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Subah 6:15 AM, Mumbai Central local platform. Rush kam tha, lekin platform no. 3 pe ek aadmi hamesha 6:18 ki Virar local ke third coach mein chhup ke chadhta tha. Naam – Aviral Mehta, ek data analyst. Na koi criminal record, na koi personal drama. Bas ek loner, jo roz ek hi coach, ek hi gate se chadhta. Aur chhup ke. Ek din, uska jism dead mila – third coach ke washroom mein, train Bhayandar pahunch ke khali ho chuki thi.
Initial report bola – heart attack. Par ek assistant station manager, Rukmini Singh, ne ek badi ajeeb baat note ki. Us din Aviral ne platform pe girte hue CCTV mein ek purani jan-pehchaan wali image capture hui thi – Anvi D’Souza, ek freelance musician aur ex-flatmate. Woh us samay platform ke doosre taraf thi, ek hi minute mein do jagah record hui thi – kaise?
Rukmini ne privately investigation chalaya. Local trains ke tokens iss digital zamane mein bhi kaafi kuch bolte hain. Aviral ke paas har din ka ek hi QR token hota tha. Bas ek din – murder wale din – usne alag mobile number se ticket book kiya tha, aur us token pe punch ka record hi nahi tha. Matlab: kisi aur ne us token se entry dikhayi.
Dusra clue aaya – woh third coach. Waha har din ek hi aurat travel karti thi – Tanvi Bakshi, ek corporate lawyer – jo headphones mein rehti thi. Usne bola, “Woh aadmi mujh se kabhi baat nahi karta tha par us din, usne bola, ‘Kya tum mere baare mein jaanti ho?’ Aur phir chup ho gaya.” Bizarre.
Ek aur name aaya – Dev Malhotra, Anvi ka current boyfriend, jiska Aviral se kisi zamane mein startup dispute hua tha. Dev ka statement clear tha – “Mujhe farak nahi padta. Mujhe laga Aviral Singapore gaya hua hai.” Par investigation se pata chala – Dev ka phone 6:42 AM ko platform ke paas tha, bina kisi reason.
Rukmini ne camera feeds manually dekha. Ek shadow pattern dekha gaya – washroom ke andar se ek reflection aayi, jisme kisi ne ek syringe phenki. Toxin labs ne confirm kiya – Aviral ki body mein ek rare muscle relaxant mila tha jo normally high-grade pharma trials mein use hota hai. Toxin skin ke through nahi inject hoti – but airborne tha? Saath hi body ke nails pe kuch light chalk residue mila.
Tab Rukmini ne cross-check kiya – newspaper vendor jo platform pe rehta tha, bola: “Aaj kisi ne mujhe ek envelope diya tha, bola third coach ke paper rack mein chhod dena.” Jab envelope track hua, usme ek sketch tha – Anvi ka portrait.
Aur tab aaya real twist: Anvi ki ek music installation project chal rahi thi – name: ‘Echoes of a Crowd’. Usme usne bina permission ke logon ka audio aur expressions record kiya tha crowded Mumbai trains mein. Aviral pehle subject tha. Par jis din usne recording dekhi – usmein uska emotional breakdown capture hua tha jab Dev aur Anvi ko saath dekh ke uski aankhon mein aansu aaye the.
Rukmini ne realisation kiya – yeh sab planned psychological manipulation ka part tha. Anvi ne apne art ke liye ek living experiment banaya tha Aviral ko. Par jab Aviral ko pata chala, usne threaten kiya ki woh complaint karega. Us din, Anvi ne usse poora confession karwaya – bina uske jaane – ek bina dikhaane wala mic laga ke.
Woh confession project ka end-piece banna tha. Lekin usse pehle, Anvi ne ek tranquilizer aerosol capsule diya – disguised as a ‘railway perfume capsule’ jo Aviral har din washroom mein istamaal karta tha. Uske under active compound tha jo blood pressure aur muscles collapse kar deta tha.
Toh final answer? Aviral ke murder ka footage kisi ne nahi dekha. Sab kuch passive laga, nature death jaisa. Par mastermind thi Anvi – ek performance artist jo apni kala mein sach zyada dhoondhne chali gayi.
Jab Rukmini ne recording USB submit kiya, toh Anvi jail gayi – bina hat uthaye. Uska last sentence tha, “Maine usse kabhi nahi maara – Maine usse bas dikhaaya ki log dekh bhi nahi paate kitne kamzor hain.”
