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
Sonmarg September 12, 2019
Thandi hawa ne ghaas ke lambi pattiyaan hilayiin, jab Muskan pahadi ke kinare kinare chal rahi thi. Uska dupatta pichhe lehrata ja raha tha, aur aas paas ka jahan bilkul khamosh tha - pur sukoon.
Tabhi usne dekha, Ek titli.
Naazuk. Halka neela sa rang, safed kinari ke sath. Woh uske aas paas mandra rahi thi.
Woh uske paas jhuki. Kuch pal ke liye, titli ek pathar par baithi. Woh dheere dheere pankh hila rahi thi. Aur phir... woh ud gayi. Azaad. Beparwah. Bina manzil ke.
"Tumhe inme kya khaas lagta hai?" Nafisa begum ne sawal kiya. Useh kuchh yaad aaya. Muskan ne koi jawab nahi diya, woh bas unke sawal par muskurati rahi.
"Nahi. Yeh sawal mujhse pehle bhi ek shakhs ne kiya tha."
"Kisne?"
Zayn. Woh kehna chahti thi. Lekin fir ruk gayi.
"Tha koi, jaan pehchaan ka. Uske saare sawal utpatang hi hote the. Uske zehen mein jo aata wahi uski zuban par bhi hota. Zaban kadvi thi, lekin Dil saaf tha."
"Ladka tha?"
Useh hosh aaya, aur usne muskura na bandh kiya.
"Koi bhi nahi. Aage badhte hain."
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Chalte chalte useh Zayn ka khayal aaya.
Woh kaisa hoga? Kya kar raha hoga? Useh yaad karta hoga? Nahi. Woh useh yaad kyun karega? Ruko. Uski shadi ho chuki hogi? Bache? Mat socho yeh.
Woh ruki aur ek gehri saans li. Nafisa begum usse kuchh during par khadi thi. Uske zehen mein ek khayal aaya. Woh uski awaz sunna chahti thi. Usne phone nikala. Aur number dial kiya. Useh aaj bhi Zayn ka number zabani yaad tha.
