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 July 28. 2011
Muskan khidki ke bahar dekh rahi thi, Zayn uski taraf dekhta aur firse samne dekhta, useh bechaini ho rahi thi. Pura safar khamoshi mein kat gaya.
Gaadi ek game center ke samne ruk gayi.
"Games khelne ka mann hai?" Muskan ne sir hila diya aur gaadi se utar gayi.
Woh andar gaye, jahan har taraf roshniyan thi, log hansi-mazaak kar rahe the. Woh ek claw machine ke paas gayi aur usne ek stuffed toy ki taraf ishara kiya.
"Woh chahiye." usne dheeme se kaha.
Zayn ne hansi rok kar kaha, "Tumhe pata hai na, yeh machines cheating karti hain?"
Muskan ne bina kuch kahe sirf uss khilone ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si kasak thi, joh Zayn mehsoos kar raha tha. Useh yeh ehsaas tha ke Muskan aaj alag bartaav kar rahi thi.
"Theek hai." usne coins machine mein daale aur game khelna shuru kiya. Pehli koshish nakaam rahi, phir dusri bhi. Muskan chup chap khadi thi, Woh Zayn ko gour se dekh rahi thi.
"Yaar, tumhari ek smile ke liye mujhe itni mehnat karni padegi, yeh nahi pata tha." Zayn ne mazaak karte hue kaha.
Paanchvi koshish mein bhi claw uss khilone ko nahi pakad paya.
"Kuchh or try karte hai." Usne kaha aur aage kuchh aur dekhne lagi.
Woh basketball ke game ki taraf gaye. Zayn ne mazaak ke taur par jaan bujh kar shots miss kiye, lekin Muskan bas dekhti rahi. Uski khamoshi ab zyada bhari lag rahi thi.
Jab woh game center se bahar aaye, to andhera ho chuka tha. Muskan ruk gayi aur aasman ki taraf dekha.
"Zayn, kuch yaadon ko zakhmon ke saath dafan karna hota hai."
Zayn ne uski baat samajhne ki koshish ki, lekin kuch samajh nahi paya. "Kya matlab hai tumhara?"
"Kabhi kabhi kuch baatein kehne ki jagah mehsoos karni hoti hain." Keh kar woh aage badh gayi.
Dono ghadi mein aa kar baithe. Zayn ne ek nazar Muskan ki taraf dekha aur dheeme lehje mein kaha, "Pichhe ek box pada hai, zara dena."
Muskan ne thoda jhijhak ke saath pichhe mud kar box uthaya. Woh wrapper mein lapeta hua tha. Usne box ko haathon mein lekar, Zayn ki taraf badhaya.
"Tumhare liye hai. Khol kar dekho."
Muskan ne wrapper khola. Andar ek glass box tha, aur usmein ek butterfly thi, jisme har rang tha. Woh useh dekh kar ek lamhe ke liye behtab si ho gayi, Woh muskurai.
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English Version
Banglore July 28. 2011
Muskan was staring out the window, while Zayn looked at her and then back at the road, feeling uneasy. The entire journey passed in silence.
The car stopped in front of a game center.
"Do you feel like playing games?"
Muskan nodded and got out of the car.
They went inside, where lights flashed everywhere and people were laughing and joking. Muskan went to a claw machine and pointed at a stuffed toy.
"I want that one." she said softly.
Zayn stopped himself from laughing and said, "You know these machines cheat, right?"
Without saying anything, Muskan just stared at the toy. There was a strange pain in her eyes that Zayn could feel. He sensed that Muskan was acting differently today.
"Alright." he said, putting coins in the machine and starting the game. The first attempt failed, and so did the second. Muskan stood quietly, watching him closely.
"Man, I didn't know I'd have to work so hard just to get a smile from you." Zayn joked.
On the fifth try, the claw still couldn’t grab the toy.
"Let’s try something else." Muskan said and walked ahead to look at something else.
They went towards the basketball game. Zayn deliberately missed shots for fun, but Muskan just kept watching. Her silence now felt heavier than before.
When they finally left the game center, it had gotten dark. Muskan stopped and looked up at the sky.
"Zayn, some memories need to be buried with wounds."
Zayn tried to understand her words, but he couldn’t. "What do you mean?"
Muskan looked at him, "Sometimes, some things are meant to be felt, not said." she said, and started walking again.
They sat in the car. Zayn glanced at Muskan and said softly, "There’s a box behind you, can you pass it to me?"
Muskan hesitated for a moment, then turned around and grabbed the box. It was wrapped in paper. She handed it to Zayn.
"It’s for you. Open it." Zayn said with a smile.
Muskan unwrapped it. Inside was a glass box with a butterfly inside, one with every color imaginable. She stared at it for a moment, feeling a rush of emotion. She gave a soft smile.
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