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 30, 2011
"Attention passengers,
This is the final boarding call for Flight BA205 to London. All remaining passengers are requested to proceed to Gate A12 immediately. The boarding gate will be closing shortly. Failure to report on time may result in offloading from the flight.
Thank you for your cooperation."
Muskan ki aankhein khuli. Kuch palon tak woh behoshi aur hosh ke darmiyan thi, aas paas ki awaazein dhundli si sunayi de rahi theen.
Usne boarding gate ki taraf dekha, Uske haath ki muthi uske passport par mazid kas gayi. London. Nayi shuruaat. Naya wajood. Ek aisi zindagi jo sab kuch pichhe chhod dene wali thi.
Woh uthi, ek lamha ruk kar. Ek qadam uthaya. Phir doosra. Magar boarding gate ki taraf badhne ke bajaye, woh ek jagah jam gayi. Akhir usne ek gehri saans li, passport ko apne bag mein dala, aur mud gayi.
Har qadam jo gate se door jata, halka mehsoos ho raha tha. Na woh bhaagi, na mud kar dekha. Bas chalti gayi. CCTV cameras ne useh airport se nikalte dekha, magar iske baad woh kisi bhi footage mein nazar nahi aayi.
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Woh bus station par ruki. Muskan ne apni shawl mazid kas li, aur idhar udhar nazrein guma rahi thi. Uski nazar ek purani bus par ruki jispar koi board nahi tha. Us bus ka paint jagah jagah se utra hua tha aur sheeshe dhundle ho chuke the. Muskan bus mein chadh gayi, aur ek khidki ke paas jagah le li.
