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 January 25, 2015
Traffic ka shor, gaadiyon ki headlights ki chamak, aur sheher ka barasta hua shaam ka mausam. Zayn ki gadi signal par ruki hui thi. Uska dimagh kisi gehri soch mein ghum tha.
Chaar saal ho chuke the. In chaar saalon mein usme kai tapdeeli aayi thi. Allah ke kareeb hona, islam ko samajhna. Guroor ya riyakari se bachna. Lekin uska haal ab bhi wahi tha. Uski raatein ab bhi bechaini, wehshat aur khauf mein guzarti. Uske din ab bhi gehri soch aur khali pan mein guzar jate. Sukoon? Sukoon Zayn ko ab bas ek sabhd lagne laga tha. Woh iss besukoon zindagi ki adat daal chuka tha.
Woh gehri soch mein tha tabhi, uska phone bajne laga. Caller I'd par Khalid ka naam tha. Usne ek gehri saans li aur call uthaya.
"Hello"
"Kahan ho Zayn? Sagai ka time ho chuka hai, Nisha bhi aa chuki hai." Aaj uski sagai thi. Nisha ke sath. Aur kuch hafton mein shadi. Woh jab bhi yeh baat yaad karta use takleef hoti. Woh sabko yeh dikha raha tha, ke woh move on kar chuka hai. Khud se bhi yahi kehta aa raha tha.
"Zayn?" Khalid ne dobara useh bulaya.
"Haan.. main raaste mein hun. Traffic bohot zyada hai." Kehkar usne call kaat di. Usne ek gehri saans li aur khidki bahar ek aur nazar dali. Uski nazar sadak ke kinaare ek chhoti si dukaan par padi.
"Butterfly..." Zayn badbadaya. Us dukaan ke sheeshe ke pichhe rang-birangi titliyan nazar aa rahi thi—kuch kaanch ke frames mein band, aur kuch patli taar ke pinjray mein qaid. Usne bagair soche samjhe, driver ko gaadi rokne ko kaha aur dukaan ke andar chala gaya.
Andar jaate hi uski nazar ek khaas titli par tik gayi—jo pinjray ke andar apne naram par failaay hue thi. Uske rang baaki sabhi titliyon se alag the.
Isi lamha ek mithi si awaaz uske zehan mein goonj uthi, "Butterflies us jagah rukti hain jahan hawa bhi khamoshi se guzarti hai. Sukoon ki talash shayad bas itni hi seedhi hai."
