Hinglish Story

Mera naam Sameer Malhotra hai. Main 29 saal ka hoon aur ek tajir parivar ka aakri waris hoon. Par yeh dastaan meri daulat ki nahi, meri jaan ki hai. Dilli ke sehare mein hamara ek bada farmhouse hai, jo hamare khandaani jaidaad ka hissa hai. Hamaare competitor, Saxena parivar, hamare dushman hain, khas kar unke fauj Arjun Saxena, jo umar mein mere jaisa hai, par iraade mein mere se bhi kattar. Hum dono ka yeh maamla hamesha se rehta aaya hai ki jahan hum dekhein, wahan ek doosre ko neeche dhakne ki koshish karte hain.

Ek baar ek basharat hui ki Saxena ne ek naye business mein投资的 ki hai aur usmein kuch dhokaybaazi bhi, jo hamare parivar ko bhi nuqsan pahunchaane waali hai. Main ne usse milne ka faisla kiya. Usne mujhe apne farmhouse par bulaya. Afsos ki baat yeh hai ki uske paas auratein nahi thin, jo uska ek fayda tha. Usne mujhe apne haathiyon se bahut daanta, aur main bhi uss khizmat se khali nahi gaya.

“Malhotra, tumhaare parivar ka ishaq kitna gehra hai, yeh sab jaante hain,” Arjun ne kaha, apne daanto ke neeche se. “Par yeh waqt aisa hai ki tumhein apni aulaad ki neend ki nazar bhi rakhni hogi.”

“Main tujhse darne waala nahi hoon, Saxena,” maine kaha. “Yeh jang apne baap ki nahi, apne haathon ki hai.”

Us raat khamoshi rehi. Hum dono alag-alag khade the, par khamoshi mein ek khadak hui aag thi. Jab usne mujhe jaane ko kaha, maine kaha, “Arjun, tumhare paas koi bachcha nahi hai. Par tumhare paas jo kuch bhi hai, wo uske maalik ko tumhara khoon bhookha lagega.”

Arjun ne meri taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein gehri gussa tha, par uske chehre par ek ajeeb si shaqiyat thi. Usne kaha, “Agar aisi baat hai toh main tumhe apne paas rehne ko bolunga, aur phir hum dekhenge ki kaun jeeta aur kaun hara.”

Maine kaha, “Thik hai.”

Maine raat ko wahan hi rehne ka faisla kiya. Hum dono ek sannate se bhare bedroom mein baithe the. Baat karte karte, raat ka safar bhi khatam ho gaya. Par us raat, kuch aur likha tha.

“Sameer,” Arjun ne kaha, “kya tumhein meri baat par vishwas hai?”

Maine kaha, “Aisi baat jo mere aur tumhaare darmiyaan jo hai, us par vishwas toh karna padega. Uske baad toh hum ek hi pal mein apni jaan bhi le sakte hain.”

Arjun ne halki si muskuraahat di aur kaha, “Accha. Toh phir main tumhe ek raat ki liye apna bana leta hoon.”

Meri jaan mein jaise bijli kadki. Main uske paas gaya, uske haath ko apne haathon mein liya. Uska badan ek ajeeb si thandak se kaap raha tha. Maine uski aankhon mein dekha, jismein bhi apni hi khamoshi ka saaz tha. Usne kaha, “Jung ka hisaab alag se hoga, lekin aaj raat ki hisaab yahin.”

Maine use apni baahon mein bhar liya. Uski saans ek dam tez ho gayi thi.

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**Shab-e-Gham – Ek Raat Ki Aag Mein Doob Gaye Ishq**

Mera naam Zameer Afzal hai, 30 saal ka hoon, aur main apni taqdeer se badi mushkil se jhel raha hoon. Yeh dastan uski hai jo zindagi ka saath chhod gayi, aur uski jo zindagi ka saath banne ko taras rahi hai. Main Lucknow ke ek ameer parivar ka ek akeela waris hoon, jo apne bade pita ke jaane ke baad saari riyaasat aur bhookh-nalak dono apne sir le kar baitha hoon. Mere hath mehone ka raaz chhupa hai, par mere dil mein ikraar ki bhookh hai.

Meri biwi Mehak, shaadi ke ek saal baad hi ek hadse mein mar gayi thi. Uske jaane ke baad main kaanp-kaanp reh gaya hoon. Main raat ko palace ke taaron mein akeeli rota hoon, aur din mein kagazon ko kaant raha hoon. Meri zindagi mein ek hi roshni hai, ek shama, jiski roshni ab dhal rahi hai. Ek din pichhle hafte, ek phone aaya. Ek naajuk awaaz, jisko main pehchana hi nahi sakta tha.

“Zameer saheb, main Ayesha bolti hoon,” awaaz ne kaha.

Meri jaan se jaan nikal gayi. Ayesha, Mehak ki chhoti behen, jo shaadi ke baad apne shauhar ke ghar Chandigarh chali gayi thi, par uski zindagi bhi Mehak ki tarah toot chuki thi. Usne bataya ki uski shadi ki raat hi uske shauhar ne usse thook kar bahar nikal diya tha, aur uske maalik ne use khidmat ke liye rakha hua tha. Wo raat ki raat ro rahi thi.

“Zameer saheb, aap hi meri akhri aas ho. Agar aap na bachaoge toh main mar jaungi,” awaaz kaanti rahi thi.

Maine kaha, “Chup kar. Subah 8 baje Lucknow Cantt station par aana.”

Us raat main soya nahi. Maine apne manager se kaha ki ek nayi naukrani ka intezaam karna hai, par usme wo gehri gehraai nahi jo mere dil mein thi. Subah main apni black Mercedes liya aur station pahuncha. Waqt saali ka theher na theheri thi. Main dekha ki ek aadhi laash ki tarah khadi hai, jiske maathe pe woh purane yaadon ki mohar thi. Usne pallo kar chehra chhupa rakha tha.

Maine gaadi se uske paas gaya aur darwaza khola. Uske chehre pe koi raat ki thakaan nahi, par gehri daar thi, jaise jaan hi le le. Maine kaha, “Chalo ghar.”

Ghar jaate hi maine use kaha, “Aapke liye ek alaga room ban gaya hai, aap wahan reh sakti hain.” Par us raat use shayad nind nahi aane wali thi. Main raat ko khaana khaak kar library mein jaane laga, tabhi wo aayi.

“Zameer bhaijaan, aapko akele rehte waqta kuchh yaad aata hai?” usne dheere se pucha.

Meri aankhein geeli ho gayi. “Mehak ki yaad,” maine kaha.

Wo paas aa gayi aur mere kandhe par haath rakh kar boli, “Woh mujhse bhi jaada pyaari thi, aapko yaad hai uske gujjhe kaise lagte the? Uske haathon mehndi ki khushboo…”

Mere hosh ura rahe the. Maine use bahut qareeb se dekha. Uski aankhon mein doobti hui aag thi. Maine dheere se uska pallu hataya. Uske gardan par zanzeer jaisi bani thi jisme har qadam par ek kahani thi. Maine uske haath apne haathon mein liye, thandak se ki maano woh toot na jaaye.

“Raat ko dar lagta hai, Zameer bhaijaan,” usne kaha.

Maine use kamar se pakad kar utha liya aur bedroom mein le gaya. Uske aankhon se paani nikal raha tha, par uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si bhookh bhi thi, jise main jaanta tha.

“Zameer,” usne dheere se kaha, “Aaj meri khushi tumhare haanth mein hai, meri izzat bhi tumhare haanth mein hai. Jo karna hai kar do, par is raat ko bas khushi do.”

Maine uske aankhon mein dekha, yeh maang khushi ki thi ya rehaai ki. Maine uske gale se ek hira ki haar utari aur uske gaalon par lagai. Wo phir ro padi. Maine uska chehra uthaya aur uski aankhon se aansu ponchhe.

“Chup, aaj aansoon nahi, aaj zindagi jeeni hai,” maine kaha aur uske honthon par apne honth rakh diye.

Hamari saans mein ek saath tha, hamari dhadkan mein ik dil, hamari raat mein ek ishq. Uska badan ek ajeeb si thandak se kaap raha tha, par uski chahat ek aag si jalta raha tha. Maine dheere se uska lahenga utara, ek uss waqt uski aankhon mein dekha jaise woh apni zindagi ke sabse bare faisle par khadi thi. Uski nangi jangh meri jaangh se takrake ek nayi shururat kar rahi thi.

Maine ek ghanta tak sirf use dekha, uski har saans, uske har raqs-e-jisman ko dekha.

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