*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 🔥

*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*

*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?

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

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?

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?

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.

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.

WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 9: "Jaal" ~_~_~ "Haath upar karo Shamsher." Samreen ki awaz mein jeet ka nasha tha. Us ke 4 aadmi banduqain taane kharay thay. Rashid ka sar jhuka hua tha. Sharm se. Ya dar se. Shamsher ne Zoya ko apne peechay kiya. Pistol ab bhi us ke haath mein thi. Lekin 4 banduqon ke samnay ek pistol kya thi? "Tu kya samajhti hai Samreen? Main haath upar kar dun ga? Shamsher Sikandar?" "Nahi." Samreen ne ek qadam agay barhaya. "Main chahti hun tu ghutnon pe aye. Jis tarah tune mujhe mandap mein sab ke samnay zaleel kiya tha. Aaj main tujhe teri biwi ke samnay zaleel karun gi. Aur phir... phir tujhe zinda chhor dun gi. Teri saza maut nahi hai Shamsher. Teri saza ye hai ke tu apni aulaad ko meri godi mein palta hua dekhe ga. Har roz." Zoya agay aayi. "Tum pagal ho. Ye bacha tumhara nahi hai. Tum isay haath bhi nahi laga sakti." "Haath?" Samreen ne Zoya ke pait ko dekha. "Main isay apna naam dun gi Zoya. Samreen Sikandar ka waris banay ga ye. Aur duniya ko pata bhi nahi chalay ga ke is ki asli maa kaun thi. Tumhari qabar pe phool bhi koi nahi charhaye ga." Haider wheel chair pe cheekh para. "Samreen! Khuda ka khauf kar. Ye meri beti hai. Is ke pait mein mera khoon hai." "Tera khoon?" Samreen ne usay dekha. Nafrat se. "Tera khoon ganda hai Haider. Tune mere baap ko marwaya. Gawahi de ke. Aaj main tera khoon mita dun gi. Teri beti se. Aur us ke bachay se." Us ne ek aadmi ko ishara kiya. "In dono ko alag kamron mein band karo. Shamsher ko basement mein. Aur isay... isay upar walay kamray mein. 9 mahinay. Bas 9 mahinay. Us ke baad Zoya Sikandar ki laash nadi mein milay gi. Khudkushi ka case ban jaye ga." Do aadmi agay barhay. Shamsher ne pistol ka rukh Zoya ki taraf kiya. Sab ki saansain ruk gayin. "Ek qadam aur barhaya..." Shamsher ki awaz barf jaisi thandi thi. "To goli pehle Zoya ko maray gi. Phir mujhe. Tu jeet jaye gi Samreen. Jaidad bhi le jana. Lekin waris... waris tujhe kabhi nahi milay ga. Kyunki Shamsher Sikandar apni cheezon ko toor deta hai... lekin kisi aur ko deta nahi." Zoya ne us ki aankhon mein dekha. Khauf nahi tha. Yaqeen tha. "Maar do Shamsher. Main mar jaun gi. Lekin is ke haathon zaleel nahi hun gi. Mera bacha... mera bacha azaad maray ga. Qaid mein nahi palay ga." Samreen ke chehray ka rang ur gaya. "Ruko! Goli mat chalana!" "Kyunki tu jaanti hai." Shamsher ne kaha. "Agar ye mar gayi... to bacha bhi gaya. Aur bacha gaya... to teri 5 saal ki planning mitti ho gayi. Bol? Banday peechay hatayein ya goli chalun?" Samreen daant pees ke reh gayi. "Peechay hato sab." Aadmi peechay hatay. Shamsher ne Zoya ka haath pakra. "Sun Samreen. Tu ne jaal bichaya. Mana. Lekin jaal mein sher bhi phans jaye... to shikari ko kha ke nikalta hai." Us ne ek pal mein Zoya ko kheench ke apne peechay kiya aur khirki ka sheesha tor diya. Kaanch ke tukray bikhar gaye. "Dour Zoya!" Wo daharra. "Bageechay ki taraf! Peechay wali deewar se kud jana! Main rokun ga inhein!" Zoya ne usay dekha. "Aur tum?" "Main Shamsher Sikandar hun." Us ne muskurane ki koshish ki. "Maut se purana rishta hai mera. Tu ja. Humara bacha... usay bachana. Yehi meri wafa hai. Yehi mera badla." Us ne Zoya ko dhakka diya. Zoya khirki se kood gayi. Neeche ghaas thi. Wo giri. Phir uthi. Aur bhaag pari. Pait pakre. Aansuon mein. Upar kamray mein goli chali. Ek. Do. Teen. Samreen cheekhi. "Pakro usay! Zinda chahiye! Mar gaya to sab khatam!" Shamsher ne ek aadmi ko goli maari. Doosray ko kursi de maari. Teesray ka gala daba diya. Lekin choutha... choutha peechay se aya. Aur us ke sar pe pistol ka butt maara. Andhera. Shamsher gira. Aakhri awaz Zoya ki thi. Door se. "Shamsher!!!" ~_~_~ 5 GHANTAY BAAD - NA-MAALOOM JAGAH Shamsher ki aankh khuli. Haath bandhay huay. Muh pe patti. Sar se khoon beh raha tha. Samnay Samreen khari thi. Haath mein tasveer. Ultrasound ki. "Teri biwi bhag gayi Shamsher." Us ne tasveer lehrai. "Lekin ye rahi. Tere bachay ki pehli tasveer. Rashid ne nikal li thi. Jab tu behosh tha. Ab ye bacha mera hai. Kyunki main jaanti hun... tu isay dhoonday ga. Aur jab dhoonday ga... to mere paas aye ga. Ghutnon pe." Us ne Shamsher ke zakhmi gaal pe haath phaira. "Dard ho raha hai na? Hoga. 5 saal se main bhi is dard mein jal rahi hun. Ab teri baari hai." Bahar... kahin door... Zoya bhaag rahi thi. Ek anjaan sadak pe. Pait pakre. Aansuon mein. Ek haath mein Shamsher ka roomal. Doosray haath mein us ke bachay ki zindagi. Jaal bich chuka tha. Ab shikaar kaun tha... aur shikari kaun... ye waqt bataye ga. Agla Chapter: 'Inteqaam'. Kya Zoya bach paye gi? Shamsher qaid se niklay ga? Comment mein 'FIGHT' likho agar Shamsher ko palat ke waar karna chahiye, 'HIDE' likho agar Zoya ko chhup jana chahiye.

WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 8: "Chehra" ~_~_~ Darwaza khula. Samreen andar aayi. Laal sari. Khulay baal. Honton pe zehrili muskurahat. Aur aankhon mein... 5 saal purani nafrat. Shamsher ne pistol seedhi ki. "Ruk ja Samreen. Ek qadam aur... aur main bhool jaun ga ke tu kabhi meri mangetar thi." "Mangetar?" Samreen ne qehqaha lagaya. "Tum ne mujhe thukra diya tha Shamsher. Mandap se. Sab ke samnay. Sirf is liye ke main ne tumhare baap se sawal kiya tha. Zameenon ke kaagaz ka. Tum ne kaha tha... 'Samreen, dhanday aur rishtay alag hotay hain.' Yaad hai?" Zoya Shamsher ke peechay se nikli. "Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho?" Samreen ne Zoya ko sar se paon tak dekha. Phir us ke pait ko. "Wah. To ye hai nayi rani. Sikandar Mansion ki malika. Aur is ki kokh mein... mera badla pal raha hai." "Apni zubaan sambhal." Shamsher ne pistol ka rukh us ke maathe pe kar diya. "Tu yahan se zinda nahi jaye gi." "Maar de." Samreen agay barhi. Pistol ki naal ab us ke maathe pe thi. "Maar de Shamsher. Lekin sach sunn le. 5 saal pehle tune mujhe thukraya. Main ne qasam khai thi... ke jis din teri zindagi mein koi aurat aye gi... us din main lautun gi. Teri khushi cheennay. Ab dekh... tu is larki se mohabbat kar baitha hai. Aur main... main tere bachay ki dushman ban ke aayi hun." Zoya ka haath apne pait pe chala gaya. "Tum mere bachay se kya chahti ho?" "Bacha?" Samreen hans pari. "Mujhe bacha nahi chahiye Zoya. Mujhe Sikandar Group chahiye. 40% hissay mere baap ke thay. Jo Shamsher ke baap ne hadap liye. Mere baap ne khudkushi kar li. Main ne 5 saal intezaar kiya. Saboot jama kiye. Aur ab... ab mere paas woh kaagaz hain jo sabit kartay hain ke Sikandar Group ka aadha hissa mera hai. Aur is bachay ka... is bachay ka baap agar mar jaye... to sari jaidad na-baligh waris ki ho jati hai. Aur na-baligh ki maa... guardian banti hai." Us ne Zoya ko dekha. "Samjhi? Main Shamsher ko nahi marun gi. Main tujhe maarun gi Zoya. Teri maut ke baad... main is bachay ki guardian banun gi. Court mein. Kaagaz dikha ke. Aur phir... phir Sikandar Mansion... Sikandar Group... sab mera ho jaye ga. Shamsher zinda rahay ga. Apni aulaad ko... meri godi mein... dekhne ke liye. Ye hai mera badla." Shamsher ne trigger pe ungli rakhi. "Tu pagal ho gayi hai Samreen." "Nahi Shamsher." Samreen ne bag se kaagaz nikala. "Main hosh mein hun. 5 saal se. Ye dekh. Company ka 40% transfer deed. Tere baap ke sign. Aur mere baap ke. Original. Court maanay gi." Haider wheel chair pe kamray mein aa gaya. Samreen ko dekh ke us ke chehray ka rang ur gaya. "Tu? Tu zinda hai?" "Haider uncle." Samreen ne sir jhukaya. Naqli adab se. "Aap ne pehchan liya? Acha hai. Kyunki 15 saal pehle... aap ne mere baap ko barbaad karwaya tha. Shamsher ke baap ke saath mil ke. Yaad hai? Factory wali zameen? Wo mere baap ki thi. Aap ne gawahi di thi ke kaagaz nakli hain. Mere baap ne usi raat pankhay se latak ke jaan de di thi." Kamray mein sannata cha gaya. Zoya ne Haider ko dekha. Haider ne nazrein jhuka lin. Shamsher ne Zoya ko dekha. Zoya ki aankhon mein nafrat thi. Sab ke liye. "To ye khel tha?" Shamsher ki awaz bharra gayi. "Nafrat ka? Badlay ka? Aur hum sab... hum sab mohray thay?" "Nahi." Samreen ne qadam agay barhaya. "Tu mohra tha Shamsher. Tu aur teri nafrat. Main ne bas intezaar kiya. Jab tak tu khud apni qabar na khod lay. Aur tune khod li. Is larki se shaadi kar ke. Isay maan bana ke." Us ne taali bajai. Andheray se 4 aadmi niklay. Musallah. Rashid un ke saath tha. Sar jhukaye. "Maaf kar dena sahib. Mere bachon ko... unhon ne... uthaya hua hai." Shamsher ne Rashid ko dekha. Phir Samreen ko. Khel palat gaya tha. Badshah... qaid ho gaya tha. Apni hi chaal mein. Samreen ne Zoya ki taraf dekha. "Chalo Zoya. Tumharay liye kamra tayyar hai. 9 mahinay. Bas 9 mahinay. Us ke baad... tumhari zaroorat nahi rahe gi." Zoya ne Shamsher ka haath pakra. Mazbooti se. "Hum nahi haren ge Shamsher. Chahe jaan chali jaye." Shamsher ne us ka haath thama. Aur pehli dafa... us ne Samreen ki aankhon mein dekha... aur kaha: "Tu jeet gayi Samreen. Lekin yaad rakhna... Shamsher Sikandar marta hai... to waris chor ke marta hai. Aur mera waris... tujhe zinda nahi chhoray ga. Ye mera wada hai. Baap ka wada." Samreen ke chehray se muskurahat gayab ho gayi. Bahar bijli phir karaki. Aur toofan... asal toofan... ab shuru hua tha. ~_~_~ Agla Chapter: 'Jaal'. Kya Shamsher is jaal se nikal paye ga? Zoya aur bacha bach payen ge? Comment mein 'WAR' likho agar Shamsher ko jung karni chahiye, 'ESCAPE' likho agar bhaagna chahiye.

WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 7: "Dushman" ~_~_~ "Kaun hai ye?" Shamsher ne tasveer ko mez pe de maara. Laal cross ka nishan us ki aankhon mein chubh raha tha. Camera se li gayi tasveer. Chhat wali. Us raat ki. Jab us ne Zoya ke baal soonghay thay. Jab dono ne sakoon ka wada kiya tha. Rashid, us ka sab se wafadar aadmi, sar jhuka ke khara tha. "Pata nahi sahib. Ye lifafa darwazay pe para tha. Subah chowkidaar ko mila. Na naam, na pata. Bas ye tasveer. Aur ye." Us ne ek kaghaz agay kiya. "Kate hue alfaaz. Akhbar se." Shamsher ne kaghaz parha: "SHAMSHER SIKANDAR... TERA GUNAH... TERI AULAAD... TERA ANJAAM... 7 DIN." Zoya kamray mein aayi. Haath mein doodh ka glass. Pait pe haalki si ubhaar ab saaf nazar aati thi. 4 mahinay. "Ye kya hai?" Us ne tasveer dekhi to glass haath se chhoot gaya. Doodh farsh pe bikhair gaya. Safed farsh aur bhi safed ho gaya. "Tu andar ja." Shamsher ki awaz mein pehli dafa khauf tha. Zoya ke liye. "Aaj se kamray se bahar nahi niklay gi. Samjhi?" "Kaun hai ye Shamsher?" Zoya ki awaz kaanp rahi thi. "Kis ko hum se nafrat hai? Tumharay kitne dushman hain?" "Bohat." Shamsher ne tasveer ko muthi mein bheencha. "Lekin jo ghar tak pohanch gaya... jo teri tasveer le gaya... wo dushman nahi hai Zoya. Wo saanp hai. Asteen ka." Us ne Rashid ko dekha. "Ghar ka har nokar, har guard, har banda check karo. Kisi ka phone, kisi ka account, kisi ka past. Mujhe har saans ka hisaab chahiye. Aur Haider?" Haider wheel chair pe kamray ke darwazay pe aa gaya tha. Goli ka zakham abhi bhara nahi tha. "Main yahin hun beta." "Tum ne to nahi bheja ye?" Shamsher ki aankhon mein purani nafrat wapas aa gayi. Ek pal ke liye. Haider ne sar jhuka liya. "Main mar bhi jaun Shamsher... to apni beti ki jaan ka dushman nahi ban sakta. Ye koi aur hai. Jo tumhara bhi dushman hai... aur shayad... mera bhi." ~_~_~ RAAT 2 BAJAY - ZOYA KA KAMRA Zoya so nahi pa rahi thi. Bar bar khirki ki taraf dekhti. Aisa lagta jaise koi dekh raha ho. Shamsher us ke paas baitha tha. Jaagta hua. Haath mein pistol. "Pehli dafa dar lag raha hai Zoya." Us ne dheere se kaha. "Maut se nahi. Tumhein khone se. Is bachay ko khone se." Zoya ne us ka haath pakra. "Hum nahi haren ge Shamsher. Nafrat se jeet gaye. Maut se bhi jeet jayen ge. Wada karo... ke tum mera saath nahi chhoro ge. Chahe kuch bhi ho jaye." Shamsher ne us ki hatheli choomi. "Wada. Ye Shamsher Sikandar ka wada hai. Maut bhi aayi... to pehle mujh se milay gi." Tabhi... light chali gayi. Poora mansion andheray mein doob gaya. Aur neeche se... kisi ke hansnay ki awaz aayi. Jani pehchani. Zehrili. Shamsher khara ho gaya. Zoya ko apne peechay kiya. "Rashid!" Wo daharra. Koi jawab nahi. Phir... seerhiyon pe qadam ki awaz. Ek... do... teen... Aur darwazay pe dastak. Ek dafa. Do dafa. Teen dafa. Shamsher ne pistol taan li. "Kaun hai?" Bahar se awaz aayi. Aurat ki awaz. "Main hun Shamsher. Teri barbaadi. Tera azaab. Darwaza khol. Teri 'wirasat' lene aayi hun." Zoya ka khoon jam gaya. Ye awaz... ye awaz to... "Samreen?" Us ke munh se nikla. Shamsher ki ungli trigger pe jam gayi. Samreen. Us ki pehli mangetar. Jise us ne 5 saal pehle thukra diya tha. Zoya se shaadi ke liye nahi... nafrat ke liye. Samreen. Sikandar Group ki 40% hissaydaar. Samreen. Jo ab... badlay ke liye wapas aayi thi. ~_~_~ Agla Chapter: 'Chehra'. Samreen kaun hai? Us ka Shamsher se kya rishta tha? Aur wo Zoya ke bachay se kya chahti hai? Comment mein 'FACE OFF' likho agar agla Chapter chahiye.

WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 6: "Sakoon?" ~_~_~ Hospital ki safed deewarein Zoya ko kaat rahi thi. Haider ICU mein tha. Goli kandha cheerti hui nikal gayi thi. Bach gaya tha. Shamsher bahar bench pe baitha tha. Sar jhuka ke. Haath khoon se sanay. Apne nahi. Haider ke. "Doctor ne kya kaha?" Zoya ne poocha. Awaz mein nafrat thi na dard. Bas thakan. "Bach jaye ga." Shamsher ne sar nahi uthaya. "Police case nahi banay gi. Maine sambhal liya hai." Zoya khirki se bahar dekhne lagi. Subah ho rahi thi. "Tum ne use kyun nahi maara Shamsher? Mauka tha. Badla mukammal ho jata." Shamsher ne pehli dafa us ki taraf dekha. Aankhein laal. Raat bhar ka jaaga hua. "Kyunki tu beech mein thi Zoya. Aur us ke peechay... wo tha." Us ne Zoya ke pait ki taraf ishara kiya. "Main goli chalata... to wo bhi mar jata. Mera khoon. Meri nafrat ka waris. Main apne baap jaisa nahi ban saka. Na ban'na chahta hun." Nurse bahar aayi. "Mr. Sikandar? Patient hosh mein hai. Aap ko bula raha hai." Shamsher utha. Zoya ka haath pakra. "Chal." "Main nahi jaungi." Zoya ne haath chhuraya. "Us ne mujhe becha tha. Tumhari nafrat mein jhonka tha. Main us ka munh nahi dekhna chahti." "Jana paray ga." Shamsher ki pakar sakht ho gayi. Lekin awaz naram thi. "Wo tera baap hai. Aur... aur shayad ye aakhri mulaqat ho. Nafrat ke hisaab kitab band karne hain Zoya. Warna ye bacha... ye bacha bhi hamari tarah waris banay ga. Nafrat ka." ~_~_~ ICU - 10 MINUTE BAAD Haider bed pe para tha. Naalon se ghira hua. Chehra peela. Lekin aankhon mein ab laalach nahi tha. Sharmindagi thi. "Beta..." Us ne haath barhaya. Zoya peechay hat gayi. Shamsher ne us ka kandha tham liya. "Maaf kar de Zoya." Haider ki awaz kaanp rahi thi. "Main haiwaan tha. Paise ke liye... maine apni kokh ka sauda kar diya. Shamsher ke baap se dhoka kiya. Aur jab sab lut gaya... to tujhe... tujhe..." "Rehne do." Zoya ne munh phair liya. Aansuon ko roka. "Ab kehne se kya hoga? Jo hona tha ho gaya." "Nahi beta." Haider khansnay laga. Khoon aa gaya. "Sunn. Shamsher ke baap ne... us ne bhi mujhe dhoka diya tha. Zameen ke kaagaz nakli thay. Us ne meri maa ki dawa ke paise tak nahi diye. Main ghussay mein pagal ho gaya tha. Aag... aag main ne lagwai thi. Lekin main qatil nahi tha Zoya. Main majboor tha. Teri kasam." Shamsher ki muthi bhinnch gayi. "Jhooth. Mera baap farishta tha." "Farishtay nahi hotay beta." Haider ne Shamsher ko dekha. "Insaan hotay hain. Galtiyan kartay hain. Tumharay baap ne ki. Maine ki. Aur ab... ab tum dono kar rahay ho. Is bachay ke saath." Us ne Zoya ke pait ki taraf dekha. "Isko nafrat mat dena. Wada karo. Main mar jaun... to meri qabar pe mittii dalne mat aana. Bas is bachay ko batana... ke is ka nana... is ka nana buzdil tha. Lekin aakhir mein... aakhir mein us ne sach bola tha." Machine beep karne lagi. Doctor bhaag ke aaye. "Bahar jayen! Halat kharab ho rahi hai!" Shamsher ne Zoya ko baahar kheecha. Zoya ki aankhon se aansu beh rahay thay. Nafrat ke nahi. Be basi ke. "Wo mar jaye ga Shamsher." Wo Shamsher ke seene se lag ke ro pari. Pehli dafa. Us ke samnay. "Mera baap mar jaye ga. Aur main usay maaf bhi nahi kar pai." Shamsher ne usay apne baahon mein bhar liya. Logo ke samnay. Hospital ke beech. Mafia ka Badshah... ek roti hui aurat ko chup kara raha tha. "Wo nahi maray ga Zoya." Us ne Zoya ke baal sehlaye. "Main nahi marnay dun ga. Kyun ke agar wo mar gaya... to tu toot jaye gi. Aur agar tu toot gayi... to ye bacha... ye bacha paida hotay hi yateem ho jaye ga. Maa ke hotay huay bhi." 4 ghantay baad. Doctor bahar aya. Mask utar ke. "Khatray se bahar hain. Bach gaye. Lekin... left arm kaam nahi karay ga kabhi. Goli nas kaat gayi hai." Zoya ki jaan mein jaan aayi. Shamsher ne doctor ka shukriya ada kiya. Pehli dafa kisi se. ~_~_~ SIKANDAR MANSION - 1 HAFTA BAAD Haider ko mansion le aaya tha Shamsher. Apne kamray ke barabar wala kamra de diya. Nurse rakh di. "Tu yahin rahay ga." Us ne Haider se kaha. "Meri nazron ke samnay. Teri saza yehi hai ke tu apni beti ko khush dekhe ga. Apne nawasa... ya nawasi ko... apni godi mein khilata hua. Lekin use kabhi haath nahi laga paye ga. Ye meri nafrat ka naya badla hai." Haider ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas sar jhuka liya. Raat ko Zoya chhat pe khari thi. Shamsher us ke peechay aya. "So nahi rahi?" "Neend nahi aati." Zoya ne pait pe haath phaira. 3 mahinay ka ho gaya tha. Halka sa ubhar aa gaya tha. "Darr lagta hai Shamsher. Kal tak tum mujhe maarna chahtay thay. Aaj... aaj mera khayal rakh rahay ho. Kal kya ho ga? Tum badal gaye ho... ya ye toofan se pehle ka sakoon hai?" Shamsher us ke barabar aa ke khara ho gaya. Aasmaan pe taare gin'nay laga. "Pata nahi Zoya." Us ne sach bola. Pehli dafa khud se. "Main 15 saal se nafrat ke saath soya hun. Badlay ke saath jaga hun. Ab... ab jab nafrat nahi hai... to neend bhi nahi aati. Khali pan hai andar. Darta hun ke kahin... kahin ye khali pan phir se nafrat se na bhar jaye." Zoya ne

WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 1: "Sauda" ~_~_~ Barsaat ki raat thi. Bijli karak rahi thi. Aur Zoya Haider ki zindagi ka sauda ho raha tha. "Mujhe paise chahiye. Abhi. Warna tumhari beti ki izzat... tum jaante ho Shamsher Sikandar kya cheez hai." Haider ne phone pe gidhgidhate hue kaha. Us ki awaz mein laalach tha, sharam nahi. Doosri taraf se sirf ek qehqaha aya. Barf jaisa thanda. "Tumhari beti? Zoya? Us Hassena ko to main bachpan se jaanta hun. Jab wo school jati thi, main usay dekhta tha. Socha nahi tha ke us ka baap hi usay bechne aye ga." Shamsher Sikandar ne cigar ka kash liya. Us ki aankhon mein 15 saal purani nafrat chamak rahi thi. Haider... wohi Haider jis ne us ke baap ki factory mein aag lagwai thi. Jiski wajah se us ka baap zinda jal gaya tha. Aaj wo Haider khud apni beti ka sauda karne aya tha. "Kitne paise?" Shamsher ne poocha. Awaz mein zehr tha. "50 lakh... nahi 1 crore! Meri beti University topper hai. Khoobsurat hai. Pakiza hai." Haider ki awaz mein hirs thi. "Pakiza?" Shamsher ne kursi se uth ke khirki se bahar dekha. Baarish mein bheegti sadak. "Teri beti ki pakeezgi ka sauda karne aya hai tu. Aur mujh se qeemat pooch raha hai? Theek hai. 1 crore nahi... 2 crore dun ga. Lekin shart hai." "Sh-shart? Kaisi shart?" "Nikah." Shamsher ne ek lafz mein faisla suna diya. "Main teri beti se nikah karun ga. Aaj raat. Isi waqt. Qazi ko bula. Gawah tu khud banega. Aur ye nikah... ye nikah badlay ka nikah hoga. Teri beti meri qaid mein rahe gi. Meri nafrat ki qaid mein. Jab tak main na chahun, wo azaad nahi ho gi. Manzoor?" Haider ke haath kaanp gaye. "N-nikah? Lekin... lekin Zoya..." "Zoya ko main sambhal lun ga." Shamsher ne phone kaat diya. ~_~_~ Aadhi raat. Qazi, Haider aur 2 naqab posh gawah. Zoya ko neend se jagaya gaya. Us ne white suit pehna hua tha. Aankhon mein neend aur khauf. "Abba ye kya... ye kaun log hain?" "Beta... teri shaadi... Shamsher Sikandar se... wo... wo hamari madad kare ga. Karza... bohot karza hai beta." Haider nazar nahi mila pa raha tha. Zoya ki duniya ghoom gayi. Shamsher Sikandar? Mafia ka Badshah? Jiske naam se Lahore kaanta hai? "Nahi Abba! Main nahi karun gi! Main parhna chahti hun! Main..." Ek thappar. Haider ne apni beti ko maara. Pehli dafa. "Chup! Tujh pe ehsaan kar raha hun! Warna hum sadak pe aa jayen ge! Bol Qubool hai!" Zoya ki aankh se aansu nikal para. Us ne samnay kharay Shamsher ko dekha. 6 foot 4 inch. Chauri chatthi. Daayin gaal pe talwar ka nishan. Aankhon mein barf. Aur honton pe zehrili muskurahat. "Bol Zoya. Qubool hai?" Shamsher ne ek qadam agay barh ke kaha. Us ki awaz mein hukam tha. Zoya ke hont kaanp rahay thay. Us ne apne baap ko dekha. Baap ne nazar jhuka li. Us ne Qazi ko dekha. Qazi ne tasbeeh phairni shuru kar di. Aur phir us ne Shamsher ko dekha. Us shakhs ko jis ne us ki zindagi khareed li thi. "Qubool... hai." Alfaaz nahi, cheekh thi. Us ki rooh ki cheekh. Teen dafa. Qubool hai. Qubool hai. Qubool hai. Aur Zoya Haider se Zoya Sikandar ban gayi. Ek qaid mein. Ek sauda mein. Ek badlay mein. Shamsher ne nikahnama pe sign kiye. Phir Zoya ki taraf dekha. "Mubarak ho Begum Shamsher Sikandar. Aaj se tum meri ho. Meri nafrat ki, meray badlay ki. Aur yaad rakhna... ye shaadi mohabbat ki nahi, maut ki hai. Tumhari maut ki." Us ne Zoya ki kalai pakri. Itni zor se ke nishan par gaye. "Chalo. Tumhara susraal tumhara intezaar kar raha hai. Sikandar Mansion. Jahan se zinda wapas koi nahi aata." Baarish aur tez ho gayi. Jaise aasmaan bhi ro raha ho. Agla Chapter: 'Qaid'. Shamsher Zoya ko apni haweli le ja ke kya kare ga? Comment mein 'NEXT' likho agar jaanna chahte ho.

WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 5: "Toofan" ~_~_~ "Zoya Sikandar bhag gayi." Khabar bijli ban ke Sikandar Mansion pe giri. Shamsher Sikandar ne cup tor diya. Chaye farsh pe bikhair gayi. Laal farsh aur bhi laal ho gaya. "Kab?" Us ki awaz se deewarein kaanp gayi. "Raat 3 bajay sahib." Bodyguard ki awaz kaanp rahi thi. "CCTV band tha. Peechay wali deewar se... aur... aur wo akeli nahi thi sahib." Shamsher ne gardaan uthai. Aankhon mein khoon. "Kaun?" "Haider. Us ka baap. Wo wapas aa gaya hai." Kamray mein maut ka sannata cha gaya. 15 saal purana zakham phir se taaza ho gaya. Shamsher ne kursi ko laat maari. Kursi deewar se ja lagi. "Toofan le ke aaya hai haramzada." Shamsher ne apni jacket uthai. Us ke andar se pistol nikal ke check ki. "Meri cheez... meri aulaad... meri biwi ko le ke bhaaga hai. Aaj us ki qabar khodun ga." ~_~_~ PURANI MIL - SHAHER SE BAHAR Zoya ne Haider ko dekha. Budha ho gaya tha. Baal safaid. Kamar jhuki hui. Lekin aankhon mein wahi laalach. "Abba... aap yahan? Aap to..." "Main mar gaya tha teray liye beta." Haider ne us ka haath pakra. "Lekin jab suna ke tu maan ban'nay wali hai... Shamsher ke bachay ki... to zinda ho gaya. Tujhe bachana tha. Usey bachana tha." Zoya peechay hat gayi. Apna pait bacha ke. "Mujhe nahi bachana tha Abba. Aap ko paise chahiye thay na? Kitnay mein becha tha mujhe? 2 crore? Ab kitnay milen ge is bachay ke?" Haider ke chehray ka rang ur gaya. "Ye kya keh rahi hai tu? Main tera baap hun!" "Baap?" Zoya ne usay wohi kaghaz dikhaya. Maa ki dibbi wala. "Ye parho. Tum ne us ke baap ko mara tha. Paise ke liye. Aur mujhe? Mujhe bhi bech diya. Paise ke liye. Farq kya hai tum mein aur Shamsher mein?" Haider ne kaghaz cheen ke phaar diya. "Jhooth hai! Shamsher ne tujhe behkaya hai! Chal mere saath. Hum yahan se door chalay jayen ge. Canada. Mera visa lag gaya hai. Tera bhi banwa lun ga. Bas ye bacha... ye bacha gira de. Ye Shamsher ka nishan hai. Ganda khoon hai." Zoya ke munh pe thappar jaisa laga. "Gira de?" Us ne apne pait pe haath rakha. "Abba... ye bacha mera hai. Sirf mera. Is mein na Shamsher ka khoon hai na tumhara. Is mein sirf meri rooh hai. Aur main isay marne nahi dun gi. Tumhari tarah sauday baaz nahi hun main." Tabhi darwaza toota. Shamsher andar aya. Aandhi ki tarah. Aankhon mein toofan. Haath mein pistol. Peeche 10 gunday. Sab musallah. Haider dar ke peechay hat gaya. "S-shamsher... beta... main to... main to teri biwi ko bacha raha tha..." "Bachana?" Shamsher ne pistol ka rukh Haider ki taraf kiya. "Tu? Tu jis ne meri zindagi khareedi thi? Tu jis ne apni beti bechi thi? Tu bacha raha tha?" Us ne Zoya ko dekha. Zoya darwazay ke paas khari thi. Peeche koi rasta nahi. Aagay maut. "Tu bhaagi kyun Zoya?" Shamsher ki awaz mein dard tha. Nafrat se ziyada dard. "Maine kaha tha na... darwaza khula rahe ga. Lekin tu gayi nahi... bhaagi. Kyun?" Zoya ne us ki aankhon mein dekha. "Kyunki qaid mein darwazay khulay nahi hotay Shamsher. Bhram hotay hain. Aur main bhram mein nahi jee sakti. Na apne bachay ko jeene dun gi." Shamsher ne Haider ko dekha. Phir Zoya ko. Phir Zoya ke pait ko. 15 saal ki nafrat. Ek raat ki mohabbat. Aur 9 mahinay ka faisla. Sab us ke samnay tha. Us ne pistol ka rukh badla. Ab Haider ke sar pe thi. "15 saal pehle tu ne mere baap ko maara tha Haider." Shamsher ne kaha. "Aaj main us ka badla lun ga. Teri beti ke samnay. Teri na-pota... na-poti... ke samnay." "NAHI!" Zoya cheekhi aur agay barhi. Shamsher aur Haider ke beech aa gayi. "Isko mat maro Shamsher! Warna... warna main bhi mar jaun gi. Aur tumhara bacha... tumhara bacha yateem paida hoga. Nafrat ka yateem." Shamsher ka haath kaanp gaya. Pistol ki naal Zoya ke maathe se lag rahi thi. "Hat ja Zoya." Wo phusphusaya. "Ye mera badla hai. 15 saal ka. Beech mein mat aa." "Nahi hatoon gi." Zoya ne aankhein band kar lin. "Maar de. Pehle mujhe maar. Phir isay. Phir apne bachay ko. Aur phir khud ko. Kyun ke nafrat mein jeet kisi ki nahi hoti Shamsher. Sab haartay hain." Pistol ka trigger Shamsher ki ungli ke neeche tha. Ek inch ka faasla. Ek pal ka faisla. Bahar baarish shuru ho gayi. Bijli karak rahi thi. Jaise aasmaan bhi faislay ka intezaar kar raha ho. Haider ghutnon pe gir gaya. "Maaf kar de Shamsher... main gunahgaar hun... lekin ye bachay ka... is ka kya qasoor?" Shamsher ne Zoya ko dekha. Us ke maathe pe pistol. Us ke pait mein us ki aulaad. Aur us ne trigger daba diya. Goli chali. Awaaz se mil ki deewarein kaanp gayi. Zoya ki cheekh nikal gayi. Lekin... wo zinda thi. Goli us ke kaan ke paas se guzar ke Haider ke kandhay mein lagi thi. Haider gir gaya. Khoon behne laga. Shamsher ne pistol phaink di. Aur Zoya ko apni baahon mein bhar liya. Zoya kaanp rahi thi. "Main tujhe nahi maar sakta Zoya." Wo ro raha tha. Mafia ka Badshah ro raha tha. "Main haar gaya. Nafrat se. Badlay se. Khud se. Main sirf... main sirf baap nahi ban sakta. Apne bachay ka qatil ba

WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 4: "Faisla" ~_~_~ "Gira do isay." Shamsher Sikandar ki awaz poore Sikandar Mansion mein goonj rahi thi. Deewaron se takra ke wapas aa rahi thi. Zoya store room ke farsh pe simti hui thi. Ek haath apne pait pe. Doosra haath deewar pe. "Nahi." Sirf ek lafz. Lekin us mein poori qayamat thi. Doctor dar ke maare kamray ke konay mein khara tha. Bag haath mein. "S-sahib... main... 6 haftay ka hamal hai. Khatra ho sakta hai. Maa ki jaan..." "Maa ki jaan?" Shamsher ne qehqaha lagaya. Pagalon jaisa. "Ye maa nahi hai Doctor. Ye mere dushman ki beti hai. Is ki kokh mein mera dushman pal raha hai. Meri nafrat ka dushman. Isko khatam karo. Abhi." Zoya ne aahista se sar uthaya. Us ki aankhein laal thi. Neend, bhook aur ro ke. Lekin us mein dard nahi tha. Aag thi. "To phir chura utha Shamsher. Aur khud karo. Apne haathon se apna khoon bahao. Kyun ke main mar jaungi... lekin ye bacha nahi giray gi. Ye bacha tere zulm ka hisaab le ga. Meri kokh se. Meri rooh se." Shamsher 2 qadam agay barha. Us ka saaya Zoya pe par gaya. Kamra aur andhera ho gaya. "Tujhe lagta hai main nahi kar sakta? Main ne logon ko zinda jalaya hai Zoya. Main ne laashein nadi mein bahayi hain. Tu kya cheez hai? Ye bacha kya cheez hai?" "To phir kar." Zoya ne apni kameez ka gala thora sa neeche kiya. Gardan nangi kar di. "Yahan waar kar. Ek hi waar mein khatam. Na main rahungi. Na tera 'waris'. Faisla kar de. Aaj. Abhi." Kamray mein sannata cha gaya. Sirf Shamsher ki saansain chal rahi thi. Tez. Garam. Doctor ke haath se bag gir gaya. "S-sahib main... main chalta hun..." "Ruko!" Shamsher daharra. Us ne Doctor ko dekha. Phir Zoya ko. Phir apne haathon ko. In hi haathon se us ne apne baap ki adhjali laash uthai thi. In hi haathon se us ne qasam khai thi ke Haider ki nasal mita de ga. Aur aaj... aaj in hi haathon se usay apni nasal mitani thi? Us ka haath hawa mein uth gaya. Thappar ke liye nahi. Gardan pakarne ke liye. Lekin beech mein hi ruk gaya. Kaanpne laga. Pehli dafa 32 saal mein... Shamsher Sikandar ka jism us ka hukam nahi maan raha tha. Pehli dafa us ke andar ka Mafia Badshah... ek aurat se haar raha tha. "Kyun?" Wo phusphusaya. Awaaz itni dheemi ke Zoya ko bhi mushkil se sunai di. "Kyun nahi maar pa raha main tujhe? Kyun mera haath ruk jata hai?" Zoya ne us ki aankhon mein dekha. Aur usay jawab mil gaya. Nafrat aur mohabbat... dono aag hain. Aur aaj... aaj mohabbat ki aag nafrat ko jala rahi thi. "Kyunki tu mujh se nafrat nahi karta Shamsher." Zoya ne aahista se kaha. Har lafz goli ki tarah laga. "Tu khud se nafrat karta hai. Apni kamzori se. Aur main... main tera aaina hun. Is liye tu mujhe tor na nahi chahta. Kyun ke agar main tooti... to tu bhi bikhar jaye ga." Shamsher 4 qadam peechay hata. Jaise kisi ne usay dhakka de diya ho. "Nahi... ye bakwas hai... main Shamsher Sikandar hun..." "Tu ek baap hai Shamsher." Zoya ne apne pait pe haath rakha. "Chahe tu maan ya na maan. Chahe tu isay giraye ya paale. Khoon nahi badalta. Aur ye khoon... ye tera hai." Shamsher ne deewar pe mukka maara. Khoon nikal aya. "To main kya karun? Apni 15 saal ki nafrat ko aag laga dun? Apne baap ki qabar pe ja ke maafi maangoon? Ke tere qatil ki beti se mujhe aulaad ho gayi?" "Nahi." Zoya uth ke khari ho gayi. Larhkara ke. "Tu sirf faisla kar. Aaj. Is waqt. Ya to is botal mein zehr ghol ke mujhe pila de. Aur apni nafrat jeeta le. Ya phir... ya phir is botal ko tor de. Aur maan le ke tu haar gaya. Nafrat se nahi... zindagi se." Us ne table pe pari sharab ki botal ki taraf ishara kiya. Shamsher ne botal ko dekha. Phir Zoya ko. Phir apne kaanpte haathon ko. Poore 5 minute. Kamray mein sirf ghari ki tik tik. 5 minute mein ek saltanat bani thi. 5 minute mein ek saltanat gir sakti thi. Aur phir... Shamsher ne botal uthai. Zoya ki saans ruk gayi. Doctor ne aankhein band kar li. Shamsher ne botal ko dekha. Us mein apna aks. Toota hua. Bikhra hua. Aur agle pal... us ne botal deewar pe de maari. Kaanch ke tukray poore kamray mein bikhair gaye. Sharab deewar pe behne lagi. Laal. Khoon jaisi. "Bacha rahe ga." Shamsher ki awaz aayi. Tooti hui. Haari hui. Lekin saaf. "Ye bacha paida hoga. Sikandar Mansion mein. Mere naam ke saath." Zoya ki tangain kaanp gayi. Wo farsh pe baith gayi. Aankhon se aansu nikal pare. Pehli dafa. Sukoon ke aansu. "Lekin yaad rakhna Zoya." Shamsher us ke samnay ghutnon ke bal baith gaya. Us ki aankhon mein ab nafrat nahi thi. Thakan thi. 15 saal ki thakan. "Ye bacha mera waris nahi hai. Ye teri qaid hai. Tujhe is mansion se bahar nahi jaane dun ga. Kabhi nahi. Tu aur tera bacha... dono meri nafrat ke qarzdaar raho ge. Zindagi bhar." Us ne Zoya ka chehra apne haathon mein liya. Ungliyan naram thi. Pehli dafa. "Aur agar tune bhagne ki koshish ki... to main is bachay ko tujh se cheen

WIRASAT: MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS Chapter 3: "Waris" ~_~_~ Subah ki pehli kiran Shamsher Sikandar ki aankh mein chubhi. Us ne karwat li to bistar khali tha. Zoya nahi thi. Baathroom se ulti ki awaz aa rahi thi. Ajeeb si. Bechain karne wali. Shamsher utha. Raat bhar us ke dimagh mein sirf ek cheez ghoom rahi thi. Zoya ki wo nazar. Wo alfaaz: "Tumhe main chahiye ya mera baap?" Us ne baathroom ka darwaza khola to Zoya basin pe jhuki hui thi. Chehra peela. Hont sukhay. Haath kaanp rahay. Maathay pe paseenay ki boondein. "Ye kya natak hai?" Shamsher ne nafrat se kaha. Us ki awaz mein zehr tha, lekin aankhon mein... kuch aur tha. Kuch jo wo khud bhi nahi samajh pa raha tha. Zoya ne paani ke cheentay maaray aur seedhi khari ho gayi. Aaine mein us ne Shamsher ka aks dekha. "Natak tum kar rahay ho Shamsher. Shaadi ka natak. Nafrat ka natak. Mardangi ka natak." Shamsher ne ek jhatke se us ka baazu pakra. Us ki pakar lohay jaisi thi. "Zubaan sambhal ke baat kar. Tu meri biwi hai. Sikandar Mansion ki malika. Aur malikaein itni subah uth ke ulti nahi karti." "Aur tum mere bachay ke baap." Zoya ne us ki aankhon mein aankhein daal ke kaha. Ek ek lafz saaf. Ek ek lafz qatal. Kamray mein maut jaisa sannata cha gaya. AC ki hawa bhi ruk gayi. Bahar parinday bhi chup ho gaye. "Kya... kya bakwas kar rahi hai?" Shamsher ka haath khud ba khud Zoya ke baazu se dheela par gaya. Us ke chehray ka rang ur gaya. 32 saal mein pehli dafa Shamsher Sikandar ko paseena aya tha. Khauf ka paseena. Zoya ne apna haath us ke haath se jhatka. Us ke hont kaanp rahay thay, lekin awaz pathar ki tarah sakht thi. "Main maan ban'nay wali hun Shamsher Sikandar. Tumhari nafrat ki qaid mein... tumhari wirasat pal rahi hai. Tumhara khoon. Tumhari barbaadi ka agla qadam." Shamsher 2 qadam peechay hata. Jaise kisi ne us ke seene mein chura ghonp diya ho aur use ghuma diya ho. "Nahi... ye... ye nahi ho sakta. Ek raat... sirf ek raat... main hosh mein bhi nahi tha..." "Ek raat hi kaafi hoti hai barbaadi ke liye Shamsher." Zoya ne apne pait pe haath rakha. Us ka haath kaanp raha tha. "Ek raat mein tum ne meri zindagi tabah ki. Ek raat mein tum ne apni nafrat ka beej bo diya. Ab us beej ka phal aane wala hai. Pooch lo apne doctor se. Ya phir mujhe bhi de do zehr. Jaisay tumhari nafrat ne meri zindagi ko de diya hai." Shamsher ke zehen mein dhamaka hua. 15 saal ki nafrat. Baap ki jalti hui factory. Maa ki cheekhein. Aur ab... us dushman ki beti us ki aulaad ki maan? Ye badla nahi tha. Ye qayamat thi. ~_~_~ DOCTOR KA CLINIC - 2 GHANTAY BAAD "Congratulations Mr. Sikandar. Aap baap ban'nay walay hain." Doctor ne report agay ki. Muskurahat ke saath. "6 haftay ka hamal hai. Bilkul sehatmand. Mubarak ho." Shamsher ne report dekhi. Phir Doctor ko dekha. Phir report phaari aur Doctor ke munh pe maar di. Kaghaz ke tukray Doctor ke chehray pe bikhair gaye. "Jhooth! Ye larki jhooti hai! Fraud hai! Isay paise chahiye! Ye meri aulaad nahi ho sakti!" Shamsher ki awaz se kamra goonj utha. Us ki aankhon mein khoon utar aya tha. Doctor kursi se uth ke peechay hat gaya. Dar ke. "S-sahib... main... main jhooth nahi bol raha. Test 3 dafa kiya. Report 100% sahi hai. Ye aap ka hi bacha hai. DNA chahiye to wo bhi..." Shamsher kursi pe gir gaya. Jaise kisi ne us ki kamar tor di ho. 15 saal se wo jis baap ka badla le raha tha... aaj us baap ki beti us ki aulaad ki maan ban'nay wali thi. Nafrat aur khoon... dono us ki ragon mein daur rahay thay. Ek doosray se takra rahay thay. Agar wo bachay ko qubool karta hai to apni nafrat se ghaddari kare ga. Agar bachay ko girawata hai to... to wo kya apne baap se bhi badtar nahi ban jaye ga? Us ke baap ne to sirf factory jalai thi. Ye to apna khoon maarne ja raha tha. ~_~_~ SIKANDAR MANSION - RAAT 11 BAJAY Shamsher ne ghar aate hi Zoya ko baalon se pakra aur deewar se laga diya. Us ki aankhon mein janoon tha. Pagalpan tha. "Gira de isay! Abhi! Isi waqt! Doctor ko bulata hun. Abhi abortion karwao!" Wo daharra tha. Cheekh raha tha. "Main apni nafrat ki aulaad nahi paal sakta! Ye bacha haram hai! Is ka khoon ganda hai! Is mein Zoya ka khoon hai! Us mazdoor ka khoon hai!" Zoya ki kamar deewar se lagi. Dard se us ki aankh se aansu nikal aya. Lekin wo royi nahi. Us ne Shamsher ki aankhon mein dekha. Aur muskura di. Ek aisi muskurahat jo Shamsher ka kaleja cheer gayi. "To phir maar de mujhe Shamsher." Zoya ki awaz mein ab na dard tha, na khauf. Sirf ek ajab sa sukoon tha. Ek faisla. "Kyun ke ye bacha giray ga nahi. Ye bacha teri nafrat ka waris ban ke teri saltanat ki eent se eent baja de ga. Ye mera wada hai. Ek maa ka wada. Aur maa ka wada kabhi jhoota nahi hota." Us ne apne pait pe haath rakha. "Ye bacha tujh se nafrat karna seekhe ga. Meri kokh mein. Aur jab ye bahar aye ga... to teri barbaadi ki wajah banay ga. Tu ne mujhe qaid kiya? Main ne teri nasl ko qaid kar liya. Hamesha ke liye." Shamsher ka haath uth gaya thappar ke liye... hawa mein lehra ke...

*Chapter 4: Saas Ne Zeher Mila Diya - Main Marne Se Pehle Ye Kar Gayi* Zehar ka ghoont halak se neeche utra aur main muskura di. Saas samjhi main haar gayi. Uske chehre pe wo jeet ki muskurahat thi jo shayad usne mere nikah wale din bhi nahi dikhayi thi. Haath mein chai ka khaali cup pakre main sofe pe gir gayi. "Aakhir kaar jaan chhooti" saas ne dheere se kaha. Usko laga main behosh ho gayi hun. Lekin saas nahi jaanti thi ke main 3 din se thora thora zehar pi rahi thi. Body ko aadi bana rahi thi. Kyun? Kyunki mujhe pata tha ye din aye ga. *3 Din Pehle...* Raat ke 2 bajay thay. Main paani peene kitchen gayi to dekha saas kisi se phone pe baat kar rahi thi. "Haan bhai, kaam ho jaye ga. Is hafte hi. Zehar wali chai. Koi saboot nahi rahe ga. Saari jaidad phir mere betay ki." Mera khoon khaul gaya. 5 saal se main is ghar ki naukrani bani hui thi. Mera shohar Dubai mein, aur yahan saas mere saath kya kya nahi karti thi. Tab main ne faisla kiya. Agar marna hai to akeli nahi marungi. Agley din main ne bazaar se chuhe maar dawa khareedi. Bilkul thori si. Roz raat ko doodh mein mila kar peeti. Pehle din ulti aayi. Doosre din chakkar. Teesre din... body maan gayi. *Aaj...* Zehar mere khoon mein tha, lekin itna nahi ke main foran mar jaun. Bas itna ke main behosh hone ka natak kar sakun. Saas mere paas aayi. Meri nabz check ki. "Chal khatam" keh kar kamre se nikal gayi. Uske jaate hi main ne aankh kholi. Mobile nikala. Video record pe laga tha. Pichle 10 min ki sari baat record ho gayi thi. Saas ki "jaan chhooti" wali line bhi. Lekin ye kafi nahi tha. Mujhe saboot chahiye tha ke usne zehar diya. Main larkharaate hue kitchen gayi. Wohi chai ki pti abhi wahan pari thi. Us mein se thora sa zehar abhi bhi baaki tha. Main ne tissue se sample liya, plastic ki theli mein daala. Phir main seedha apne kamre gayi. Almari se shohar ki purani shirt nikali. Us pe bhi chai giri thi us din jab saas ne "ghalti se" gira di thi. 3 din purana saboot. *Asli Khel Ab Shuru Hua...* Main ne 3 logon ko message kiya: 1. *Police Station:* "Mujhe zehar diya gaya hai. Ghar pe aayen. Address..." Send. 2. *Mera Bhai:* "Video upload kar raha hun. Agar main na rahi to ye police ko de dena." Send. 3. *Shohar ko Dubai:* "Tumhari maa ne mujhe maar diya. Video dekh lo. Talaq nama bhej rahi hun." Send. Saas ko laga main mar gayi. Usne foran apne betay ko call ki. "Beta kaam ho gaya. Bahu ko heart attack ho gaya. Doctor ko bula liya hai. Tu tension na le." Main bathroom mein chup ke sun rahi thi. Record kar rahi thi. 15 min baad police aa gayi. Saas ke hosh urr gaye. "Ye... ye kyun aaye?" Main darwaze pe khari thi. Zinda. Haath mein mobile. Chehre pe muskurahat. "Kyun saas ji? Heart attack wali maut pe police kyun aayi?" Saas ka rang urr gaya. "Tu... tu zinda hai?" "Zinda hun. Aur tumhare liye maut ban ke aayi hun." Main ne mobile uske munh ke aage kiya. Video play ki. Uski awaaz goonji: "Aakhir kaar jaan chhooti". Police ne foran chai ki pti kabze mein li. Tissue wala sample bhi. Saas chillane lagi "Ye jhoot hai! Ye khudkushi kar rahi thi!" Tab main ne shohar ki shirt nikali. "3 din pehle wali chai? Wo bhi test kara lein. Us mein bhi zehar mile ga. Kyunki saas ji, aap 3 din se koshish kar rahi thin na?" Shohar ki call aa gayi. Speaker pe daali. Dubai se chillaya: "Ammi! Aap ne ye kya kiya? Main talaq de raha hun isko... nahi nahi aapko! Aap meri maa nahi ho sakti!" Saas ghutnon ke bal gir gayi. Police use le jaane lagi to main uske paas gayi. Dheere se kaano mein kaha: "Saas ji, aap ne kaha tha na bahu beti nahi hoti? Sahi kaha tha. Kyunki beti maa ko zehar nahi deti. Bahu deti hai. Aap ne mujhe zehar ki chai pilayi. Main ne aapko zehar ki zindagi de di. Ab jail mein roz sochna ke bahu ko maarna asaan tha, bahu se bachna mushkil." Wo rote hue police ki gaari mein baith gayi. Main ghar ke darwaze pe khari thi. Zehar ka asar ab khatam ho raha tha. Kamzor thi, lekin zinda thi. Aur azaad thi. Mobile pe message aaya. Bhai ka: "Video viral ho gayi. 2 lakh views. Sab tere saath hain." Doosra message. Shohar ka: "Talaq ke kaaghaz phaar diye. Main aa raha hun Pakistan. Maafi." Main ne dono message delete kar diye. Mujhe na shohar chahiye, na maafi. Mujhe bas ye chahiye tha ke duniya dekhe ke ek bahu ko kamzor samajhne ka anjaam kya hota hai. Zehar mere halak se utar chuka tha. Lekin badla... badla abhi meri ragon mein daur raha tha. *Khatam*

*Chapter 2: Report Ka Dhamaka* "Lo, parh lo sab!" Saas ne lounge mein kharay ho kar elaan kiya. "Aaj doodh ka doodh, paani ka paani ho jayega."Nand Sameera phone nikal kar video bana rahi thi. Devar huns raha tha. Aur Adnan... mera shohar... sar jhukaye khara tha. Mera dil doob raha tha. 2 saal ki zillat ka aaj faisla tha. "Baanjh". Ye lafz mere maathe pe likh diya jaye ga.Saas meri taraf barhi. Report mere munh pe de mari. "Ye lo! Doctor ki report. Stamp laga hua hai. Ab to maan lo ke tum aurat nahi, manhoos ho!"Main ne kaanpte haathon se paper pakra. Aankhon ke aage andhera tha. Hospital ka naam: "City Care Hospital". Date: Kal ki. Doctor ka stamp: Neela, saaf.Lekin... Lekin patient ka naam wali jagah... *Mera naam nahi tha.* *Wahan "Adnan Ahmed" likha tha.*Mera khoon khushk ho gaya. Main ne 3 baar parha. Adnan Ahmed. Mere shohar ka naam.Neeche motay lafzon mein result likha tha: *"Patient is suffering from Azoospermia. Natural conception is not possible."*Mujhe samajh nahi aaya. Main ne Adnan ki taraf dekha. Us ka chehra safed parh chuka tha. Hont kaanp rahe thay."Ye... ye kya hai?" Meri awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi.Saas ne mere haath se report cheen li. "Kya bakwas kar rahi hai? Tera naam hai us pe! Tu baanjh hai!""Nahi Amma." Main ne pehli baar unchi awaaz mein kaha. Meri awaaz lounge mein goonji. "Is report pe Adnan ka naam hai. Baanjh main nahi... *aap ka beta hai*."Sannata chha gaya. Sameera ke haath se phone gir gaya. Devar ka qehqaha ruk gaya. Saas ka chehra aisa ho gaya jaise kisi ne thappar mara ho.Adnan achanak meri taraf lapka. Uski aankhon mein khoon tha. Us ne report mere haath se cheen kar phaar di. Tukre tukre kar diye. "Jhooti! Ye report jali hai! Tu ne khud banwayi hai mujhe badnaam karne ke liye!"Main peechay hat gayi. Lekin ab darr nahi tha. 2 saal ka darr aaj khatam ho gaya tha. "To asli report mangwa lete hain Adnan. Hospital yahin pass mein hai. Abhi chalte hain?"Saas cheekh pari. "Koi nahi jayega kahin! Ye larki pagal ho gayi hai! Isko ghar se nikalo!"Aur phir... Saas ne wo kaam kiya jis ka main 2 saal se intezar kar rahi thi. *Us ne mujh pe haath uthaya.* Ek zor ka thappar mere gaal pe para. Meri aankh se aansu nahi, aag nikli.Bas... ab bohot ho gaya. Main ne gaal pe haath rakha. Aur muskurayi. "Thappar ka hisaab to hoga Zakiya Begum. Aur sood ke saath hoga."