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Yeh hai meri pehli kahani iss account se jo Fantasy, Adventure aur Harem jaise genres main mabni hoga. Iss kahani main Incest aur Adultery dekhne main bhi mil sakti hai agar plot main koi gunjaish dikhi.
Hunter — Shikariyon Ka Dunya
Kuch Key Points
1. Updates milenge meri marzi ke mutabik. Yeh mera mood or time pe mabni hoga. Kabhi kabar boht sare Updates mil sakte hai ya fir breaks bhi asakte hai.
2. Mera storytelling ka andaaz thora slow hai so iske saath adjust karna parega.
3. Iss kahani ke locations zyada tor real world ke hain lekin idhar ki rules alag honge.
4. Yeh kahani arcs main taksim hai aur yeh arcs main introduce karta jaunga jaise jaise hum kahani main progress karenge.
5. Har tarha ki reviewing allowed hai lekin jo bhi negative review mile usko kam askam constructive hona parega na ke koi banda/bandi kahani ko criticise kare koi faltu ke wajah se. I will appreciate anything that helps the story and the overall plot be it positive feedback or negative criticism as long as it’s constructive, this is important!
“Aur yeh aakhri aate ki bori hai,” Ashraf ne gehri saans lete hue kaha, bori ko baaqi samaan ke saath rakhte hue.
“Tum itni si boriyan uthakar hi thak gaye ho, Ashraf?” Asfand, jo taqreeban pachaas ke peyte mein tha, fikarmand chehre ke saath bola. “Humein aur samaan jaldi se truck mein daalna hai, shaam tak yeh Islamabad pahunchna chahiye.”
Ashraf, ab bhi saans lete hue: “Main jaanta hoon, sir. Lekin itni bhaari boriyan uthane mein aadmi ko thoda aaraam lena padta hai.”
Asfand: “Bahane mat banao! Wahan dekho Salaar ko—woh kitni dair se lagataar kaam kar raha hai. Na koi break, na koi shikayat.”
Asfand ne ek naujawan ki taraf ishara kiya, jo sardi ke mausam mein, Peshawar ki thand ki parwaah kiye baghair kaam mein laga hua tha.
Ashraf: (Zara hamdardana lehje mein) “Sir, Salaar alag hai. Us jaise log bohot kam hote hain. Woh apni behan ke liye din raat kaam karta hai, apne liye kuch nahi sochta. Har naukri bas uske ilaaj ke liye hoti hai, aur isi liye woh hamesha jaldi mein hota hai. Main aisa nahi kar sakta.”
Asfand apni kursi par baitha aur ek gehri saans ke saath apni chai ka cup uthaya. Uske chehre par udaasi thi, jo uske dil ki gehraiyon mein chhupi majboori ko zaahir karti thi.
Asfand: “Yahi baat mujhe afsurdah karti hai. Agar mere bas mein hota, toh main usay itne paise de deta ke usay itni naukriyan karni hi na padti. Bechara larka, woh khud ke liye kabhi nahi sochta, bas apni beemaar behan ke liye.”
Ashraf ne Salaar ki taraf dekha, jo ab bhi baghair ruke apna kaam kar raha tha. Uske dil mein Salaar ke liye ek gehri hamdardi jaag uthi.
Thandi hawa ke saath Salaar ek ek kar ke samaan truck mein rakhne laga. Har cheez ko sambhal kar, baghair kisi shikayat ke. Salaar sirf athara saal ka tha—chhote qad ka, aur kamzor bhi, kyunki usne apna sab kuch apni behan ke liye qurbaan kar diya tha. Uske kapde purane aur ghise pitay the. Naye kapdon ke liye uske paas paise nahi the; uski zindagi mein apne liye kharch karna ek aiyashi thi.
Samaan truck mein rakh kar, Salaar apni agli naukri ke liye Saddar ke ek chhote dhabay par nikal gaya.
Salaar Safir naam ke ek aadmi ke liye kaam karta tha, jo Asfand se bilkul mukhtalif tha. Safir aksar Salaar ke saath bura salook karta aur kabhi uske kaam ki poori mazdoori nahi deta tha.
Safir: (Chillate hue) “Kahan mar gaya tha tu, gadhe? Gaahak qataar mein khade hain aur tu gayab hai! Tujhe aadhi tankhwa milni chahiye!”
Salaar (Sharmindagi bhare lehje mein): “Maaf kijiye sir, pichli naukri mein masroof ho gaya tha, waqt ka pata nahi chala.”
Safir ki sakht baaton ne Salaar ke dil ko chot pohchayi. Uske kandhe jhuk gaye. Paise khone ki uske paas koi gunjaish nahi thi, aur ab yeh daant uski chinta ko aur gehra kar gayi.
Jab uski shift khatam hui, toh woh thaka haara dhabay se nikal kar ghar ki taraf badh gaya. Raaste mein usne aasman ki taraf dekha aur mehsoos kiya ke uske jism ko sakht aaraam ki zaroorat hai. Lekin uski behan ki beemari usay kabhi rukne nahi deti thi.
Shaam ko jab Salaar ghar wapas ja raha tha, uske phone ki ghanti baji. Asfand ka phone tha.
Asfand: “Salaar, mujhe tumse zaroori baat karni hai. Kya tum abhi mere daftar aa sakte ho?”
Salaar ki thakaawat ke bawajood, tajjasus ne usay Asfand ke daftar ki taraf janay par majboor kar diya. Daftar mein halki si roshni thi, har taraf kaagzaat bikhre huay the, aur chai ki halki khushbu hawa mein thi.
Asfand: (Gehre lehje mein) “Baitho, Salaar. Main tumhari haalat ko samajhta hoon. Tumhari mushkilein ka andaza hai mujhe. Isi liye, main tumhe ek moka dena chahta hoon—kya tumne kabhi ‘Hunter’ banne ke baare mein socha hai?”
Salaar hairani se Asfand ki taraf dekhne laga.
Salaar: “Hunter? Lekin… main kaise kar sakta hoon?”
Asfand thoda aage jhuka, uski aankhon mein umeed aur hamdardi ke rang the.
Asfand: “Hunters ke liye ek khaas exam hota hai. Main tumhare liye us exam mein ek jagah dila sakta hoon. Pehla marhala Blessings Town, Africa Region mein hoga. Saat din ka challenge hai, jo tumhari jismani aur zehni taaqat ko parkhayga.”
Salaar ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Yeh ek bhaari zimmedaari thi, lekin ek aisi jo uski zindagi badal sakti thi. Usne test ke khatarat aur faiday ke baare mein socha—aur apni behan ke achhe mustaqbil ke liye apni saari hichkichahat ek taraf kar di.
Salaar: “Mujhe tayar hone ke liye kya karna hoga?”
Asfand: “Waqt kam hai, lekin tumhe bas Blessings Town waqt par pahunchna hoga. Yeh exam tumhari aqalmandi aur azm ko tumhari taaqat se zyada parkhayga.”
Salaar ne gehri saans li, uske dil mein hichkichahat bhi thi aur ek nai umeed bhi. Usne is moka ko apni behan ke ilaaj ke liye ek raah ke tor par dekha.
Salar Sofia ke bistar ke paas baitha tha, medical equipment ka rhythmic beep room ki khamoshi ko tor raha tha. Subah ki roshni pardaon se guzar kar, uski nazuk khubsurti par ek naram chamak daal rahi thi. Sofia behad khoobsurat thi—lambi, lehrati kale baalon ki latain uske kandhon par seherati, jaise silk ki leheren, aur unka rang uske dil-shaped chehre ko aur bhi khubsurat bana raha tha. Uski badam-shakal aankhein, gehri emerald rang ki, umeed aur khauf ka mila jula rang dikhati thi, jo bhi uski taraf dekhta, uski gehraiyon mein kho jata. Uski rangat mein ek khushnuma chamak thi, ek behtareen rang jo hospital ke room ki suni suni deewaron ke khilaf chamakti thi.
Sofia
Uski puri hont, jo aam tor par ek naram muskurahat se sajti thi, ab aansuon ki nafrat se kaanp rahi thi. Muskurahat ke lamhon mein, ye itni chanchal thi ke wo andhere din ko bhi roshan kar sakti thi. Uski unchi galo ki haddi uske chehre ko ek shaan deti thi, jabke uski nazuk naak uski khasiyat ko behtareen taur par poora karti thi. Har ek tafsil uski shakal ka, ek artist ne banaya tha—har pehlu anokha magar ek dusre se milta julta, ek zinda misal khubsurti ki jo sab par chha gayi thi.
Sofia: “Salar,” usne kuch kaha, uski aawaz naram lekin tawajjo se bhari thi. “Kripya yeh mat karo. Tumhein nahi jaana chahiye. Main tumhein khona nahi chahati.”
Usne mehsoos kiya ke uska haath uska haath pakad raha hai, aur is garmi ke bawajood, uski riyazat se ek thandi leher uske jis mein beh gayi. Salar: “Mujhe jaana hai, Sofia,” usne kaha, uski aawaz thodi mazboot thi, jaise usne pehle se hi tayyar kiya ho. “Yeh hamara sirf ek mauqa hai. Main yahan nahi baith sakta jab tum—” Uski aawaz kuch pal ke liye thak gayi, jo jazbat ke lehron mein ulajh gayi.
Sofia: “Jab main beemar hoon?” usne uski baat ko pura kiya, uski aankhein aansuon se bhari thi. “Kya tumhe lagta hai ke main chahti hoon ke tum apni jaan khatre mein daalo mere liye? Main tumhe nahi kho sakti. Tum hi sab kuch ho.”
Uske lafz hawa mein ek bhaari chadar ki tarah tange rahe, jo uske ird gird lapet gayi. Salar: “Tum mujhe nahi khogi. Main wapas aaunga,” usne wada kiya, lekin uski apni aawaz mein shak tha. Hunters ki duniya ka haqeeqat us par bhaari tha, aur jab wo taqat ka ehsaas kar raha tha, andar se wo ek toofan ki tarah mehsoos kar raha tha.
Sofia ne uski aankhon mein dekha, aur usne dekha ke uski aankhein khauf aur bechaini se bhari hui hain. Sofia: “Mujhe wada karo ke tum ehtiyaat karoge. Mujhe wada karo ke tum har din mujhe yaad karoge.”
Salar: “Main wada karta hoon,” usne kaha, uska haath pakadte hue, halankeh usne mehsoos kiya ke yeh lafz utne hi naram hain jitna unka jeena. Uski aankhon mein, usne apne khauf ka aks dekha, ek jaadu bhara mila julah pyaar aur fikr, jo uske dil ko kishti ki tarah pakad raha tha.
Din guzarne ke sath, Salar apne khayalon mein kho gaya, apni duty aur Hunter Exam ki ghair yaqini ke beech fasa hua. Usne dekha ke Sofia apni bimari se larh rahi thi, ek aise taqat ke sath jise wo admire karta tha lekin samajh nahi pata tha. Wo aksar ek bahadur chehra banati thi, magar wo uski himmat ke neeche darar dekh sakta tha.
Ek shaam, jab wo saath baithay the, khamoshi unke beech mein tedi thi. Sofia: “Tumhe maloom hai, maine hamesha safar karne ka khwab dekha hai,” usne kaha, uski aawaz chhoti thi. “Shayad North America Region dekhna, kisi Dwarf ya Draenei se milna.”
Dwarf
Draenei
Uski khwab bhari aawaz ne uske khaamosh roop ko chura liya. Salar: “Hum dekhenge,” usne wada kiya, lekin unki haqeeqat ka bojh hawa mein bhaari tha. “Ek din, main tumhe wahan le jaunga.”
Sofia: “Lekin agar tum wapas nahi aaye?” usne poocha, uski aankhein khauf se khuli thi. “Agar tumhare saath kuch hua? Main nahi—”
Salar: “Sofia,” usne beech mein roka, apne nazron ko uski taraf karte hue. “Tumhein mujh par bharosa karna hoga. Main ehtiyaat karunga. Hunter ki duniya khatarnaak hai, haan, lekin mujhe yeh hamare liye karna hai.” Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha, uske lafzon ki gehraiyon ki ghooshti khamoshi mein gunj rahi thi.
Sofia: “Yeh sirf tumhare baare mein nahi hai. Yeh humare baare mein hai. Agar main ek din uthoon aur tum nahi ho? Mujhe nahi pata ke main kaise jeeungi.”
Uski jazbat ki taqat ne us par asar kiya, uski kamzori khuli thi. Salar ki stoicism uski uljhan ke saath mukabala kar rahi thi, jab usne apne aapko ghair yaqini ke khilaf mazboot banaya. Salar: “Main aise nahi soch sakta,” usne mazbooti se kaha, lekin andar se shak us par chadh raha tha.
Agli dinon mein, uski nikalne ki tayyari ka bojh unke upar ek toofan ki tarah tha. Hunter Exam ka saaya tha, jo khatre aur ghair yaqini ka vaada karta tha. Asfand ne usse mukhtalif factions ki kahaniyan sunaayi thi—Hunter Alliance aur The Horde, har ek apne anokhe nasl aur challenges ke sath.
Usne Alliance ki naslon ke bare mein socha: Insaan, Dwarf, Night Elves, Gnome, aur Draenei, aur kaise ye The Horde ke saath mukabla karte hain: Orc, Undead, Troll, Tauren, aur Blood Elves. Har faction ne us duniya ki uljhanon ka jhalak di jise wo dakhil hone wala tha.
Sofia aksar usse Hunters ke baare mein sawaal karti—kya kya qisam hain, alag classes jaise Warriors, Mages, aur Rangers. Usne samjhaya ke wo ek Hunter Aspirant hai, jo Hunter License hasil karne aur Rookie Hunter banne ka intezar kar raha hai. Salar: “Bounty Hunters hote hain jo criminals ka peecha karte hain aur Beast Hunters jo The Horde ke monsters ka samna karte hain,” usne samjhaya, uski aawaz door hoti gayi. “Aur phir All Hunters hain jo dono karte hain.”
Sofia: “Lekin agar tum un Hunters mein se ek ban gaye? Agar tumhe ladna pada?” Uski aawaz kaanp rahi thi, har lafz stakes ki yaad dila raha tha.
Salar: “Mujhe jeene ki kala seekhni hogi,” usne jawab diya, uski aawaz mein ek azm tha jo andar ki chinta ko chhupa raha tha. “Yeh mujhe tumhare liye karna hai.”
Jaise hi uski departure ki raat aayi, Salar bistar par lete hue, jo kuch aage tha usse bhaga nahi sakta tha. Room mein ek mehsoos hota tension tha, umeed aur khauf ka mila jula. Usne Sofia ke bistar par hilne ki naram awaaz sunai, uski maujoodgi dono tasalli dene wali aur takleef deh thi.
Sofia: “Salar?” usne kaha, uski aawaz larz rahi thi. “Sone ki koshish kar rahi ho?”
Salar: “Haan,” usne naram se jawab diya, uske bistar ke paas aur kareeb aata. “Neend nahi aa rahi?”
Sofia: “Soch nahi sakti,” usne maang bhar aaye aawaz mein kaha. “Agar mujhe tumhari zaroorat ho? Agar tumhare jaane ke baad kuch hua?”
Salar: “Main jaldi wapas aaunga,” usne kaha, koshish karte hue ke uska aawaz tasalli de. Magar, Hunter ki duniya ki ghair yaqini ne usse khauf mein daal diya.
Sofia: “Mujhe wada karo ke tum mehfooz rahoge,” usne guzarish ki, uski aankhein khuli aur bechain thi. “Main tumhare bina duniya ka tasavvur nahi kar sakti.”
Salar: “Main wada karta hoon,” usne kaha, lekin yeh wada uske dil par ek bhaari bojh ban gaya. Usne dekha ke uski aankhon se aansu bhare hue hain, aur ye uske dil ko dard de raha tha.
Jab wo nikalne ki tayyari kar raha tha, Salar ke khayalat uljhan bhare the. Usne apne ghar ki taraf dekha, yaadon ki lehr usse chhune lagi—khushi ke pal jo saath mein guzaare gaye, unke muskurahat bhare khwab jo ab pehle se zyada door mehsoos ho rahe the.
Uski soch mein North America Region ki visal landschapes, Hunters ki taqat, aur un challenges ka tasavvur tha. Lekin usne Sofia, uski khubsurti, aur uski bepanah himmat ko bhi socha. Wo uska sahara thi, uska rasta dikhane wali roshni jo dar ki saayeon mein chhupi hui thi.
Salar: “Mere liye mazboot rehna, Sofia,” usne khud se kaha, lekin wo sure nahi tha ke kya wo yeh kar sakta hai.
Agli subah roshni ka pehla rang li kar aayi. Salar ne dekha ke Sofia pehle se hi jaag gayi thi, khidki ke paas baithi, uska nazar khayalon mein kho gaya tha. Uska dekhna us par jazbat ka leher la gaya.
Salar: “Subah bakhair,” usne kaha, apne dil ki bhari bhari mehsoosat ko chhupate hue.
Sofia: “Subah bakhair,” usne kaha, uski aawaz naram thi lekin dar se bhari hui. “Kya tum tayaar ho?”
Usne thoda ruk kar socha, jaante hue ke jawab sirf ek haan ya naa se zyada mushkil hai. Salar: “Jitna ho sake tayaar hoon,” usne aakhir kar muskurahat ke saath jawab diya.
Sofia: “Yaad rakhna, chahe bahar kya ho, main tumhare saath hoon rooh mein,” usne kaha, uski aankhein aansuon se chamakti. “Tum akeli nahi ho.”
Salar: “Main tumhein apne saath rakhunga,” usne wada kiya, uski baaton ka bhari mehsoos hota raha. “Tum meri ladne ki wajah ho.”
Jab waqt guzar raha tha, Sofia ka bechaini bahar aa gayi. Sofia: “Agar tum kisi Orc ka samna karo? Agar tum wapas nahi aa sakte?” Uski aawaz pareshani aur bechaini se bhari hui thi, uske haath kaanp rahe the.
Salar: “Sofia,” usne kaha, uski aawaz mazboot aur naram thi. “Mujhe yeh karna hai. Main khauf ko apne piche nahi chhod sakta. Tumne mujhe yeh sikhaya hai.”
Sofia: “Lekin yeh tumhare liye alag hai,” usne jawab diya, uski aankhein guzarish se bhari. “Tumhi ho jo wahan ja rahe ho. Tum nahi jaante kya hoga. Tumhe chot aa sakti hai, ya kuch aur. Aur main—”
Salar: “Ruko,” usne beech mein kaha, thoda tezi se, lekin phir apni aankhein naram karte hue. “Mujhe maloom hai ke yeh khaufnaak hai. Lekin mujhe bharosa karna hoga ke main wapas aaunga. Tumhare liye.”
Jab wo nikalne ki tayyari kar raha tha, Salar ne apne ghar ka ek aakhri daura kiya, uska dil Sofia ko chhodne ki soch se bhaari tha. Usne uske paas jaake yeh lamha apne yaadon mein daalna chaaha.
Salar: “Main wapas aaunga, Sofia,” usne pakka se kaha, uska haath mazbooti se pakadte hue. “Main wada karta hoon.”
Uski aankhon mein aansu bhare hue the, lekin usne behtareen muskurahat ke saath jawab diya. Sofia: “Mujhe pata hai tum aaoge. Tum mazboot ho, Salar. Tum yeh kar sakte ho.”
Ek aakhri dafa ke saath, Salar ne pyaar aur garmi se bhari hui muskurahat se pyar bhari gale lagai. Usne jaana ke jo bhi Hunter ki duniya mein intezaar kar raha tha, uska sirf ek maqsad hamesha Sofia hi rahega.
Jab wo bahar nikal gaya, suraj unke sar par chamakta hua tha, aage ka rasta roshan kar raha tha. Ghair yaqini bhaari tha, lekin usne ek jazbat ki chingari mehsoos ki. Hunter Exam Africa Region mein intezaar kar raha tha, aur halankeh usne nahi jaanta ke aage kya hai, usne Sofia ki rooh ko apne saath le jana tha—ek na todne wala rishta, jo pyaar aur khauf, umeed aur azm mein bandha hua tha.
Jab wo apne safar ki shuruaat kar raha tha, Salar ne aakhri baar peechay dekha, uska dil jazbat se bhara hua tha. Usne Sofia ki hifazat karne ka wada kiya tha, aur ab, ek Hunter Aspirant ke taur par jo khatre aur mumkinat se bhari duniya mein kadam rakh raha tha, wo sirf apne liye nahi balki uske liye ladne wala tha.
Har kadam ke saath, usne jaana ke aage ka rasta challenges se bhara hoga, lekin wo in sabka samna karega Sofia ke liye jo uska sahara hai. Wo uska anchor thi, aur jitna door bhi wo chale, wo hamesha uska hissa rahegi—uski ladne ki wajah, uski jeene ki wajah.
Uske zehan ki gehraiyon mein, Salar ne us duniya ke tasavvur ko dohraaya jahan wo dakhil hone wala tha. Factions uske samne tha: Hunter Alliance, apne noble Insaan, mazboot Dwarf, chust Night Elves, chalaki wale Gnome, aur resilient Draenei ke sath. Aur doosri taraf, The Horde ki chaotic taqat: bhari Orc, bhayanak Undead, chatur Troll, garv se bhara Tauren, aur khubsurat magar khatarnaak Blood Elves. Har nasl ke paas kahaniyan aur taqat thi, aur usne jaana ke wo sabse milne wala tha waqt par.
Usne Hunter ke ranks ke bare mein bhi socha, Z se lekar F tak, aur kaise wo uss seedhi par chadhne ka khwab dekhta tha, sirf shohrat ke liye nahi, balki Sofia ke liye ek mustaqbil hasil karne ke liye. Hunters ki qisam—Bounty Hunters, Beast Hunters, aur All Hunters—uske khayalat mein chal rahe the, ek yaad ke taur par jisne usse yaad dilaya ke wo kis raaste par ja raha hai.
Jaise hi wo apne ghar se door ja raha tha, usne apne faislon ka bojh mehsoos kiya jaise ek toofan ki tarah. Usne yeh raasta chuna, ek jo ghair yaqini se bhara tha, lekin uska dil azm ki dhadkan se bhara tha. Har kadam ke sath, usne Sofia ke pyaar aur khauf ka bojh mehsoos kiya, jo usse aage badha raha tha.
Usne Hunter Exam ke challenges ka samna karna tha, jo shadows mein chhupay khatre aur un imtihanat se guzarna tha jo uski himmat ko aazmayainge. Lekin usne yeh bhi jaana ke sabse bada challenge un dono ke beech ki doori hogi. Har lamha juda hona ek apna ladai hoga, aur usse mazboot hona tha—na sirf apne liye, balki uske liye.
Jab Salar ne apne safar ki shuruaat ki, usne jaana ke usne sirf apne liye nahi, balki un sab ke liye jo uski raah mein aayenge. Usne Sofia ka pyaar apne saath rakha, jo usse har kadam par aage barhne ki taqat de raha tha. Hunter ki duniya ka khauf unke beech chhup gaya, lekin unka pyaar unhe hamesha ek saath rakhega, chaahe duniya kitni bhi kyu na badal jaye.
