Urdu Novel
We meet thousands of people in this world, we get attracted to hundreds, we fall for ten and then we'll be united with the one whose name was written with our name thousands of years ago.
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Roman Urdu Version
Banglore May 2, 2011
Park mein iss waqt khamoshi thi, sirf door se bachon ki hasne ki awaaz sunai de rahi thi. Zayn aur Muskan park ke raste par dheere-dheere chal rahe the, jaise dono ko kahin pohonchne ki jaldi na ho.
Muskan ne achanak chalna band kar diya. Uske kadam ek jagah theher gaye, aur usne sirf saamne dekha. Zayn ne uski taraf dekha.
Zayn ne uske ishaare ki taraf dekha. Chhoti, rang-birangi titliyan ek chhoti si jhaadi ke paas udd rahi thi. Khaas baat thi bhi nahi. Ek mamuli si cheez thi, jo har roz kahi na kahi dekhne ko milti thi.
"Butterflies? Unmein kya khaas baat hai?"
"Tumhe butterflies pasand nahi?"
Zayn ne apne haath apni pant ki jeb mein daalte hue kandhe uchkaye. "Kabhi socha nahi."
"Mujhe butterflies bahut pasand hain."
Zayn uske chehre ko dekh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si taskeen thi. Woh kaise itni chhoti si cheez mein khushi dhoondh leti thi, ye baat Zayn ke liye samajhna mushkil thi.
"Wajah kya hai?" usne betab hoke poocha.
Muskan ne thoda ruk kar jawab diya, "Butterflies uss jagah rukti hain jahan hawa bhi khamoshi se guzarti hai. Sukoon ki talash shayad bas itni hi seedhi hai."
Zayn ne uske chehre ko dekha, lekin kuch samajh nahi paya. Uske liye butterflies sirf ek aur makhluq thi. Lekin Muskan ke liye woh kuchh aur thi. Har baat, har cheez ke peechhe koi gehri soch, koi maqsad hota tha.
