WIRSAT MERI NAFRAT KA WAARIS CHAPTER 1 SAUDA

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.