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
Gagangir September 15, 2019
Subah ki halki roshni abhi puri tarah phel bhi nahi payi thi jab woh jaldi jaldi restaurant pohonchi. Haath tez chal rahe the, magar zehan kahin aur tha. Kal raat usne ek cake banane ka socha tha. Ek naya idea. Woh pura tawajjo uss cake par rakh kar use bana rahi thi.
Saat saal... Saat saalon mein bohot kuch badla tha. Usne yeh saat saal sirf udasi mein nahi gawaye the balki har cheez mein khushiyan dhundh kar guzare the.
Kuch khushiyan uske aas paas ke logon mein mili thi, kuch apni chhoti chhoti khwahishon mein, aur kuch sirf apne andar. Magar aaj... Aaj kuch aur tha. Ajeeb sa sukoon, jo shayad is se pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi hua tha.
Zayn ko bhulne ki koshish sirf dukh lekar aayi thi. Har baar, har jagah, har lamha uska naam dukh ke naye maani de jata. Magar jab usne Zayn ko bhulane ki koshish chhod di, use sukoon mil gaya. Ajeeb tha yeh sukoon.
Be-wajah, be-sabab, magar pur-asar. Woh Zayn ko apni zindagi mein ab nahi chahti thi lekin ab woh uske khayalo se bhaagti bhi nahi thi.
Usne yeh maan liya tha, Mohabbat hai toh hai. Aur woh apne jazbat nahi badal sakti thi. Kisi se mohabbat na karne ke liye usse nafrat honi chahiye. Aur woh Zayn se kabhi nafrat nahi kar sakti thi. Usne kabhi yeh dua bhi nahi mangi thi ke woh useh mil jaye. Woh aisi koi umeed ya chahat nahi rakhti thi.
Usne naye naye flavors ke cakes banaye. Kuch aise, jo logon ko itne pasand aaye ke orders ki lambi list ban gayi. Yeh kaam uska tha, jo useh ata bhi tha aur jo useh pasand bhi tha. Khana banane ka hunar, aur mohabbat se banane ka shauq. Yeh uski pehchaan thi.
Pura din woh isi mein masroof rahi. Ek recipe ke baad doosri, doosri ke baad teesri. Woh ek behtareen baker bhi thi aur ek achhi cook bhi.
Raat hone ko thi. Restaurant band karne ka waqt ho chuka tha. Woh ab akhri cake bana rahi thi. Saare kaam khatam karke usne bhi safai khatam ki. Woh cake ghar le jane wali thi toh useh alag se ek dabbe mein pack karke rakha.
