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Aniket ek busy tech startup mein junior developer tha, Gurgaon ke ek bheed-bhaad wale apartment mein rehta tha. Roz ka kaam, thode bohot friends aur shaam ki chai, uski duniya chhoti si thi. Woh aksar WhatsApp ke voice notes se kaam aasan bana leta tha, par ek raat kuch ajeeb hua.
Shaam ke 10 baj rahe the, jab Aniket ko internship waale group mein ek voice note aya. Sender ka naam tha “Saaransh (Left)”. Usne socha ki shayad kisi ne galti se bhej diya hoga, kyunki woh banda group chhod chuka tha pichle mahine.
Curious hokar usne play kiya. Pehle 10 second mein bas bina meaning ka static tha, jaise koi radio frequency disturb ho gayi ho. Fir ek halki si farfarahat ke baad awaaz aayi – “Neeche aa jao. Main wait kar raha hoon.”
Aniket ko laga prank ho raha hai. Usne ignore kiya. Lekin 5 minute baad phone vibrate hua – ek aur voice message, is baar personal chat mein, usi Saaransh ke naam se. “Neeche nahi aoge toh main upar aa jaunga.”
Tabhi Aniket ko yaad aaya – Saaransh to ek mahina pehle ek accident mein mar gaya tha, jab woh company se raat ke 2 baje nikalte waqt flyover se gir gaya tha.
Aniket ka haath thoda kaanp gaya. Usne kisi ko call karna chaha, par phone freeze ho gaya. Sirf ek notification dikhi – “Recording…”
Usi waqt voice message ka background sound badla. Ab awaaz mein Aniket ka apna hall ka darwaza khulne ki aahat sunai di. Woh pakke taur pe keh sakta tha ki recording live thi.
Dar ke maare, usne phone band kar diya aur blanket ke neeche chhup gaya. Lekin phone wapas on hua apne aap, aur naye ek voice note mein ye sunai diya – “Tum soch rahe ho ki chhup sakte ho?”
Usne aankh ke kone se dekha – bedroom ka darwaza khula hua tha. Koi hawa nahi thi, fir bhi darwaza apne aap dheere dheere khul raha tha. Aur tabhi ek teesra voice message aya. Iss baar seedha, bina kisi static ke: “Ab tumhari awaaz bhi meri hai.”
Agle kuch din, Aniket ka behaviour badalne laga. Office mein woh apni hi awaaz mein ajeeb ajeeb voice notes bhejne laga – pehle normal, phir disturbingly distorted. Colleagues ko laga woh stress mein hai.
Ek din HR ne usse bulaya. “Aniket, tumne kal raat 3 baje group mein yeh message kaise bheja?” Unhone phone uthakar voicelog dikhaya.
Recording mein Aniket ki awaaz thi, par bol raha tha: “Main wapas aa gaya hoon… Aur tum sab mere saath aaoge.”
Sab dar gaye. Aniket khud confuse tha, usne toh kuch nahi bheja tha.
Us din ke baad, woh gayab ho gaya. Na ghar pe mila, na office mein. Police ne jab uska apartment khola, sab kuch normal tha, sirf ek cheez ko chhodkar – uska phone non-stop recording kar raha tha.
Latest recording mein halki si static thi, aur phir ek nayi awaaz – kisi aur ki, koi ladki ki – keh rahi thi: “Neeche aa jao. Main wait kar rahi hoon.”
Tab se us same WhatsApp group mein naye naye bande random voice messages bhejna shuru karte hain, unka naam ke saath “(Left)” likha hota hai. Jaise koi purane members wapas bula rahe ho… hamesha ke liye.
