WIRASAT MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS CHAPTER 4 FAISLA

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 lun ga. Aur tujhe aisi maut dun ga ke teri rooh bhi kaanp jaye gi. Ye mera wada hai. Shamsher Sikandar ka wada." Wo utha. Aur darwazay ki taraf mur gaya. "Darwaza khula rahe ga." Us ne bina muray kaha. "Store room se nikal ke upar apne kamray mein shift ho jao. Aaj se tum Sikandar Mansion ki malika ho. Duniya ke liye. Lekin mere liye... tum ab bhi meri qaid ho. Aur ye bacha... ye bacha meri nafrat ka waris hai." Darwaza khula chor ke wo chala gaya. Zoya farsh pe bethi rahi. Kaanch ke tukron ke darmiyan. Sharab ki boo ke darmiyan. Us ka haath apne pait pe tha. Jeet kis ki hui thi? Us ki? Shamsher ki? Ya nafrat ki? Koi jawab nahi tha. Sirf ek naya sawal tha. Ab aage kya? ~_~_~ CHHAT - 1 GHANTA BAAD Shamsher aasmaan ko dekh raha tha. Taare aaj saaf thay. Us ne jeb se ek purani tasveer nikali. Us ke baap ki. Jalti hui factory ke samnay kharhay. "Maaf kar dena Abba." Us ne aasman se kaha. Us ki awaz bharrai hui thi. "Main aap ka badla nahi le paya. Main haar gaya. Ek larki se. Ek bachay se." Hawa ka jhonka aya. Aur tasveer us ke haath se nikal ke hawa mein ur gayi. Neeche... andheray mein... kahin kho gayi. Jaise 15 saal ki nafrat... ek pal mein... khatam ho gayi ho. Ya shayad... abhi shuru hui ho. Agla Chapter: 'Wada'. Kya Shamsher sach mein bacha rehne de ga? Zoya bhagne ki koshish kare gi? Comment mein 'BHAG' likho agar Zoya ko bhagna chahiye, 'RUK' likho agar rukna chahiye.