taraf dekha bhi nahi. Lekin duniya rukti nahi. Anvi ke last video ne poore internet par aag laga di thi. Hashtags, theories, ghost forums sab mein ek hi naam guunj raha tha — Bloodtale. Aarav Malik, ek paranormal researcher aur ek popular YouTuber tha. Uska kaam tha bhatakti roohon ka sach samajhna aur unka sach duniya ke saamne lana. Jab usne Anvi ke video dekha, uski aankhon mein ek junoon sa jag gaya. "Main jaa raha hoon usi haveli mein. Lekin main wapas bhi launga us sach ko," usne apne 1.2 million subscribers ke saamne kaha. Uske saath teen aur log the — Zara, jo uska camera sambhalti thi, Kabir, audio aur thermal devices ka expert, aur Meenal, jise spiritual artifacts aur shraap ke baare mein khaas gyaan tha. Ek garmi bhari raat ko woh Chhanpur pahunche. Gaon waalon ne unhein dekh kar mooh pher liya. Koi kuch kehne ko tayyar nahi tha. Sirf ek buddhi aurat aayi, jiske haath kaanp rahe the. "Bach jao... har naam jo us diary mein likha gaya, uska chehra kabhi roshni nahi dekhta," usne bas itna kaha aur chalti bani. Haveli door se waise hi thi — sannata, jhaadiyon mein chhupi, lekin darwaza pe ab bhi naye kharoch ke nishaan. Jaise kisi ne andar se nikalne ki koshish ki ho. Aarav ne bina hichkichaye darwaza khola. Andar ghuste hi hawa bilkul ruk gayi. Torch ki roshni bhi jaise dabne lagi. Zameen pe kuch likha tha — "Tum wapas nahi jaaoge." Zara ne camera on kiya. Kabir ne infrared sensor chalu kiya. Meenal ne ek purana mantr jaap karna shuru kiya. Lekin andar jaate hi sab kuch khud ba khud band ho gaya. Ek projector aap se aap chalu ho gaya — bina bijli ke. Screen pe Anvi ka chehra tha. Lekin woh record nahi lag rahi thi. Uski aankhen screen ke bahar dekhti hui, seedha unki taraf dekh rahi thi. Anvi ne dheere se bola, “Waqt kam hai. Tumhe samajh nahi aaya, yeh kahani nahi, ek zinda shraap hai. Har lafz jisey tum padhte ho, uski ek jaan jati hai.” Zameen ka rung badalne laga. Jaise khoon seep kar raha ho neeche se. Aarav ne diary uthayi jo ab bhi wahi padhi thi. Uska cover ab kala ho gaya tha. Pehla panna khula — aur us par likha tha: “Aarav Malik” Uska haath kaanp gaya. Zara ne peeche se cheekh maari. Uska camera ground pe gir gaya. Uske lens mein ek aurat thi — wohi safed saari wali, jiske aankhon se lahu beh raha tha. Meenal ne mantr padna shuru kiya. Lekin uski awaaz gum ho gayi. Jaise shabd hi uske mooh se chhin liye gaye ho. Kabir ne bolne ki koshish ki, “Yahan kuch... kuch hai... yeh jagah...” aur tabhi uska microphone fuse ho gaya. Ek darpan toot ke zameen pe gira. Har sheesha mein ek chehra tha — sab ek jaise. Gala kaata hua, aankhen zinda. Aarav ne diary ka doosra panna khola. Us par likha tha: “Zara Khan” Usne dekha, Zara ka chehra dheere dheere dhundhla hone laga. Jaise koi uski tasveer mita raha ho. Uski aawaz gum ho gayi, camera static mein chala gaya. Ek kamra khula. Usmein sirf ek kursi thi. Us kursi pe ek aadmi baitha tha — jal chuka, lekin aankhen khuli. Woh Devendra Rana tha. “Humne kahani likhi thi... lekin likhne wale mar gaye... ab padhne wale bacha lenge?” uske bolne ka andaaz aisa tha jaise har lafz ke saath kanch toot raha ho. Aarav ne diary ka agla panna khola. “Kabir Mehta” Tabhi Kabir ne chillana shuru kiya. Uske pair mein kuch ghusa. Zameen mein se ek haath nikla tha — sirf haddiyan thi — aur Kabir ko kheench kar andheron mein le gaya. Aarav aur Meenal ab sirf do reh gaye. Meenal ne bola, “Ye diary zinda hai. Iska har panna kisi ki jaan maangta hai. Band kar do! Jala do!” Aarav diary ko jalaane laga, lekin aag diary mein lagi hi nahi. Ulta, diary se dhuan nikla — aur us dhuan mein Anvi ki tasveer thi. Anvi ne kaha, “Tumhe doosra darwaza mil gaya... ab tum wapas nahi jaa sakte.” Tabhi haveli mein ek aur darwaza khula — jo kabhi kisi ne dekha nahi tha. Andar sirf ek ghadi thi, jo ulta chal rahi thi. Meenal us darwaze mein gayi. Aarav ne usse roka, lekin usne kaha, “Main in atmaon ka band darwaza hoon... main jaungi.” Aarav peechhe mudha — aur diary mein likha tha: “Meenal Joshi — mukti” Meenal ka chehra roshan ho gaya. Woh darwaze mein gayi, aur ghadi ruk gayi. Bas Aarav reh gaya. Diary ka aakhri panna ab khud ba khud palat raha tha. Aarav ne dekha, us par kuch nahi likha. Sirf safed panna. Usne ek pen uthaya — shayad likhne ke liye. Tabhi ek awaaz aayi — “Agar tu ne likha... tu bhi iss kahani mein sama jaayega.” Aarav ka haath ruka. Lekin uske haath khud ba khud chalne lage. Usne likhna shuru kiya: “Bloodtale ab bhi zinda hai.” Haveli ka pehla darwaza band ho gaya. Doosra darwaza ab hamesha ke liye khula reh gaya. Agli subah, ek aur camera mila — jismein koi nahi tha. Sirf ek diary, ek ghadi, aur ek photo frame — jismein Anvi, Aarav, Zara, Kabir aur Meenal ek saath muskura rahe the. Lekin woh photo purani thi. 1972 ki. Aur niche likha tha: “Rana Parivaar” Bloodtale ab sirf kahani nahi, ek legacy thi. 🩸 Part 3: "Wo Jo Waqt Se Pehle Aaye" — Coming Soon