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Neha, ek 24 saal ki marketing executive, Mumbai ke Andheri me ek cramped apartment share karti thi apni college ki dost Ritu ke saath. Roz ki boring meetings aur kabhi-kabhi ke group movie nights ke beech, ek raat Neha ne bored hokar Play Store scroll karte hue ek ajeeb sa app dekha: “TruthCircle – Anonymously Confess and Connect”. Logo ek gol chakra tha, jisme aankh ki tarah kuch blink kar raha tha. Reviews vague the, par rating surprisingly high thi.
“Try karte hain,” Neha ne socha aur install kar liya.
App simple tha. Pehla prompt aaya: “Ek aisa sach likho, jo tum kisi se nahi keh sakte.” Bas mazak mein, Neha ne likh diya: “Maine apne school ke best friend ki diary chori karke uska secret sabko bata diya tha.”
Submit pe click karte hi phone vibrate hua, aur ek anonymous reply aaya: “Sach ka bojh sab uthate hain. Tumhara turn shuru hua. Ready ho?”
Neha hansi aur phone side me rakh kar so gayi.
Subah TV pe news chali: “Local school me ek student ki suicide. Reason unknown.” School ka naam sunte hi Neha ka dil dhak se reh gaya — wahi school jahan se uski schooling hui thi.
Coincidence, Neha ne manaya. Par raat ko app ne ek notification bheji: “Ek aur sach. Lekin is baar, soch samajhkar.”
Neha curious ho gayi. Usne socha, ab thoda deeper confession karte hain — “Maine apne pehle boss ko rahaas karne ke liye uske confidential files leak ki thi.”
Agla din, Neha ke ek purane boss ke naam ka WhatsApp message aaya: “Tumhara asli chehra sabko dikha diya gaya hai. Beware.”
Fir news me aya — woh boss ko fraud ke liye arrest kiya gaya.
Neha ka chakkar khane laga. Kya yeh uske confession ka asar tha? Ya koi aur khel?
Usne app uninstall karne ki koshish ki — par Play Store me “Uninstall” button grey out tha. Phone me kahi bhi “TruthCircle” ka naam nahi aa raha tha. Jaise kisi invisible layer ke niche chipka ho.
Us raat sote waqt, ek sapna aaya — ek kala chakra uske aaspaas ghoom raha tha, har ghoomte waqt whispers aa rahe the: “Aur sach… aur sach…”
Neha ne phone dusre room me rakh diya. Par agle din wohi app khud-ba-khud khuli hui thi, naye prompt ke saath:
“Ab apnee sabse badi khata batao. Ya phir hum bataayenge.”
Neha ne resist kiya. Kayi din phone off rakha. Par friends aur office wale kuch ajeeb behave karne lage — jaise sabko uske secrets pata chal rahe the. Jaise jab Neha ek meeting me gayi, colleagues usko dekha aur chupke se hansne lage.
Ek din Ritu ne directly poochh liya, “Neha, tujhe sharam nahi aati? Jo tune third year ke internship project me kiya tha?”
Neha stunned thi. Yeh baat sirf use aur concern advisor ko pata thi!
Dar ke maare, us raat finally Neha ne app pe likha: “Maine apne cousin ki jaan bacha sakti thi, par main darr ke maare chup rahi.”
Submit hit karte hi ek aakhri message flash hua: “Sach ki bhookh kabhi khatam nahi hoti.”
Us din se, Neha gayab ho gayi.
Andheri station pe kisi ne uski diary dekhi — jisme wahi statements likhe the jo usne app par confess kiye the. Har page ke neeche ek line likhi thi:
“Tumhari awaaz ab Circle me gunjegi. Hamesha ke liye.”
Kehte hain, kabhi kabhi late night Andheri ke footbridge pe koi ladki dikhti hai, jo koi ajeeb sa app phone me scroll kar rahi hoti hai — aur aankh utha ke tumhe dekh kar muskurati hai. Uska phone screen — gol gol ghoomta hua ek kala chakra.
