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Mumbai ke Lower Parel mein ek 114-storey IT tower hai — ShastraTech Pinnacle. Ultra-modern, biometric-only access, aur floors pe surveillance 24×7. Lekin ek chhakka chaunkane waala glitch har Roz hota tha—lift console mein shaam ke 6:04 baje exactly 4 minute ke liye ek extra button dikhta: ‘107’.
Nakul, ek cybersecurity intern, notice karta hai. Pehle to laga koi prank hoga. Par jab usne dusre din 6:05 tak wait kiya aur button gaya hua mila, curiosity badh gayi. Usne lift ke logs nikale, remote console se footage access ki. Har shaam 6:04 baje 107 dikhta tha aur kuch log bina jaana chahte hue bhi us button pe click karte the. Problem yeh thi—official blueprints mein 107th floor exist hi nahi karta tha.
Ek din woh khud lift mein gaya. 6:03…6:04…button aya. Usne daba diya. Ek unfamiliar hiss, aur lift neeche ke bajaye upar badhne lagi. 106…107. Ruka. Darwaza khula.
Floor adhoora sa lag raha tha, jaise construction ke beech mein ho. Wiring latak rahi thi, concrete pillars exposed the. Lekin sabse disturbing cheez thi—wall pe chipke hue dusre interns ke photo ID badges. Har badge ke neeche likha tha: “JOINED: [Date], REMOVED: 6:04 PM”.
Woh peeche mude hi tha ki kisi ki awaaz ayi—meri khud ki. “Tu samajh nahi raha, Nakul. Har din ek insaan yahan se vanish karta hai. Aur hum jante hi nahi. Yeh place ek glitch nahi, ek feeding loop hai. Machine samajhti hai ki yeh floor exist karta hai, par insaan bhool jata hai.”
Woh jo bol raha tha, exactly mera face tha. Same clothes, lekin aankhon mein koi roshni nahi thi. “Main kal ka version hoon tera…jo kal gaya tha. Ab tu agli line mein hai.”
Dar ke maare Nakul bhaag ke lift mein ghusa, button 1 dabaya. But lift moved down slow—bahut slow. Har floor mein wohi face, par zyada distorted: ek mein aankhen nahi thi, ek mein mouth sealed tha, ek mein mirror ke jaisa translucent. Sab keh rahe the, “Next 6:04 tumhara hai.”
Wapas ground floor pe aaya to sab normal tha. Par agle din ek aur intern gayab tha. CCTV repeat karta tha uska 6:04 lift entry, par kabhi bahar nahi aaya.
Nakul ne try kiya proof collect karne ka. USB mein lift ka data save kiya. Par usb jab system mein lagayi, file khud corrupt ho gayi. Ek hi file bachi—ek audio clip: “Join us, Nakul. You already have.”
Uske baad se Nakul ne apna workstation shift kar diya. 5:30 pe office se nikal jaata. Lekin ek raat due to system crash usse rukna pada. 6:04 baje, bina kisi ne button dabaya, lift ka darwaza khula. Andar se awaaz aayi: “You forgot your next version.”
Kisi ne us din ke baad Nakul ko nahi dekha. HR ne bola internship complete kar ke chala gaya. Par uska desk ab bhi waise hi pada hai. Headphones table pe. Ek chhoti paper note ke saath:
“Agle chaar minute mein, tumhara version chhoot jaayega…agar time pe identify nahi kiya. Dekhna, tum ho kaun?”
ShastraTech aaj bhi full-active hai. Lekin ab har naye employee ko onboarding ke waqt ek clause sign karna padta hai: “Avoid elevators between 6:04 and 6:08 PM.”
Ab koi questions nahi karta.
Kyunki jo poochta hai…107th pe record ho jata hai.
