BEWAFA" CHAPTER 4: MAUQA* 🔥💔
Dil toota hai to jora bhi jaye ga_
College ke gate pe khara tha. 3 saal baad.
Haath mein degree thi. Aankh mein wahi purana manzar.
Yahin us ne pehli baar haath pakra tha. Yahin pehli baar dil toota tha.
"IMTIHAAN" ke baad main chala gaya tha. Sheher chorr diya. Number badal liya.
Log kehtay hain waqt zakham bhar deta hai. Jhoot.
Waqt sirf zakham chupana sikha deta hai.
Aaj wapas aya hun. Sirf ek wajah se.
Suna hai uski shaadi hai aglay haftay.
Andar gaya. Canteen wahi thi. Bench wahi tha. Bas log badal gaye thay.
Aur phir wo dikhi.
Lal joray mein nahi. White coat mein.
Haath mein stethoscope. Chehray pe wahi purani muskurahat. Aur thakan.
Mujhe dekh ke ruk gayi.
3 saal. 1095 din. Par us 1 second mein sab wapas aa gaya.
"Dhokay" wala din, "Imtihaan" wali raat, "College" wali subah.
Wo paas ayi. Boli: "Wapas aa gaye?"
Main ne kaha: "Tumhe mubarak dene."
Hansi. Thaki hui hansi.
"Kiski mubarak? Shaadi cancel ho gayi 2 saal pehle."
Mera dil phir se dharak utha. Kameena dil.
"Phir ye coat?"
"Doctor ban gayi. Tumhare janay ke baad samajh aya... rona asaan hai, larna mushkil."
Khamoshi.
Phir us ne kaha wo lafz jo main 3 saal se sun’na chahta tha:
"Mujhe maaf kar do. Us din main darr gayi thi. Baba ki izzat, samaaj ka darr... main bewafa nahi thi. Main buzdil thi."
Main ne degree ki taraf dekha. Uske coat ki taraf dekha.
Dono ne apna imtihaan paas kar liya tha. Alag alag.
Main ne kaha: "Agar maafi mangni hai to us larkay se mango jo college ke gate pe 3 ghante tera intezar karta tha."
"Wo larka mar gaya."
"Phir ye kaun hai?"
"Ye ek mard hai. Jo ab intezar nahi karta. Jo mauqa deta hai."
Us ki aankh mein aansu aa gaye.
Main ne haath barhaya. 3 saal baad.
Is baar dhoka dene ke liye nahi. Mauqa dene ke liye.
Boli: "Ab kya?"
Main ne kaha: "Ab hum dono doctor hain. Main zakhmon ka, tum dilon ka. Ilaj karte hain?"
Us ne haath tham liya.
College ka gate gawah tha...
Kuch kahaniyan "BEWAFA" se shuru ho kar "WAFA" pe khatam hoti hain.
Bas ek "MAUQA" chahiye hota hai.
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_KHATAM_ ✅💔❤️