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BEWAFA
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*BEWAFA* *Chapter 1: COLLEGE*Punjab University, Lahore. September. Barish ho ke ruki thi.Zain library ki seerhi pe betha tha. Purani jeans, white kurta, haath mein chai. Samnay kitaab, par nazar kitaab mein nahi. Nazar samnay ground mein crickt khelte larkon pe. Middle class ka tha. Baap school master. Khud raat ko tuition parha ke fee bharta tha. Par aankhon mein gurur tha... ghareeb hone ka nahi, khuddar hone ka.Tabhi Ferrari ki awaaz. Zoya utri. Red dress, golden jhumkay, 2 bodyguard peechay. Sheher ke sab se bade builder ki ek lauti beti. Nak charha ke chalti thi. College usay "Queen Zoya" kehta tha.Zain ne dekha bhi nahi. Chai ka sip liya.Zoya ko bura laga. Usay nazar andaaz kaun karta hai? Wo seedha Zain ke paas aayi. Heel ki tak seerhi goonj gayi.Zoya: "Oye tum... uthtay kyun nahi? Queen khari hai."Zain ne kitaab band ki. Nazar utha ke dekha. Na smile, na dar. Zain: "Queen wahan hoti hai jahan takht ho. Ye seerhi hai... yahan sab barabar bethte hain."Zoya ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Pehli dafa kisi ne usay "Queen" se "Aam" banaya tha.Tabhi teesra banda aaya. Usman. Zain ka bachpan ka dost. Hamesha Zain ke saath saaya bana rehta. Has mukh, par aankhein... aankhein girgit ki tarah rang badalti thi.Usman: "Zoya ji, ye Zain hai. Pagal shayar hai. Dil pe mat lena."Zoya ne Zain ko ghoora: "Shayar ho? To mere liye kuch bolo."Zain ne chai khatam ki. Khali cup side pe rakha. Zoya ki aankhon mein dekha: _"Takht ke lalach mein log bik jatay hain Zoya..._ _Hum fakir log hain, sirf dil ki baat pe sarr katatay hain."_Sannata. Zoya ke chehray ka rang badal gaya. Gussa... ya kuch aur? Usman ne baat banai: "Arre Zoya ji, bura mat manana. Ye aisa hi hai. Par dil ka saaf hai."Zoya 2 second ruki. Phir apna iPhone nikala, Zain ki taraf phainka: "Number save karo. Kal se tum mujhe roz 1 sher sunao ge. Ye Queen ka hukum hai."Zain ne iPhone pakra. Number save kiya. Naam likha: *"Ghurur"*. Phir iPhone wapis Zoya ko de diya: "Hukum Queen ka sar aankhon pe. Par shayar paise pe nahi, izzat pe likhte hain."Zoya ne iPhone dekha. Screen pe naam "Ghurur" chamak raha tha. Wo pehli dafa muskurai. Asli muskurahat.Us din ke baad College mein naya scene tha. Subah Zoya ki Ferrari, shaam ko Zain ki purani bike, aur beech mein Usman... *"Best Trio"*. Canteen wali aunty bhi kehti: "In teeno ki dosti dekh ke lagta hai... duniya abhi khatam nahi hui."Library ki seerhi pe aksar teeno bethte. Zoya: "Zain, aaj ka sher?" Zain: _"Tumhe paane ki zid nahi Zoya... tumhe khone ka darr hai."_ Usman taali bajata: "Waah ustad waah!" Par Usman jab taali bajata tha na... to uski aankhein Zoya ko dekhti thi. Aur Zoya jab muskurati thi... to sirf Zain ko dekhti thi. Kisi ko pata nahi tha ke is "Best Trio" mein ek teesra zeher bhi pal raha hai. *Teeno ne ek din kasam khai thi seerhi pe beth ke:* *"Hum teeno ki dosti amar hai... koi tor nahi sakta."* Uper asmaan ne us din zor ki bijli karakai thi. Shayad usay pata tha... kasam tootne wali hai.---*Chapter 1 Done*
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SAJDA
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*Title:* SHIKWA *Chapter 1*Main 10 saal tak Allah se naraz raha. Narazgi aisi ke jaye-namaz dekh ke munh pher leta tha. Azaan sun ke kaan band kar leta tha. Koi kehta "Namaz parh lo" to kehta "Jis ne dena hai wo de de, mangne se kya hota hai?" Shuru kahan se hui thi ye narazgi? 21 saal ka tha jab abba ka inteqal hua. Heart attack. Achanak. Suba nashta kar ke gaye thay, shaam ko janaza aa gaya. Main ne us raat pehli baar aasmaan ki taraf dekh ke kaha tha: _"Ya Allah, abba ko hi kyun? Mere to dost thay wo."_ Jawab nahi aya. Phir 2 saal nokri dhoondta raha. Har interview ke baad ghar aata, maa poochti "Beta hua kuch?" Main na mein sir hila deta. Raat ko takiye mein munh deke rota. Phir aasmaan ki taraf dekhta: _"Ya Allah, rizq ka wada tera hai na? Phir main bhooka kyun hun?"_ Jawab phir nahi aya. Us ke baad mohabbat hui. Usko paane ke liye har namaz mein dua ki. Tahajjud parhi. Ro ro ke manga. Phir ek din uska rishta kahin aur ho gaya. Mujhe WhatsApp pe message aya: _"Sorry, ghar walay nahi maan rahay."_ Us raat main ne jaye-namaz uthai aur almari mein phenk di. Cheekh ke bola: _"Le gaya na tu sab kuch? Ab kya bacha hai jo cheenay ga?"_ Maa kamray mein aayi. Darwazay mein khari ho gayi. Kuch nahi boli. Bas meri jali hui aankhain dekhi aur wapis chali gayi. Us ke baad 3 saal. Maa beemar rehne lagi. Dawai ka paisa nahi tha. Main din raat kaam karta. Thak ke choor ho jata. Par jab raat ko leta to neend nahi aati thi. Ek raat 2 bajay uth ke baith gaya. Kamra andhera. Bahar kutta ro raha tha. Main ne diwaar ko ghoora aur kaha: _"Thak gaya hun main. Tu jeet gaya. Le jaan bhi le le."_ Tab laga kisi ne dil mein ungli rakhi ho. Ek ajeeb sa bojh. Main utha, washroom gaya, munh dhoya. Aaine mein apna chehra dekha. Aankhain andhar dhans gayi thi. Darhi barh gayi thi. 31 saal ka lag raha tha, umar 25 thi. Wapis aa ke bistar pe gira. Neend phir nahi aayi. Suba fajr ki azaan hui. _"Hayya alas salah"_ ki awaaz aayi. Main ne takiye se kaan dabaye. Par awaaz dil ke andar tak gayi. Maa uthti hui dikhi. Larkhara ke washroom gayi. Wazu kiya. Mere kamray ke samnay se guzarti hui ruki. Andar jhaanka. Main jaag raha tha. Wo kuch nahi boli. Bas itna kaha: _"Beta... Wo tujhe bula raha hai."_ Aur namaz pe chali gayi. Main bistar pe para raha. Chhat ko dekhta raha. 10 saal ho gaye thay. Main us se naraz tha. Par us ne 10 saal mein ek din bhi mujhe khana dena nahi chhora tha. Saans dena nahi chhora tha. Maa ka saya nahi cheena tha. Phir main kis baat pe naraz tha?
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YAARI CHAPTER 3 YAARI
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*YAARI* *Chapter 3: Yaari*Police ne 2 din ka time diya. "Saboot lao, warna case Bilal pe."Rayyan ghar gaya. Baap cheekha: "Apni haisiyat bhool gaye ho? Us ghareeb ke liye apni izzat dao pe laga rahe ho?" Rayyan: "Abba, aap ne sikhaya tha... paisa kamao. Par ye nahi sikhaya ke dosti kaise kamatay hain. Aaj main kama raha hun."Raat ko Rayyan ne apne kharchay se CCTV wala bulwaya. Apni pocket money se. Chacha Rafiq ka counter, college ka gate... sab theek karwaya.Agla din. Subah 9 bajay. Poora college ground mein. Principal, Police, Maaz, Bilal, Rayyan sab mojood.Rayyan: "Sir, CCTV chalwa dein. Jumma wala din. 11 se 12 baje ka."Screen chali. 11:17 AM. Canteen khali. Maaz akela. Counter kholta hai. 50,000 jeb mein. Daraz band. Seeti bajata hua nikal jata hai. 11:20 AM. Bilal aata hai. Pani peenay. Counter se door. Wapas chala jata hai.Sannata. Is dafa wala sannata alag tha.Maaz ke chehray ka rang ur gaya. "Y-ye... ye edit hai!" Police wala: "Beta, haath peeche kar."Rayyan aagay barha. Maaz ke bilkul samnay. Poore college ke samnay. Ek zor ka thappar: _CHATAAKH!_ Awaaz gate tak gayi.Rayyan: "Tu ne sirf paise nahi churaye Maaz... tu ne meri yaari pe ilzaam lagaya hai."Phir Rayyan Bilal ki taraf mura. Sab dekh rahe. Rayyan ne apna branded watch utara. Bilal ka haath pakra, watch usay pehna di. Rayyan: "Log kehte thay meri haisiyat bari hai. Aaj pata chala... teri haisiyat tere kirdaar se hai Bilal. Meri haisiyat sirf mere baap ke paise se. *Aaj samajh aaya kaun ameer hai.*"Bilal kuch nahi bola. Bas Rayyan ko gale laga liya. Dono ki aankhein nam. Par is dafa sharam se nahi... fakhar se.Shaam. Wahi canteen. Wahi kona. Table pe 2 chai. Bill 40 rupay. Bilal ne 50 ka note rakha: "Aaj main pilata hun. Yaari barabar."Rayyan ne hans ke chai ka cup uthaya: *"Duniya haisiyat dekhti hai Bilal... hum ne yaari dekhi."*---*THE END* ✅ *"YAARI" - Mukammal*
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YAARI CHAPTER 2 ILZAAM
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*YAARI* *Chapter 2: Ilzaam*1 hafta guzar gaya. Rayyan aur Bilal har lunch mein saath. Adhi roti, adha burger. College ki jaan ban gaye. Maaz aur us ka tola jal raha tha. "Ameer ka bacha is chaprasi ke saath kya kar raha hai?"Jumma ka din. Lunch break. Canteen ke malik, Chacha Rafiq, chillaya: "Chori! Chori ho gayi!" Counter ka daraz khula tha. Fee ki 50,000 cash ghayab. Poori canteen ikatthi. Principal Shahid sahab aa gaye. Police ko bhi bula liya.CCTV? "Kal se kharab hai sir," Chacha bola. Maaz aagay aya. Ungli seedhi Bilal ki taraf: "Sir, subah se ye hi counter ke paas tha. Cycle pe aata hai. Ghar ke halat sab ko pata. Zarurat bhi isi ko hai."Poori canteen ne saans rok li. 200 larkay. 400 aankhein. Sab Bilal ko dekh rahe. Bilal ki roti haath mein reh gayi. Aankhein neechay. Muthi itni zor se band ke nakhun hatheli mein chubh gaye. Zubaan se ek lafz na nikla. Kyunki ghareeb ki safai kaun sunta hai?Principal Rayyan ki taraf mura: "Rayyan, tum is ke roz saath bethte ho. Tum ne kuch dekha? Sach bolna. Tumhare walid ka naam kharab hoga warna."Rayyan ke baap ka phone bhi aa gaya tha. "Beta, us larkay se door ho ja. Apni haisiyat dekh."Sannata. Sirf pankhay ki awaaz. Bilal ne ek nazar Rayyan ko dekha. Us nazar mein ilteja nahi thi. Bas ek baat thi: _"Tu bhi?"_Rayyan 2 qadam aagay aya. Bilal ke bilkul saath khara ho gaya. Phir Principal ki aankhon mein dekha. Awaaz na tez, na dheemi. Bas saaf:*"Sir... main apna dost jaanta hun."*Canteen mein bomb phat gaya. Maaz ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Principal: "Matlab?"Rayyan: "Matlab ye ke jis ke paas ghairat ho, usay chori ki zarurat nahi hoti. Aur Bilal ke paas paisay nahi... par ghairat meray baap se bhi zyada hai."Bilal ki aankh se ek aansu toota. Par us ne gira nahi. Peeli roti ki tarah pi gaya.Police wala bola: "Lekin gawahi..."Rayyan ne baat kaat di: "Gawahi main dun ga. Agar mera dost chor nikla, to ilzaam mujh pe. Meri BMW, meri watch, meri fee... sab zabt kar lena. Par pehle sabit to karo."*Sannata. Ab dosti bol rahi thi. Haisiyat chup thi.*---🔥
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YAARI CHAPTER 1 AADHI ROTI
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*YAARI* *Chapter 1: Aadhi Roti*Government College Daska. August ki garmi. Pehla din.Rayyan apni nayi BMW se utra. Safaid shirt, branded watch, aankhon pe kala chashma. College ka adha ground usay dekh raha tha. Baap ki factory, sheher ka sab se ameer banda. Usi waqt gate se purani cycle ki ghanti baji. Bilal. Kapray dhulay hue par isteeri nahi. Kitabein plastic ke shopper mein. Baap mazdoor, ghar 2 kamray ka. Kisi ne salam bhi na kiya.Lunch break. Canteen.Rayyan akela kone wali table pe. Samnay Zinger Burger, Fries, Coke. Par kha nahi raha. Dost koi nahi. Sab matlab se salam karte hain.Dusray konay pe Bilal. Akela. Tiffin khola. 2 sukhi roti, achaar. Amma ne raat ki bachi hui de di thi. Neechay dekh ke kha raha tha.Rayyan ne dekha. 2 second. Phir burger uthaya, plate uthai, aur seedha Bilal ki table pe ja ke beth gaya.Poori canteen sunn ho gayi. Maaz, Rayyan ka cousin, burger chhor ke in ko ghoor raha tha.Bilal ne roti chupani chahi. Sharminda ho gaya. Bilal: "Tum yahan... ghalat beth gaye Rayyan."Rayyan ne kala chashma utara. Muskura ke bola: "Akela khana acha nahi lagta yaar... adha adha kar lein?"Bilal: "Tere burger mein se mera hissa nahi nikalta Rayyan. Tu rehnay de."Rayyan ne apna burger side pe kiya. Bilal ki roti ki taraf haath barhaya: "To tu apni roti mein se adhi de de... barabar ho jaye ga."Bilal ne Rayyan ki aankhon mein dekha. Na ghurur, na taras. Sirf bhook thi... dosti ki bhook.Bilal ne roti tori. Aadhi Rayyan ko di. Aadhi khud rakhi.College dekh raha tha. Maaz jal raha tha. Par un dono ko farq nahi para.*Kyunki us din college ko pata chal gaya... paise ka farq tha, par bhook barabar thi. Aur yaari shuru ho gayi thi.*---*Chapter 1 Done* ✅Kaisa laga dost? Speed theek? Emotion theek? "Don" bol to *Chapter 2: Ilzaam* likhta hun. Ab dosti ka imtehaan shuru 🔥
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WIRSAT MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS CHAPTER 14 WIRSAT
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WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 14: "Wirasat" ~_~_~ "Aag ka nishan." Shamsher ne lafz dohraaya. 20 saal purana zakhm phir se hara ho gaya tha. "Zalim Khan." Us ne kaha. "Mere baap ne us ke baap ko jalaya tha. Zameen ke jhagray mein. Main samjha tha wo khatam ho gaya. Nasal khatam ho gayi." Rashid sar jhukaye khara tha. "Nahi sahib. Ek beta tha us ka. Chup gaya tha. 20 saal. Badla lene ke liye. Aur ab... ab Samreen ko zamaanat pe nikalwa liya hai us ne." Zoya ne Sikandar ko seene se laga rakha tha. "Shamsher... wo bachay ke peechay hain. Hum chale jatay hain yahan se. Door. Kahin aur. Jahan koi na pehchane." "Bhag nahi sakte Zoya." Shamsher ne khirki band ki. "Jahan jayen ge... waheen dhoond lein ge. Badshah bhagte nahi. Ladte hain. Aur main... main ab sirf Badshah nahi hun. Baap hun." ~_~_~ PURANA FACTORY - AADHI RAAT Wohi jagah. Jahan 20 saal pehle Shamsher ke baap ne Zalim Khan ke baap ko jalaya tha. Jahan 15 saal pehle Haider ne aag lagwai thi. Aaj phir wahan aag jalni thi. Zalim Khan samnay khara tha. 45 saal ka. Aankhon mein 20 saal ki nafrat. Peeche Samreen. Haath mein chaku. Aur beech mein... chota Sikandar. Rassi se bandha hua. Muh pe patti. "Kaise ho Shamsher?" Zalim Khan ne kaha. "Suna hai baap ban gaya hai tu. Mubarak ho. Main bhi tujhe tohfa dena chahta hun. Tere betay ki laash." Shamsher ne pistol taan di. "Usay chhor de Zalim. Ye laraai hamari hai. Bachon ki nahi." "Laraai?" Zalim Khan hans para. "Jab tere baap ne mere baap ko jalaya... tab wo bhi yehi kehta tha. 'Laraai baron ki hai'. Lekin jala diya. 10 saal ke bachay ke samnay. Main ne dekha tha. Apni aankhon se. Ab tu dekh. Apne betay ko martay hua." Us ne Samreen ko ishara kiya. Samreen ne chaku Sikandar ki gardan pe rakha. "Ruko!" Zoya cheekhi. Shamsher ke peechay se nikli. "Usko chhor do. Mujhe maar do. Main Haider ki beti hun. Us gunah ki saza mujhe do. Bacha masoom hai." "Nahi!" Shamsher ne Zoya ko peechay kiya. "Agar koi maray ga... to main marun ga. Ye mera khoon hai. Meri nafrat ki wirasat hai. Isko main khatam karun ga." Us ne pistol apni kanpatti pe rakh li. "Le Zalim. Meri jaan. Badlay mein mere betay ki jaan. Sauda manzoor?" Sab sann ho gaye. Zalim Khan ne Shamsher ko dekha. 20 saal baad. Dushman ka beta... baap bana khara tha. Apni jaan de raha tha. Apne betay ke liye. Tabhi... chota Sikandar chillaya. Patti gir gayi thi. "Papa! Goli mat chalana! Aap ne kaha tha na... insaan banna hai... badshah nahi. Insaan maarta nahi... bachata hai!" Shamsher ka haath ruk gaya. Zoya ro pari. Zalim Khan ke haath se pistol gir gayi. Us ne 20 saal baad kisi bachay ki awaz suni thi. Be-gunah. Be-khauf. Usay apna 10 saal ka aap yaad aa gaya. Jab us ka baap jal raha tha. Aur usay... usay kisi ne nahi bachaya tha. "Chhor do isay." Zalim Khan ne dheere se kaha. Samreen ko. "Chhor do." "Kya?" Samreen cheekhi. "Pagal ho gaya hai tu? 20 saal ka badla..." "Badla pura ho gaya Samreen." Zalim Khan ne Shamsher ko dekha. "Main ne aaj Badshah ko ghutnon pe dekh liya. Apne betay ke liye. Mera baap bhi aisa hi karta. Agar zinda hota." Us ne rassi kaat di. Sikandar daur ke Shamsher se lipat gaya. "Papa!" Shamsher ne usay godi mein uthaya. Zoya ko dekha. Aur phir Zalim Khan ko. "Tera baap ghalat tha. Mera baap ghalat tha. Hum dono ghalat thay. Lekin... lekin ye bacha... ye bacha ghalat nahi hai Zalim. Isay jeenay de." Zalim Khan ne sar jhuka liya. "Le ja ise. Aur kabhi palat ke mat aana. Warna... warna main bhool jaun ga ke aaj main insaan bana tha." Police ke sayren baj rahay thay. Rashid le aya tha. Samreen ko dobara pakar liya gaya. Umar qaid. Zalim Khan khud police ke hawalay ho gaya. "Mera hisaab barabar." Keh ke. ~_~_~ SIKANDAR MANSION - 1 MAHINA BAAD Zindagi phir se chal pari thi. Sikandar school jata tha. Ab koi usay mafia ka beta nahi kehta tha. Sab usay 'Sikandar Bhai' kehtay thay. Kyunki wo sab ka khayal rakhta tha. Shamsher ne Sikandar Group ka 50% hissa charity mein de diya. "Zalim Khan ke naam pe." School, hospital, yateem khana. Log kehtay thay Badshah badal gaya. Shamsher kehta tha... "Badshah nahi. Baap ban gaya." Raat ko Zoya chhat pe khari thi. Shamsher us ke peechay aya. Sikandar dono ke beech mein soya hua. "So gaya?" Zoya ne poocha. "Haan." Shamsher ne us ke kandhay pe sar rakha. "Humari wirasat... so rahi hai." Zoya ne aasmaan ki taraf dekha. "Kya lagta hai Shamsher? Ye nafrat ka silsila khatam ho gaya?" Shamsher ne Sikandar ke maathe pe bosaa diya. "Ho gaya Zoya. Kyunki is dafa wirasat mein nafrat nahi... maafi di hai. Mohabbat di hai. Aur sab se barh ke... doosra mauka diya hai." Us ne Zoya ka haath pakra. "Tu thi... to main bach gaya. Ye hai... to duniya bach jaye gi. Ye hai... meri nafrat ka nahi... meri zindagi ka waris. Sikandar. Meri wirasat." Neeche baagh mein phool khil rahay thay. 15 saal baad... Sikandar Mansion mein nafrat nahi... phool ug rahay thay. Aur kahani... kahani m
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WIRASAT MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS CHAPTER 13 BADSHAH
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WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 13: "Badshah" ~_~_~ 5 saal. 5 saal mein Shamsher Sikandar badal gaya tha. Mafia ka Badshah ab sirf ek baap tha. Sikandar Group ka CEO ab sirf ek shohar tha. Aur nafrat ka waris... ab mohabbat ka muhafiz ban gaya tha. Lekin... Badshah ki kismat mein sakoon kahan? ~_~_~ SIKANDAR MANSION - SUBAH "Papa! Dekho main kya laya!" Chota Sikandar daurta hua aya. Haath mein toota hua khilona. Aankhon mein aansu. "Ali ne mera robot tor diya. Kehta hai main mafia ke betay se nahi khelta." Shamsher ne usay godi mein uthaya. 5 saal mein pehli dafa us ki aankhon mein purani aag dikhi. "Kis ne kaha ye?" "Ali ke abba. Kehtay hain aap qatil hain. Aap ne bohot log maaray hain." Zoya kamray mein aayi. Us ne Sikandar ko Shamsher se le liya. "Beta, jao apne kamray mein. Mama aati hai." Sikandar chala gaya. Zoya ne Shamsher ko dekha. "Dekh liya? Main kehti thi na... maazi peecha nahi chhorta. Hum badal gaye. Lekin duniya nahi badli. Log nahi bhoolay." Shamsher ne ghoont bhar ke whisky ka glass mez pe patakh diya. "To yaad dilana paray ga. Ke Shamsher Sikandar ab bhi zinda hai." "Shamsher!" Zoya us ke samnay aa gayi. "Nahi. Tum wada karo. Tum haath nahi uthao ge. Warna... warna Sikandar bhi wahi banay ga jo tum thay. Nafrat ka waris. Main apne betay ko qatil nahi ban'nay dun gi." Shamsher ne us ki aankhon mein dekha. Aur hathiyar daal diye. "Theek hai. Nahi uthaun ga haath. Lekin Zoya... agar mere betay ko kisi ne haath bhi lagaya... to main bhool jaun ga ke main baap hun. Sirf Badshah yaad rahe ga." ~_~_~ JAIL - USI RAAT Samreen salakhon ke peechay baithi thi. 5 saal mein budhi ho gayi thi. Baal safaid. Aankhein andar dhans gayi thi. Darwaza khula. Ek aadmi andar aya. Soot mein. Chehra jaana pehchana. "Pechan'a mujhe?" Samreen ne ghaur se dekha. Aur us ki saans ruk gayi. "T-tu? Tu to mar gaya tha..." "Nahi mara." Aadmi ne kaha. "Main zinda hun. Aur 5 saal se tera intezaar kar raha tha. Shamsher ne tujhe yahan dalwaya. Main tujhe nikalwaun ga. Bas ek shart pe." "Kaun si shart?" "Us ke betay ko maro. Sikandar ko. Shamsher ki kamzori. Usay cheen lo. Phir dekho Shamsher kaise tarapta hai. Kaise wapas aata hai purani duniya mein. Aur jab wo wapas aye ga... tab hum usay maar dein ge. Dono mil ke." Samreen ke honton pe 5 saal baad muskurahat aayi. Zehrili. "Manzoor hai. Lekin tu hai kaun?" Aadmi ne apna coat utaara. Baazu pe nishan tha. Aag ka. "Main wo hun Samreen... jis ke baap ko Shamsher ke baap ne zinda jalaya tha 20 saal pehle. Main inteqaam hun. Aur ab... ab Shamsher ki barbaadi ka waqt aa gaya hai." ~_~_~ SIKANDAR MANSION - AADHI RAAT Shamsher soya hua tha. Tabhi usay laga jaise koi usay dekh raha ho. Us ki aankh khuli. Khirki khuli thi. Parda hil raha tha. Aur khirki ke sheeshay pe... laal se likha tha: "5 SAAL HO GAYE BADSHAH. AB HISAB KA WAQT HAI. TERA WARIS MERA HOGA." Neeche dastakhat thay. Aag ka nishan. Shamsher bistar se utha. Zoya aur Sikandar ko dekha. So rahay thay. Mehfooz. Us ne mobile uthaya. Rashid ko call ki. "Rashid. Sab ko jaga do. Ghar ke chaaron taraf aadmi laga do. Aur... aur mere purane hathiyar nikalwao." "Par sahib... aap ne Zoya baji se wada kiya tha..." "Wada tod raha hun." Shamsher ne khirki se bahar dekha. Andheray mein. "Kyunki Badshah wapas aa gaya hai Rashid. Apne waris ko bachanay. Aur is dafa... is dafa nafrat nahi... baap ka pyaar laday ga." Us ne pistol uthai. 5 saal baad. Aur lock kiya. ~_~_~ Agla Chapter: 'Wirasat' - Final. Aag ke nishan wala kaun hai? Kya Shamsher Sikandar ko bacha paye ga? Nafrat jeetay gi ya mohabbat?
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WIRSAT MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS CHAPTER 12 WARIS
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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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WIRASAT MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS CHAPTER 11 WAPSI
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WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 11: "Wapsi" ~_~_~ Zanjeer ki ek kari tooti. Phir doosri. Phir teesri. Shamsher ne pin se taala khol diya tha. 6 ghantay. Sirf 6 ghantay lagay thay. Samreen ne 7 din diye thay. Darwaza dheere se khula. Rashid andar aya. Haath mein chabi. Aankhon mein wafa. "Sahib. Jaldi. Sab so rahay hain. Samreen sharab pi ke behosh hai. 10 minute hain humaray paas." Shamsher ne apni kalaiyan malin. Khoon jam gaya tha. "Zoya kahan hai?" "Mehfooz hai sahib. Chacha Kareem ki jhonpri mein. Mera banda pehra de raha hai. Lekin sahib... wo akeli nahi hai. Wo badla lena chahti hai. Aap ke bina." Shamsher ki aankhon mein aag bharak uthi. "Meri biwi. Mera bacha. Aur mera inteqaam. Teeno meray hain Rashid. Koi aur haath nahi lagaye ga." ~_~_~ JHONPRI - USI WAQT Zoya ne chaadar sar pe li. Haath mein daranti. Chacha Kareem ne roka. "Beti ye kya kar rahi hai? Tu is haalat mein... 4 mahinay ka hamal..." "Isi haalat mein maa bani thi Jhelum ki." Zoya ki awaz pathar thi. "Samreen ko lagta hai main dar ke mar jaungi. Main usay dikhaun gi ke Zoya Haider sirf marti nahi... maarna bhi jaanti hai. Apne bachay ke liye." Tabhi darwaza toota. Shamsher andar aya. Zakhmi. Khoon mein lat path. Lekin zinda. Aankhon mein toofan. Zoya ka daranti wala haath ruk gaya. "Shamsher?" "Main aa gaya Zoya." Us ne Zoya ko dekh ke kaha. Phir us ke pait ko. "Humara bacha theek hai?" Zoya daur ke us ke seenay se lag gayi. "Tum zinda ho. Tum wapas aa gaye. Main... main akeli marne ja rahi thi." Shamsher ne us ke maathe pe bosaa diya. "Akeli? Tu kabhi akeli nahi thi. Na hai. Na ho gi. Shamsher Sikandar marta hai... to duniya ko saath le ke marta hai. Aur jeeta hai... to apni biwi aur bachay ke liye jeeta hai." Us ne Chacha Kareem ko dekha. "Chacha. Ahsaan chukaye ga. Lekin abhi nahi. Pehle hisaab chukana hai." Us ne Rashid ko dekha. "Kitne aadmi hain us ke?" "12 sahib. 4 ghar pe. 8 bahar. Lekin sahib... Samreen ke paas wo kaagaz hain. Company ke. Aur... aur us ne police ko khabar kar di hai ke aap ne usay aghwa kiya hai. Agar aap gaye... to police aap ko pakar le gi." Shamsher hans para. Zakhm zakhm honton se. "To police ko bulao Rashid. Kehna Shamsher Sikandar khud aa raha hai. Apni biwi ke saath. Apni nafrat ka waris le ke. Aur jisay masla hai... wo samnay aaye." Us ne Zoya ka haath pakra. "Chalo Malika. Aaj duniya ko batate hain ke Sikandar Mansion ki asal waris kaun hai. Aur Shamsher Sikandar ki aulaad... nafrat ki nahi... inteqaam ki waris hai." ~_~_~ SAMREEN KI KOTHI - 1 GHANTA BAAD Samreen nashay mein choor bed pe pari thi. Tabhi darwaza toota. Wo hakla ke uthi. Samnay Shamsher khara tha. Haath mein pistol. Peeche Zoya. Pait pe haath rakhay. Aankhon mein bijli. "Surprise." Shamsher ne kaha. "7 din nahi. 7 ghantay. Shamsher Sikandar ka wada." Samreen ne table se pistol uthani chahi. Rashid ne goli maar di. Us ke haath pe. Pistol gir gayi. "Maaf kar dena baji." Rashid ne kaha. "Main namak haraam nahi. Sirf wafadar hun. Apne asli maalik ka." Zoya agay barhi. Samreen ke samnay khari ho gayi. "Tu ne kaha tha na... tu mere bachay ki guardian banay gi? Meri laash pe?" Us ne daranti Samreen ki gardan pe rakh di. "To le. Ye hai teri maut. Mere haathon. Mere bachay ki maa ke haathon." Samreen ki saans ruk gayi. "N-nahi... police... kaagaz... 40%..." "Kaagaz?" Shamsher ne jeb se mobile nikala. Video chalaai. Samreen ki. Sharab ke nashay mein. Iqbal e jurm karti hui. "Main ne Haider ko phansaya tha. Shamsher ke baap ko blackmail kiya tha. Zoya ko marna chahti hun. Sab. Record hai. Ab bol. Kaun jaye ga jail? Tu ya main?" Samreen zameen pe gir gayi. Haar gayi. Pehli dafa. Aakhri dafa. Shamsher ne Zoya ki kamar mein haath daala. "Chalo Malika. Ghar chalo. Humara ghar. Humara bacha. Humari saltanat." Zoya ne daranti phaink di. Aur Shamsher ka haath tham liya. "Ghar. Haan. Ab yehi humara ghar hai. Nafrat ka nahi... humara." Bahar police ke sayren baj rahay thay. Andar... 15 saal baad... Sikandar Mansion mein pehli dafa sakoon tha. Asli sakoon. Wapsi ka sakoon. ~_~_~ Agla Chapter: 'Waris'. 9 mahinay baad. Bacha paida hota hai. Ladka ya ladki? Shamsher baap ban'nay ke baad kaisa hoga? Comment mein 'SHER KA BETA' likho agar ladka chahiye, 'MALKAA KI BETI' likho agar ladki chahiye.
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WIRASAT MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS CHAPTER 10 INTEQAAM
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WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 10: "Inteqaam" ~_~_~ Sadak andheray mein doobi hui thi. Zoya nangi paon bhaag rahi thi. Kaanch ke tukray paon mein chubh rahay thay. Lekin dard ka ehsaas nahi tha. Bas ek dard tha. Pait mein. Aur dil mein. Peeche se gaarion ki awazein aa rahi thi. Samreen ke aadmi. "Pakro usay! Zinda chahiye! Bachay ko kuch nahi hona chahiye!" Zoya ne palat ke nahi dekha. Bas bhaagi. Bhaagti rahi. Jab tak saans ne saath nahi chhora. Ek purani darbaar ke paas wo gir gayi. Ghutnon ke bal. Pait pakar ke. "Nahi... mera bacha... nahi..." Tabhi ek haath us ke kandhay pe aya. Zoya ne cheekh maari. "Chup. Main hun. Chacha Kareem." Zoya ne dekha. Sikandar Mansion ka purana maali. Jo usay store room mein roti de jata tha. Chupke se. "Beti utho. Meri jhonpri paas hai. Chalo. Wo idhar nahi ayen ge." ~_~_~ BASEMENT - NA-MAALOOM JAGAH Paani ka ek chheenta Shamsher ke munh pe para. Us ne aankhein kholin. Sar phat raha tha. Haath ab bhi bandhay huay thay. Lohay ki kursi se. Samreen samnay khari thi. Haath mein ultrasound ki tasveer. "Uth gaya tu? Achha hai. Tujhe neend mein marna pasand nahi aye ga." "Kahan hai Zoya?" Shamsher ki awaz rehti hui rassi jaisi thi. "Bhaag gayi." Samreen ne tasveer us ke samnay lehraai. "Lekin ye raha. Tera waris. 4 mahinay ka. Ladka hai ya larki... ye to paida honay ke baad pata chalay ga. Agar paida hua to." Shamsher ne zanjeerain tor'nay ki koshish ki. Khoon nikal aya. "Agar usay kuch hua Samreen... main tujhe... main tujhe zinda jala dun ga." "Tu?" Samreen hans pari. "Tu kya karay ga Shamsher? Bandha hua. Haara hua. Teri saltanat khatam. Tera wafadar Rashid mera ghulaam. Tera baap ka raaz mere paas. Aur teri biwi... teri biwi mar jaye gi. Aaj nahi to kal. Kyunki main usay dhoond lun gi. Aur jab dhoondun gi... to sirf usay nahi... us ke bachay ko bhi..." Shamsher ne thook diya. Samreen ke paon pe. "Tu Shamsher Sikandar ko nahi jaanti. Main nafrat se paida hua hun. Badlay mein pala hun. Aur inteqaam... inteqaam meri ghoonti mein hai." Us ne apni muthi bheench li. Zanjeer ke neeche us ki ungli mein ek choti si pin thi. Jo us ne girte waqt table se nikali thi. Rashid ki di hui. Rashid... jo ab bhi us ka tha. Samreen ne munh banaya. "Bhonk le jitna bhonkna hai. 7 din hain teray paas. 7 din mein agar Zoya khud na aayi... to main is ultrasound ko aag laga dun gi. Aur phir tujhe. Samjha?" Wo darwaza band kar ke chali gayi. Shamsher ne pin ko ungliyon mein ghumaya. Aur muskuraya. Zakhm zakhm honton se. "7 din? Mujhe sirf 7 ghantay chahiye Samreen. Sirf 7 ghantay." ~_~_~ JHONPRI - SUBAH 5 BAJAY Zoya ki aankh khuli to Chacha Kareem us ke sarhanay baitha tha. Haath mein chai. "Uth gayi beti? Le pi le. Jaan aye gi." Zoya uthi. Pait pe haath phaira. Bacha hil raha tha. Zinda tha. Shukar. "Chacha... Shamsher... wo..." "Zinda hai." Kareem ne sar jhukaya. "Mera beta wahan kaam karta hai. Khabar laaya hai. Band hai. Lekin zinda hai. Aur beti... wo tujhe dhoond raha hai. Pagalon ki tarah." Zoya ki aankhon se aansu beh niklay. "Main kya karun Chacha? Kahan jaun? Ye bacha... ye bacha us ki amanat hai. Main isay Samreen ke haathon nahi marne de sakti." Kareem ne us ka haath pakra. "To phir lad beti. Bhag mat. Shamsher ke bachay ki maa ban ke nahi... Shamsher ke inteqaam ki talwar ban ke nikal. Main tera saath dun ga. Mera beta de ga. Aur us ka dost... Rashid... wo bhi." Zoya ne chai ka cup rakh diya. Aankhon mein aansu sukh gaye. Un ki jagah aag ne le li. "Rashid?" "Haan beti. Wo Samreen ka nahi hai. Shamsher ka hai. Sirf natak kar raha hai. Tujhe bachanay ke liye. Shamsher ko nikalwanay ke liye." Zoya uthi. Khari ho gayi. Kamar seedhi ki. "To phir Chacha... jaa ke Rashid ko kehna. Agla waar hum karen ge. Samreen ke ghar pe. Us ke bistar pe. Aur is dafa... is dafa koi reham nahi. Kyunki ab baat jaidad ki nahi hai. Izzat ki hai. Mere bachay ki hai." Us ne khirki se bahar dekha. Sooraj nikal raha tha. Toofan guzar gaya tha. Ab inteqaam ka sooraj nikalna tha. ~_~_~ Agla Chapter: 'Wapsi'. Kya Shamsher qaid se niklay ga? Zoya ka plan kya hai? Comment mein 'SHER' likho agar Shamsher ki wapsi chahiye, 'MALKAA' likho agar Zoya ko akelay badla lena chahiye.
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