৪৪তম অধ্যায়: আঘাত হানা

“xing zhou, tumar ki khubi vhalo shokti je yen poribarer shishu shahebke a shohoore mitie felebe?”

goan qing zhouer bhur ebong chokher koner komolta etokhone thanda o niropekhotay poriborton hoyeche, bishesh kore tar bondhuke hotta korar chesta korche je byokti, tar shommukhin hoye.

she toh khub-i chinta korche.

xing zhou ye mianke koriye dhoreche, tar chokhe chilo obohonar bhap. goan qing zhouer dike takiye she ouddhotto vabe matha tullo.

“tumi ke? jokhon amake chena, tokhon jano ki bola uchit ebong ki bola uchit noy.”

“yen poribar?”

“yen poribar ki kono bepar naki?”

“ami toh konodin shonini.”

xing zhouer rup chhilo khub-i akorshoniyo ebong monhor, chokher drishtite chilo ohongkar, tar lomba shorir tokhon besh bhabe foote utheche. she samne ese kotha bola goan qing zhouke poriksha korlo.

mone holo jeno take se kono goon-i dicche na.

jokhoni nayika ye mian, qiu chaoyan mone rakhe je ei “priyo patni: priyo tumi palate paro na” boite, she bhalo bhabei janto xing zhouer jid ebong shvobhab somporke, tobuo nijer poribarer kach theke protishodh nebar jonno she tar kachhe shomorpon korar shiddhanto niyechilo.

du pokher টানাotani-te, xing zhou ye mianke shikkhito korar moto bhalobasha dekhacche, ebong ye mianer drishtikon theke eta chilo shomperker ek rokom টানাotani.

kshomotab ebong morjada asoman thakar karone, ye mian sharirik ebong manoshik jontrona pelamatro, tobuo mone mone samner purushkhe shotti bhalobashto, jodio she tar onuposthitite onnoder shathe shon bashto, jodio she take marpit korto.

ye mian xing zhouke konodin chhere jayni.

kholnayok yen chong, shei pulish shaheb. jokhon nayika bar bar tar kachhe sahajjo chay, dure thake, proti bar paliye giye abar fire ashar obujhotay, yen chong o dhire dhire tar modhye joriye porlo.

[sistem, tomader nayok-nayikar shobcheye upojukto shesh poriniti mone hoy faka dwiper opor bedhe rakha, jara nijera nijeder jontrona debe. prithibite thakar motogulo tader noy.]

chhoto sistemti xing zhou ebong ye mianer dike takiye bhablo, emon keno holo? mukhro sethar bhul hobena.

[tader ei boiti onek purono, jorporbok bhalobasha naki. ek shomoy khub-i jonopriyo chhilo.]

qiu chaoyan bhur ektu uchu korlo, she goan qing zhouer samne thaka xing zhouer dike takalo.

“ami mone kori, ektu badha dite chai.”

tar kotha ashar matro, xing zhouer chokher pata o tullo na, keu hoyto take dhorar jonno ashe ni.

goan qing zhou o chintito vabe qiu chaoyan-er dike takalo, she ki yen shui'an-ke eto bhalobashto je ekhon r shojjo korte parche na?

ye mian asha sundorike dekhe, tar chahoni asposhto chhilo. xing zhou ke? she ki jane na? jodi samner nari tar dike kono gurutto na dey, tobe she ki aro besi take mon debe na?

shobar modhye, ekoi rokom thaklo xing zhouer pichhone thaka bao biao, she qiu chaoyan-er gola shunei prothom theke live streaming-er meyetike mone korechilo, bishesh kore tar mukhkhani jokhon samne ashe. obak hoye she aishchorjo hoye gechilo.

“ami mone kori, tomra ekhon je kotha bolecho, ta ain-biroddho.”

tari kotha shune, bao biao porjonto bujhlo je eta bekar, nirmoho streamer, tumi ki jano na ei purushter shvobhab ki? she ki pulishke bhoy korar moto manus naki?

pulishe khobor dewa? goan qing zhou matha nere shommiti dilo.

kintu xing zhou bujhlo je samner meye-ti tar kachhe na bola shatteo asche, “chhoto meye, tumi agun niye khelcho.”

ei kotha shune, byosto shromik-o ektu bhomtori anubhab korlo.

poribesh shanto chhilo.

shuci porar shobdo o shona jachhilo na.

xing zhou agiye ese qiu chaoyan-er gola chepe dhorlo, shashrooddho obosthay, pulisher gari pashe ese thamblo.

goan qing zhou take gola chapte dekhe, tar mukh gray hoye gelo, shidhe xing zhouer upor hamla korlo, kintu dekhlo xing zhou qiu chaoyan-ke dhakka diye pichhone fele dilo, dujon maramari korte laglo.

poribeshkhani golmele hoye uthlo, xing zhouer yen poribarer biruddhe apomanjonok video tokhon-i internet-e choriye porechilo.

xing zhouer maramari korar shvobhab puronoi, kintu ei poribestonite, goan qing zhou hare gelo na, kintu qiu chaoyan-er mukhkhani asposhto chhilo.

jokhon yen chong elo, ye mian samner lomba purushter dike takalo, hoyto shudhu shei nijer jonno xing zhouer mokabela korte parbe.

“yen chong, koto din dekha nei.”

yen chong chhotto ye mianer dike takalo, ebong maramari kora purushder dike, ebong qiu chaoyan-er dike o.

eta ki durghotona chhilo na? ki kore maramari shuru holo?

“na.” yen chong jokhon lokjonke alada korar jonno bolte gelo, ye mian badha dilo, “na, tara oi meyetir jonno lerei korche, amar hridoy khub byatha pachhe.”

yen chong kichhu bolar agei, pasher mohila pulish chen xiao yao ei dhoroner uponasher drishyo dekhe mone korlo je tar ghum bhengeche, na, oi streamer to take agei shajhiye diyechhe.

kintu jokhon she bao biaoke dekhlo, abar xing zhouer dike takalo. tar mone holo she kono boro gossip jene geche. bao biao mohila pulisher drishtite tar mukhkhanio bichitro hoye uthlo.

chen xiao yao pashe dariye thaka gola chapte thaka qiu chaoyan-er dike takalo, tar chokh aro boro hoye gelo.

“tumi ki thik acho? tumi ke?”

tibrho ontordrishti chen xiao yaoke nischit korlo je ei meyet-i holo nimoho streamer.

qiu chaoyan tar hath dhore fela, shada angul gulo holka vabe thote rakhlo. “gopon rakho, chen pulish.”

“tomar gola.” chen xiao yao ei juti-er dike takalo, kulin poribarer manushra ki eto beporowa hoy?

“yen captain, tara shudhu durghotona diye paliye jayni, victim poribarke homki diyeche, ekhon maramari-o korche.” chen xiao yao ye mianer kotha thamiye dilo, ebong shob proman tader samne rekhe dilo.

kintu dekha gelo xing zhou ebong ye mianer kono voy nei, bishesh kore xing zhou jokhon qiu chaoyan-er pashe diye jachhilo, ekta gali dilo.

shei shomoy, shobai jokhon dekhe ni, tokhon-i.

qiu chaoyan ek gushite xing zhouke matite fele dilo.

“xing zhou.” ye mianer chitkar shona gelo, she bao biaoke angul tullo. “tumi ekhane ki korcho? tomar malikke mara holo. oboshyi bokar haat, bodle felo, shobaike bodle felo.”

bao biao ye mianke dekhlo je xing zhouer hath chhunteo parche na.

sujog bujhe, ek hath xing zhouer komore rekhe, shoror vabe bollo. “khoma koroben, eta amar bhul.”

xing zhou bao biaorer buker shathe lege thaklo, ekta nishchintota anubhab korlo.

dujonake eke-operer upor nirvor korte dekhe, yen chong chokher konay takiye taratari niye jete bollo.

“tader shobaike niye jao.”

jokhon goan qing zhou ebong qiu chaoyaner dike takalo, “yen shui'an shaheb er kono shomossha nei, kintu onurodh korbo yen poribarer kauke pulish sthane ashar jonno janiye din. oshubidhar jonno khoma.”

jabar age, she qiu chaoyaner dike ekbar gavir drishtite takalo. antordrishti bollo: ajker shob kichhu qiu chaoyan-er niyontrone chilo.

vohoy ashar agei purvabhas, yen chong-er vohoy shomporke shochetonota khub-i beshi.

mone hoy a shohoore jhor tola qiu shahreke ektu bhalo vabe dekhate hobe.

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haspatal

uccho cabin-e

yen shui'an goan qing zhouer mukher dag dekhe hasi thamate parlo na.

“bhalo bondhu to, goan qing zhou. je bhodrolok shobshomoy kothay bhul dhore, shei doctor naki amar jonno oi loktake bhalo vabe shikkha diyeche. khubi moja peyechi.”

goan qing zhouer mukheo aro rokom lachja chilo: “yen shui'an, boro hou, ei shob kaj bondho koro.”

yen shui'an bujhlo je she qiu chaoyanke tyag korar kotha bolche.

eta konovabe-i shombhob noy.

kintu she baire theke bill diye fera qiu chaoyaner dike takalo, kichhu khon shmriti ghure gelo.

she tar bow, tar shommanito patni.