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Priya ne Mumbai ke Andheri mein apna naya PG join kiya tha. IT job thi, timing flexible, aur ghar ke andar ek purana common area jahan sab ladkiyan baith ke kaam karti thi. Par us din jab vo shift hui, usne notice kiya — PG ka wifi sirf subah 9 se raat 11 baje tak chalta hai, par ek aur hidden network raat 3 baje chalu hota hai: “INR-Kone3-Guest”. Kisi ko pata nahi tha yeh kahaan se aata hai.
Pehle din Priya ne socha glitch hoga, par teesre din usne curiosity mein apne phone ka VPN off kiya aur uss raat 3 baje uss INR-Kone3-Guest se connect kar liya. Wifi instantly chalu hua. Ek app khula — “SEEKCHAT” — jo auto-install hua tha. Na uninstall kar sakti thi, na force stop.
App ke andar sirf ek chat window thi, already koi likh chuka tha: “Tum mujhe dekh sakti ho?”
Priya ka haath kaanp gaya. Usne reply kar diya: “Kaun ho tum? Yeh wifi jaanewalon ka hai kya?”
Typing…
“Tumhare peechhe waala kone.”
PG ke common area mein teen kone thay. Ek mein chullu bhar sunlight aata tha, dusra mein fridge rakha tha, teesra hamesha thoda andhera rehta tha. Wahi wala.
Usne peeche dekha. Kuch nahi tha. Par chat mein ab photo aayi — usi kone ki, same angle se, jaise kisi ne abhi abhi uske peeth ke us paar se photo li ho. Aur ek aur message: “Aaj raat mat soyiyo. Mujhse baat karo.”
Har din SeekChat sirf raat 3 baje chalu hota, aur Priya so nahi paati. Woh shak mein reheti — kya koi hidden camera hai? PG waali Aunty ne kaha ke woh kone mein kabhi koi nahi baithta. 3 saal pehle ek ladki ne usi kone mein suicide kiya tha — uska bluetooth speaker blast hua tha while she was wearing it. Log kehte hain uski aankhen jal gayi thi.
Priya ab har raat reply karti thi us chat mein. Darr ke bawajood, kuch tha us mein jo addictive lagta tha. Har raat naye sawaal. Wo poochta tha: “Tum kis cheez se sabse zyada darti ho?” Ya “Kya tum apni reflection se darti ho jab light chali jati hai?”
Ek hafte baad, Priya ne ek aur ladki ko try karne ko bola. Usne connect bhi kiya, par next din vo PG chhod ke chali gayi. Bag nahi liya, bas chali gayi. Aunty bas ek line boli: “Jo bhi us kone ka wifi chalata hai, usse ya to bhool jaate hain… ya khud ko khatam kar dete hain.”
Ek din Priya ne chat mein likha: “Tum chahte kya ho mujhse?”
Reply aaya: “Aankhon se mujhe dekhna.”
Us raat usne app ko force quit kar diya. Par agle din uska phone bar bar vibrate karta raha — bina notifications ke. Jab usne gallery kholi, image folder bana tha: “MirrorMe” — andar har photo uski thi, par aankhein surreal white blur thi. Koi uski aankhon ke bina photo le raha tha?
Phir wo message aaya: “Tumhari aankhon ne mujhe pick kiya tha jab tumne andhera kone dekha tha. Ab main duniya main sirf tumhare zariye dekh sakta hoon.”
Usne phone tod diya. Par agle din uska laptop khud hi boot hua… aur webcam kaaam karne laga. Chat tab khuli thi — par is baar likha tha:
“Tum mujhe dekh rahi ho… Magar tum khud ko nahi dekh rahi ho.”
Webcam frame mein ek dusra face tha. Bilkul Priya jaise, par woh blink nahi kar rahi thi.
PG mein raat ko sab ko Priya ki cheekh sunayi di. Jab sab ne darwaza toda, andar koi nahi tha. Laptop jal raha tha, aur kone mein ek white screen pe likha aaya:
“Next: Kiska aankh mujhe dekhegi 3 baje sharp?”
Aaj bhi, raat 3 baje, INR-Kone3-Guest network wahaan activate hota hai. Mumbai ke naye PGs mein…
Seekchat uninstall bhi nahi hota. Chat toh chalu ho chuki hai.
