WIRSAT MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS CHAPTER 12 WARIS

Ghulam mustafa Suspense/Thriller

WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 12: "Waris" ~_~_~ 9 mahinay. 9 mahinay mein duniya badal gayi thi. Sikandar Mansion ki deewarein ab nafrat se nahi, qehqahon se goonjti thi. Haider wheel chair pe tha, lekin zinda tha. Gunahon ka kafara bhar raha tha. Har subah Zoya ke liye nashta banata. Rashid ab ghar ka fard tha. Wafadari ka sila pa chuka tha. Aur Samreen? Samreen jail mein thi. 10 saal ki saza. Aghwa, jaal-saazi aur qatl ki saazish. Saboot kaafi thay. Bas ek cheez baqi thi. Intezaar. ~_~_~ HOSPITAL - RAAT 3 BAJAY Zoya dard se chillai. "Shamsher!" Shamsher us ka haath pakre baitha tha. 9 mahinon se ek pal ke liye bhi usay akela nahi chhora tha. Aankhein laal. Jaaga hua. Darta hua. "Main yahin hun Zoya. Main yahin hun. Bas thora sa aur... humara bacha aa raha hai." Doctor ne parde ke peechay se awaz di. "Mr. Sikandar... mubarak ho. Beta hua hai." Waqt tham gaya. Shamsher ki saans ruk gayi. Beta. Ladka. Waris. Nurse ne chota sa wajood la ke Shamsher ki godi mein de diya. Laal. Jhuriyon bhara. Rota hua. Lekin us ki naak... us ki naak bilkul Shamsher jaisi. Aur aankhein... aankhein Zoya jaisi. Bari bari. Be-gunah. Shamsher ne usay dekha. Mafia ka Badshah... pehli dafa kaanp raha tha. "Zoya... dekh... humara beta... humara waris..." Zoya ne kamzori se sar uthaya. Beta dekh ke us ki saari thakan utar gayi. "Shamsher... isay godi mein do." Shamsher ne beta Zoya ki godi mein de diya. Zoya ne us ke maathe pe bosaa diya. "Mera sher. Meri nafrat ka waris nahi... meri mohabbat ka waris." Shamsher ne dono ko apne baahon mein bhar liya. "Is ka naam..." Us ki awaz bharra gayi. "Is ka naam Sikandar rakhte hain. Sikandar Shamsher Sikandar. Taa-ke duniya yaad rakhay... ke nafrat se mohabbat jeet sakti hai. Aur khoon se rishtay bade hotay hain." Bahar Haider wheel chair pe ro raha tha. Khushi ke aansu. "Sikandar... mera nawasa... Sikandar..." ~_~_~ 5 SAAL BAAD - SIKANDAR MANSION Chota Sikandar 5 saal ka ho gaya tha. Baagh mein daur raha tha. Haath mein lakri ki talwar. "Main Papa jaisa banun ga!" Wo chillaya. "Badshah!" Shamsher ne usay godi mein uthaya. "Nahi beta. Tum mujh se behtar bano ge. Badshah nahi... insaan bano ge. Kyunki badshah gir jatay hain... lekin insaan... insaan hamesha kharay rehtay hain." Zoya chhat se un dono ko dekh rahi thi. Haath mein chai ka cup. Chehray pe sakoon. 15 saal ki nafrat... ek 5 saal ke bachay ki muskurahat mein khatam ho gayi thi. Rashid daurta hua aya. "Sahib! Haider sahib... wo... wo nahi rahay." Shamsher ne Sikandar ko neeche utara. "Zoya ko bulao." Adhay ghantay baad Zoya Haider ke sarhanay baithi thi. Haider ki saansain ukhar rahi thi. "Maaf kar de beta." Haider ne kaha. "Main tera gunahgaar..." Zoya ne us ka haath chuma. "Main ne aap ko kab ka maaf kar diya Abba. Aap ja rahay hain... sakoon se jayein. Aap ka nawasa aap ka naam roshan karay ga. Wada." Haider ne Sikandar ko dekha. Jo us ka haath pakre khara tha. "Sikandar... beta... nafrat kabhi mat karna... ye... ye bohut buri cheez hai..." Aur us ki aankhein band ho gayin. Hamesha ke liye. Zoya ro pari. Shamsher ne usay sambhala. "Wo chala gaya Zoya." Shamsher ne kaha. "Us ki wirasat... us ka gunah... us ka pachtawa... sab khatam. Ab sirf hum hain. Aur humara bacha." ~_~_~ Agla Chapter: 'Wirasat' - Final. Kya Sikandar apne baap ki tarah banay ga? Nafrat wapas aye gi? Ya kahani yahin khatam?

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