WIRASAT MERI NAFRAT kA WAARIS CHAPTER 5 TOOFAN

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 ban ke." Us ne Haider ko dekha. Jo dard se karah raha tha. "Isko hospital le jao." Us ne apne aadmi se kaha. "Zinda rehna chahiye. Isay apne gunahon ki saza bhugatni hai. Goli se nahi... zindagi se." Zoya ne us ke seene pe sar rakh diya. Baarish ki awaz mein dono ki saansain ghul gayi thi. Toofan aa ke guzar gaya tha. Lekin pata nahi... ye aakhri toofan tha... ya pehla. ~_~_~ Agla Chapter: 'Sakoon?'. Kya Shamsher waqai badal gaya hai? Haider bachay ga? Zoya wapas jaye gi? Comment mein 'HAAN' likho agar Shamsher pe bharosa hai, 'NAHI' likho agar nahi.