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 Harold Shipman ki Darawani Kahani Subah ka time tha. England ke ek chhote se town me log apni daily life me busy the. Kisi ko doctor ke paas jaana tha, kisi ko dawa leni thi… sab kuch bilkul normal lag raha tha. Aur usi town me ek doctor tha — Harold Shipman. Simple aadmi. Shaant. Padh-likha. Log us par andha bharosa karte the. Agar kisi ko bukhar hota, dard hota, ya bas checkup karwana hota… sab ek hi naam lete — “Shipman ke paas jao.” Aur wahi sabse badi galti thi. Koi soch bhi nahi sakta tha ki ye aadmi, jo roz logon ki jaan bachane ka kaam karta hai… andar se kuch aur hi ban chuka hai. Shuruat kaise hui, koi theek se nahi jaanta. Par log kehte hain, bachpan me usne apni maa ko marte dekha tha… injections ke sahare. Shayad wahi se uske dimaag me kuch badal gaya. Jaise usne samajh liya ho — “Zindagi aur maut… dono ko control kiya ja sakta hai।” Pehle sab normal tha. Patients aate, wo check karta, dawa deta… sab usual. Phir dheere-dheere kuch badalne laga. Kabhi koi buzurg aurat ...