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Update 10

MEGA UPDATE

Pichle kuch din Ruhi ke liye bohot hi bhaari aur akelepan se bhare guzre the. Harsh London pahunchne ke baad apne business aur us aag se hue nuksaan ko cover karne ke liye din raat meetings mein fasa hua tha. UK aur India ke time zone ka difference unki baaton ka sabse bada dushman ban gaya tha. Jab Harsh thoda free hota, tab India mein Ruhi classes mein hoti, aur jab Ruhi raat ko jag kar uska intezar karti, tab Harsh kisi client ke meeting mein fasa hota. Unki baat sirf chote mote text messages tak simat kar reh gayi thi.

Ruhi ko aise hi apne bachpan ke kuch din yaad ane lage, jaha Harsh Srishti ke chakkar mai Ruhi se kiye gaye wade bhul jata, aisa hi ek kissa Ruhi ke dimag mein chal raha tha, lekin us yaad mein ek aisa insan tha, jo Ruhi bhulna chahti thi.


Flashback:

Ranchi ke ghar ki chhat par sham ka andhera utar raha tha. Hawa mein halki thandak thi. Pani ki tanki ke paas jawani mein kadam rakha hua Tushar hawa mein chote chote patthar uchhal raha tha. Uske theek bagal mein, 9 saal ki Ruhi ghutnon ke bal baithi, poore gusse mein apne badminton racket ke taar noch rahi thi. Uski dono chotiyaan gusse se hil rahi thi.

"Pata hai Tushar?" Ruhi ne apne chote se hothon ko pout karte hue kaha.

Tushar ne patthar hawa mein uchhalna band kiya aur ek nakli gusse wala look dete hue Ruhi ki taraf muda.

"Tujhe kitni baar samjhaya hai maine?" Tushar ne uski ek choti ko halke se kheenchte hue daanta, "mai tere se bada hu, Kam se kam mujhe bhaiya toh bol liya kar gadhi"

Ruhi ne apna sarr jhatka aur badi dhitai se nak chidhate hue boli, "Bilkul nahi.... Ghar mein pehle se hi ek Bhaiya ki post bhari hui hai, aur wo Harsh Bhaiya ke paas hai. Agar do do Bhaiya ho gaye toh main chillate waqt confuse ho jaungi naa...."

Tushar ne aankhein badi ki, "Toh main kya padosi hu?"

"Nahi!" Ruhi ne apne dono hath hawa mein uchhale aur has padi. "Bhaiya log toh boring hote hain. Wo hamesha daant te hain aur padhne ko bolte hain. Tum toh mere sath chup chap TV par cartoon dekhte ho, meri cycle theek karte ho aur mere partner in crime ho... Tum par Bhaiya tag suit hi nahi karta. Tum mere liye Tushar hi theek ho."

Tushar apni hansi nahi rok paya. Usne haal man te hue apna sarr hilaya. Uska dil Ruhi ki is masoom aur ajeeb si logic par hamesha pighal jata tha.

"Theek hai, theek hai. Ab aage bol, kya pata hai mujhe?" Tushar ne pucha.

Ruhi ne wapas apna shikayaton wala muh banaya. "Harsh Bhaiya ne promise kiya tha ki aaj shaam ko wo mere sath 20 points wala match khelenge. Par pichle do ghante se wo balcony mein phone par chipke hue hain... Srishti tumne khana khaya? Srishti tumhara din kaisa raha?" Ruhi ne Harsh ki aawaz ki bholi si nakal utari.

Tushar ne Ruhi ki baaton mein haan mein haan milana shuru kiya.
"Sahi keh rahi hai tu," Tushar ne ek mazaakiya par chirchiri aawaz mein kaha. "Pata nahi Bhaiya ko usme kya dikhta hai. Na usay theek se Maggie banani aati hai, aur haste waqt uski aawaz kisi gadi ke purane horn jaisi lagti hai."

Ye sunkar Ruhi ki sari narazgi ek second mein ud gayi aur wo khilkhila kar has padi. "Exactly.... Aur wo hamesha aakar Bhaiya ka saara free time kha jati hai. Kal jab main Bhaiya ko apni drawing dikhane gayi, toh Srishti Didi ne unka hath pakad liya aur boli, Harsh, chalo na bahar chalte hain..... Chudail kahin ki" Ruhi ne gusse se apna racket zameen par patka.

Tushar halke se muskuraya. Usne apni jeb se ek Dairy Milk nikali aur Ruhi ki taraf badha di. Ruhi ki aankhein chamak uthin, usne turant chocolate le li.

"Tension mat le, bhalu," Tushar ne Ruhi ki gaal kheench kar kaha. "Bhaiya ka dimaag us Srishti ne kharab kar diya hai. Karne de unhe phone par baatein. Main un dono boring logon ke beech nahi baithne wala. Chal uth, main khelta hu tere sath 20 points wala match. Agar tu jeet gayi, toh kal meri pocket money se tujhe ice cream khilaunga."

Ruhi ki khushi ka thikana nahi raha. Usne chocolate muh mein thusi aur jaldi se apna racket utha liya. "Sachi? Par agar tum haar gaye toh rona mat"

"Main aur harunga? Wo bhi ek piddi bandariya se?" Tushar ne has-te hue apna racket uthaya.

Dono chhat par idhar udhar bhagte hue badminton khelne lage. Unki hansi aur nok jhok se poori chhat goonj rahi thi. Ye unke bachpan ke wo sunehre, aakhiri din the jahan unka sabse bada dukh sirf Harsh ka unhe time na dena tha. Un dono ko us sham is baat ka zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki jis Srishti ki burayi karke wo dono ek dusre ke kareeb aa rahe the, wahi Srishti aane wale waqt mein Tushar ki rooh ko narak mein dhakel degi... aur us toofan ke baad, yahi choti si Ruhi, Tushar ke zinda hone ke wajud par bhi nafrat karne lagegi.

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Ruhi ne apni num aankh saaf kiya aur bass bed par aankhe band kar ke let gayi.

Apne bhai se baat kiye bina Ruhi ka din aam taur par poora nahi hota tha. Uski is emotional vulnerability, is akelepan ka sabse zyada aur sabse sateek fayda Dhruv ne uthaya.

Dhruv ne in pichle kuch dino mein apna game poori tarah badal diya tha. Usne Ruhi par kisi bhi tarah ka dabaav nahi dala. Wo bas uske aas paas ek shant saaye ki tarah maujud rehne laga. College mein jab Ruhi akele baithi hoti, toh Dhruv aakar bina kuch zyada bole uske paas do coffee rakh deta. Jab Ruhi apne akelepan mein Harsh ki bachpan ki baatein ya uski yaadein share karti, toh Dhruv ek bohot hi achhe listener ki tarah uski baatein sunta.

Dhruv ki yahi calculated empathy Ruhi ke dil mein ghar karne lagi. Usne Ruhi ko ye ehsaas dilaya ki use uski baaton se boreiyat nahi hoti, balki use Ruhi ka Harsh ke liye pyaar aur fikar achhi lagti hai. Dhruv aksar kehta, "Main anath hu Ruhi... mere paas koi apna nahi hai. Tumhein apne bhai ki fikar karte dekh, mujhe apne pan ka ehsaas hota hai."

Ye ek aesa emotional masterstroke tha jisne Ruhi ke dil ke bache kuche saare defensive darwaze tod diye the. Use lagne laga tha ki Dhruv ek behad deeply toota hua insaan hai, jise sirf kisi ke sachhe sath ki zarurat hai. Usne Dhruv mein apna ek emotional anchor, ek sahara dhoondh liya tha.

Raat ka waqt tha. Ruhi apne kamre ki bed par ulte lete hue apne phone ki screen ko ghoor rahi thi. Harsh ka Last Seen 4 ghante pehle ka tha. Ek thandi saans chhodte hue usne phone side mein rakh diya aur chhat ko dekhne lagi.

Uski aankhon ke samne Dhruv ka chehra ghoomne laga.
"Kya Dhruv sach mein utna bura hai jitna maine shuru mein samjha tha? Nahi... pichle kuch dino mein jab mere apne bhai ke paas mere liye waqt nahi tha, tab sirf Dhruv tha jisne mujhe akele nahi chhodha. Usne meri har choti badi bakwas suni. Use meri parwah hai."

Ruhi khud se sawal kar rahi thi. "Bhaiya hamesha apni past ki yaadon mein uljhe rehte hain, aur main hamesha unki khushi ki dua karti hu. Par meri khushi ka kya? Kya mujhe hak nahi hai aage badhne ka? Dhruv mujhe samajhta hai. Wo mujhe space deta hai... Toh phir kya galat hai agar main usko ek mauka du?"
Us raat Ruhi ne apne dimaag aur dil ki is ladai mein ek bada faisla le liya.

London - Shaam 6 Baje

London ki sadkon par thethi hui thand aur halki dhundh chhayi hui thi. Harsh ki ek bohot badi aur exhaust karne wali meeting abhi abhi khatam hui thi. Wo apne hotel jane ke liye office building se bahar nikla. Uska dimaag thakan se phat raha tha, par uske dil mein pichle kai dino se ek ajeeb si bechaini uth rahi thi.

Shaan ki wo baat... "Wo SouthBank mein rehta hai."

Harsh ne poori koshish ki thi ki wo us disha mein galti se bhi na dekhe. Par insaan apne dimaag ko toh control kar sakta hai, apne dil ko nahi. Khoon ka rishta ek aesi door hoti hai jise jitna kheecho, wo utni hi zor se wapas aakar lagti hai. Harsh ko subconsciously, akelepan mein, ek umeed thi, kya pata use door se bas ek jhalak mil jaye. Ek jhalak us bhai ki, jise usne apni aakhon ke samne apna ghar chhod kar jaate dekha tha. Ek jhalak apni Us Aashiq ki jisne saream Harsh ka Dil toda tha.

"Camden Town, Sir?" Driver ne Harsh se pucha.

Harsh ne cab ka darwaza kholte kholte achanak apna faisla badla. "No. Take me to SouthBank. Near the Thames river path."

Harsh ki dhadkan achanak fast ho gayi thi. Cab jaise jaise SouthBank ki taraf badh rahi thi, Harsh ki hatheliyon mein paseena aa raha tha. Wahan pahunch kar usne cab chhod di aur paidal Thames nadi ke kinare baney footpath par chalne laga.

London Eye ki roshni paani par pad rahi thi. Thandi hawa uske overcoat ko bhed rahi thi. Harsh ne apne hath pockets mein daal liye aur dheere dheere chalte hue aas paas aate jaate har chehre ko gaur se dekhne laga. Ek pagalpan sa sawar tha uspar.

"Main kya kar raha hu? Kyun dhoondh raha hu use? Agar mil bhi gaya toh kya kahunga? Usne humari zindagi barbaad ki hai... par kya wo theek hoga?" Harsh ke dimaag mein sawaalon ka toofan tha.

Kareeb ek ghante bhatakne ke baad, Harsh buri tarah thak chuka tha. "Main sach mein pagal hu. Itne bade shahar mein bhala koi aese sadak par chalte hue milta hai kya?" usne khud ka mazak udaya. Haar maankar wo ek street crossing ke paas aakar ruk gaya, jahan traffic signal red tha aur logon ki bheed sadak paar karne ka intezar kar rahi thi.

Harsh theek crossing ke is paar khada tha, apne phone mein cab book karne ke liye screen dekh raha tha.
Traffic ruka aur logo ne sadak paar karni shuru ki. Harsh ne phone jeb mein dala aur sadak cross karne ke liye aage badha. Theek uske opposite side se, logon ki bheed ke beech, ek ladka aage badh raha tha.
Us ladke ne ek thick black jacket pehni hui thi, uske collar khade the. Uske muh mein ek jalti hui cigarette thi, jiska dhuan thandi hawa mein ud raha tha. Uski chaal mein ek beparwahi thi aur uska chehra bilkul sapat, cold aur unbothered tha.

Bheed beech sadak par ek dusre ko cross kar rahi thi. Harsh apni soch mein dooba aage chal raha tha, aur wo black jacket wala ladka theek uske samne ki taraf se aa raha tha.

Achanak, chalte chalte us ladke ki nazar samne se aate hue us overcoat wale insaan par padi.
Uske kadam theek zameen par jam gaye. Uske hothon ke beech dabi hui cigarette achanak theethak gayi.

Harsh, jo niche zameen par dekhte hue chal raha tha, use achanak mehsus hua ki samne se aa raha ek shakhs bilkul uske raste mein rukk gaya hai. Harsh ne irritated hokar apna sarr upar uthaya.

Dono ek dusre se theek paanch kadam ki doori par, sadak ke bilkul beechon beech khade the.
Harsh ki aakhein hairani, darr aur ek bhayanak shock se phati ki phati reh gayin. Uski saansein jaise gale mein hi atak gayin. Uska dil itni zor se dhadka ki uski aawaz use apne kano mein sunayi dene lagi.

Uss black jacket wale ladke ki nigahein seedhi Harsh ki nigahon se ja takraai. Wo chehra jispar ab kuch naye zakhm ke nishaan the, wo aakhein jisme pehle kabhi pyaar tha aur ab sirf ek shamsaan si khamoshi thi.

Tushar aur Harsh. Saalon baad. London ki us beech sadak par. Un dono ki aakhein ek dusre se aise ja mili, jaise waqt usi ek lamhe mein hamesha ke liye theher gaya ho.

Ranchi.

Agle din shaam ko, Ruhi ne khud Dhruv ko message karke milne ke liye bulaya. Ranchi ki ek shant pahadi ke paas bana ek open air cafe, jahan se dhalta hua suraj aur poore shahar ki lights ka nazara behad khoobsurat lag raha tha. Hawa mein ek halki si thand thi.

Dono aamne-samne baithe the. Dhruv ne apni aadat ke mutabik bohot hi innocent aur caring look pehna hua tha.
"Tumne achanak yahan bulaya? Sab theek toh hai na Ruhi?" Dhruv ne softly pucha.

Ruhi ne coffee ka mug apne dono hathon mein pakad kar halke se muskurate hue dhalte suraj ko dekha.

"Pata hai Dhruv, ye dhalta suraj kitna ajeeb hota hai," Ruhi ne ek metaphorical andaz mein baat shuru ki. "Ye andhera lekar aata hai, par uske sath ek sukoon bhi deta hai. Mujhe hamesha se andhere se darr lagta tha, kyunki andhere mein insaan akela feel karta hai. Jabse Bhaiya gaye hain, mujhe apne andar wahi ajeeb sa andhera wapis feel ho raha tha..."

Ruhi ne nazrein ghumakar Dhruv ki aankhon mein seedha dekha, "Lekin phir tum aaye. Tumne us andhere mein ek dost ka, ek sahare ka kaam kiya. Tum mere sath wahan khade rahe jahan mujhe kisi ki sabse zyada zarurat thi."

Dhruv ne apna hath aage badha kar Ruhi ke hath ko halke se chua, "Main hamesha tumhare sath hu Ruhi. Tumhe akele andhere se darne ki zarurat nahi hai."

Ruhi ki dhadkan thodi tez hui. Usne apni poori himmat jutayi aur ek bohot hi bold aur dil se nikla hua faisla uske samne rakh diya.

"Toh kya tum sirf dost ban kar sath rahoge? Ya... tum us andhere mein mera poora sath nibhane ke liye tayar ho?"

Dhruv thoda chaunka. Uski acting bilkul spot-on thi, "Ruhi... tumhara matlab...?"

Ruhi ne finally apne dil ki baat keh di, "Main is akelepan se thak chuki hu, Dhruv. I want to give it a try.... Kya tum mere sath is relationship mein aage badhna chahoge?"

Dhruv ke andar jaise hazaron shaitaan ek sath jashn mana rahe the. Uski saazish, uska wo neech plan, bina kisi mehnat ke uske kadmon mein aakar gir gaya tha. Par usne apne chehre par aesi khushi aur emotional bholepan ki chamak dikhayi jaise use duniya ki sabse keemti cheez mil gayi ho.

"Ruhi... tum sach keh rahi ho?" Dhruv ki aawaz mein ek fake kapkapahat thi. "Main... mere paas toh shabd hi nahi hain. Tumne ek anath ko uski poori duniya de di."

Dhruv apni jagah se utha aur aakar Ruhi ke bagal wali chair par baith gaya. Usne Ruhi ke dono hathon ko apne hathon mein thaam liya. Ruhi ke chehre par ek masoom, blushing si smile thi. Dhruv ne dheere se aage jhuk kar uske maathe par ek behad naram aur lamba kiss kar diya.

Ruhi ne sukoon se apni aankhein band kar li aur apna sarr Dhruv ke kandhe par rakh diya. Hawa mein ek ajeeb si romance aur soft warmth ghol gayi thi. Par Ruhi ki band aankhon se door, Dhruv ki aankhein khuli thi aur unme ek aisi bhayanak, ghatiya aur darawani chamak thi jo us khoobsurat shaam ko aane wale kisi khaufnaak toofan mein badalne ki taiyari kar rahi thi. Shikaar poori tarah se jaal mein fans chuka tha.


London

London ki us bhari sadak ke beechon beech, jahan traffic aur anjaan logon ki bheed ek dusre ko tezi se cross kar rahi thi, wahan waqt jaise jam sa gaya tha.
Harsh aur Tushar. Dono bhai ek dusre se theek paanch kadam ki doori par khade the. Tushar ke hothon ke beech dabi hui cigarette achanak chhut kar zameen par gir gayi. Uske hath kaanpne lage. Palke jhapakna jaise wo bhool gaya tha. Harsh ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin, par uske andar ka toofan uske sapat chehre ke piche chhipne ki poori koshish kar raha tha. Wo khud ko bikharne nahi de sakta tha.

Harsh ne ek lambi, kaanpti hui saans li. Usne apni mutthi bhenchi, aur apne dimaag ko zabardasti shant kiya. Wo aage badha.

"Kaise ho Tushar?" Harsh ki aawaz mein ek ajeeb si thandak thi, jaise wo kisi purane dost se ek arse baad sadak par takra gaya ho.

Tushar ka poora jism kaanp raha tha. Wo apne sage bade bhai ko saalon baad yahan, London ki is sadak par dekhega, iski usne sapne mein bhi ummeed nahi ki thi.
"Bh... Bhaiya... aap? Yahan...?" Tushar ki aawaz buri tarah ladkhada rahi thi.

"Haan..... ek....... deal ke silsile mein aaya tha. Bas ghoom raha tha," Harsh ne bilkul casual banne ka natak kiya, halanki uska dil seene se bahar aane ko ho raha tha. "Kya kar rahe ho aajkal yahan?"

"Main... main ek logistics company mein... Supervisor hu," Tushar ne zameen ki taraf dekhte hue dabi aawaz mein kaha. Uski himmat nahi thi ki wo Harsh ki aankhon mein dekh sake.

Harsh ne halke se sar hilaya. Ek bhari chuppi chha gayi.
"Achha... main chalta hu. Late ho raha hai," Harsh ne apna rasta badalne ke liye kadam uthaya. Uska dil wahan rukne ki gawahi nahi de raha tha.

"Bhaiya" Tushar achanak aage badha aur piche se usne Harsh ka overcoat pakad liya. "Please..."

Harsh ruka, par piche nahi muda. Tushar saalon se is akelepan mein ghut ghut kar jee raha tha. Aaj apne khandan, apne bhai ko samne dekh kar uski wo loneliness uska gala ghont rahi thi. "Mera... mera apartment yahi pass mein hai. Paanch minute door. Agar aap.......? Please."

Harsh ne apni aankhein band ki. Uske dimaag ne kaha 'Nahi', par uske dil mein achanak ek umeed jaagi. Srishti. Kya wo wahin hogi? Kaisi dikhti hogi ab? Kya wo khush hai?

"Theek hai," Harsh ne aahista se kaha.

Tushar ka apartment ek choti, seelan bhari building ke teesre floor par tha. Jaise hi Tushar ne lock khol kar darwaza push kiya, Harsh andar dakhil hua.
Kamra behad chota, bikhra hua aur andhera tha. Ek ajeeb si baasi mehek wahan bhari thi. Harsh ki aankhein bechaini se poore kamre mein ghoom rahi thi. Wo ek ladki ki maujudgi ke nishaan dhoondh raha tha, kisi ladki ke kapde, joote, dressing table, ya kam se kam un dono ki koi ek tasveer. Par wahan kuch nahi tha. Pura apartment bilkul ek akele, toote hue mard ka thikana lag raha tha.

Harsh ke gale mein ek kanta sa chubhne laga. 'Kahan hogi Srishti? Kya wo apne kaam par hai? Ya... kahin baahar gayi hai?' Harsh poochana chahta tha, par uske hoth sil gaye the. Uska ego aur uska dard dono use Srishti ka naam lene se rok rahe the.

"Baithiye Bhaiya," Tushar ne ek purani si chair saaf karte hue kaha.

Harsh chupchap baith gaya. Uski nazar samne center table par padi, jo cigarette ke tukdon se poori tarah bhari hui thi. Wahan darjanon cigarettes ki raakh thi.
Harsh ke andar ka gussa uske bade bhai wale protective instinct ke aage chota pad gaya.

"Kab se peene laga tu ye sab?" Harsh ne ek dabi hui, par sakht aawaz mein pucha. "Tujhe toh in sab cheezon ki aadat nahi thi na?"

Tushar ek pal ke liye ghabra gaya. Wo wahi theethak kar khada reh gaya. Uske chehre par darr saaf dikh raha tha. "B... bas yahan aane ke kuch waqt baad se... aadat pad gayi."

Harsh ne uski taraf gaur se dekha. Tushar ke chehre par kuch gehre, purane nishaan the, uski skin rough thi, aur uski aankhon mein behad khauff aur udaasi thi. Par Harsh ne is waqt aur kuch puchna theek nahi samjha. Yahan ka mahol uski saans ghont raha tha.

Harsh achanak apni jagah se uth khada hua. "Mujhe nikalna chahiye. Meri meeting hai subah."

Tushar ne niraash hokar sar jhukaya, "Ji Bhaiya."

Harsh darwaze tak gaya. Wo mud kar sach mein poochna chahta tha ki Srishti aakhir hai kahan. Par usne baat badal di.

"Apna phone number de mujhe," Harsh ne apna phone nikalte hue kaha.

Tushar ne jaldi se apna number bata diya. Harsh ne number save kiya, aur bina ek shabd kahe us andhere kamre se baahar nikal gaya.

Jaise hi Harsh us building se baahar aakar khada hua, uski saansein achanak ukhadne lagin. Uski aankhon ke samne andhera chhane laga. Ye ek Panic Attack tha. Saalon ki wo yaadein, wo dard, wo khaalipan aur Tushar ko us haalat mein dekhne ka sadma... sab uske seene par ek pathar ki tarah baith gaya.

Harsh lag bhag ladkhadata hua ek deewar ke sahare khada hua. Uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi. Usne kaanpte hathon se apna phone nikala. Is waqt, is tooti hui halat mein, use sirf apni us ek lauti jaan ki aawaz sunni thi jo uske har dard ki dawa thi. Usne jaldi se Ruhi ka number dial kiya.

Ring... Ring... Ring...
"Come on Ruhi... please pick up," Harsh bheegi aankhon se badbadaya.

"The number you are calling is currently not answering."

Harsh ka dil aur baith gaya. Usne ek baar aur try kiya, par koi jawab nahi. Aakhir mein, usne apni maa ko call lagaya.

Call uthte hi Neha ki aawaz aayi, "Harsh? Kya hua beta? Sab theek toh hai, is waqt call kiya?"

Harsh ne apne ansuon ko wahi roka, apna gala saaf kiya aur jaise-taise ek jhoothi shanti wali aawaz banayi. "Kuch nahi Maa. Bas theek se neend nahi aa rahi thi... tum sabki bohot yaad aa rahi thi."

Neha ne pyaar se uski thodi himmat badhayi, aur kuch der baat karke phone rakh diya. Harsh us anjaan sadak par wahin footpath par baith gaya aur ghutno mein sar dekar rone laga. Akelepan aur apno ke dhokhe ne use poori tarah tod diya tha.

Wahan India mein, Ranchi ke ek behad khubsurat aur expensive restaurant mein, Ruhi apne phone ki bajti hui screen ko ghoor rahi thi. Screen par "Bhaiya Calling" likha tha. Uske theek samne table par Dhruv baitha tha, jo use hi dekh raha tha.

"Bhaiya ka call hai?" Dhruv ne ek gentle, par manipulating aawaz mein pucha.

Ruhi ne Dhruv ki aankhon mein dekha. Us waqt, us romantic aur soft dim lighting mein, usne apne naye boyfriend ko chunna zyada theek samjha. "Haan... par main unhe kal baat karke explain kar dungi. Right now, main tumhare sath hu, so....."

Ruhi ne phone ka volume silent kiya aur use ulta karke table par rakh diya. Ye uski zindagi mein pehli baar tha jab usne Harsh ke call ko kisi aur ke liye ignore kiya tha.

Dhruv ke chehre par ek aesi smile aayi jo bahar se mithi aur andar se kisi shaitaan ki tarah zehreeli thi. Usne aage badh kar Ruhi ka haath apne hathon mein thaam liya.

"Tum bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho aaj Ruhi," Dhruv ne uski aakhon mein dekhte hue dheeme se kaha.

Ruhi thodi blush karne lagi. Dhruv ne apne anguthe se Ruhi ke haath ko halke se sehlaya. Unke beech ek naye couple wali soft intimacy aur ek romantic tension ban rahi thi. Dhruv jaan boojh kar aese touch aur eye contact ka istemal kar raha tha jisse Ruhi physically aur emotionally dono tarah se us par dependent ho jaye. Un dono ne wahan aaram se khana khaya, hanse, aur us romantic akelepan mein ek dusre ke aur bhi kareeb aate gaye. Par Ruhi anjaan thi ki ye kareebi uski ijjat ki chita jalane ke liye banayi ja rahi hai.


Kuch din guzar gaye. In dino mein Harsh aur Ruhi ki aapas mein phone par baat hui, par unki conversation mein ek deewar aa chuki thi. Dono ne ek dusre se sabse bade raaz chupa rakhe the. Harsh ne Ruhi ko ek baar bhi nahi bataya ki uski Tushar se mulakat hui hai. Aur Ruhi ne Harsh se apna aur Dhruv ka dating aur us raat wala romantic dinner poori tarah se chhupa kar rakha. Jhooth aur secrets ab us bhai behen ke ristey mein zeher gholne lage the.

Wahin Jiya ki halat din badin kharab hoti ja rahi thi. Use Dhruv ke asli ghinoune aur neech intentions poori tarah jankari thi. Jiya darr ke maare kaanp jati thi. Par wo majboor thi. Agar wo ye baat ja kar Ruhi ko batati, toh Ruhi sabse pehle us par nafrat karti ki usne ye baatein itne din chupayi kyun? Aur dusri taraf, Dhruv uski family aur uski izzat ko bhi tabah kar sakta tha.
Isliye Jiya ne ek alag rasta chuna. Flow with the wind. Usne Dhruv ke samne normal act karna shuru kar diya, jaise wo uske is plan mein uski sath de rahi ho. Wo andar hi andar Dhruv ki har movement, uske hidden, aur uske timing ke baare mein details nikal rahi thi. Jiya apni dost ko bachana chahti thi, par abhi uske paas koi thos plan nahi tha. Uski ye chuppi ek bohot subtle tarike se chal rahi thi, jahan wo Dhruv ke aas paas toh hoti, par apni nazrein hamesha churai rakhti.

London - Harsh Ka Aakhiri Din

Harsh ka aaj London mein aakhiri din tha. Kal subah uski flight thi. Pichle char dino se usne apne dimaag ko hazaron baar control karne ki koshish ki, par ek chiz thi jo use andaro andar khaa rahi thi.
Usne Tushar ko call kiya.

"Mujhe milna hai. Akele. Thames river ke us corner wale park mein aaja jahan zyada bheed nahi hoti." Harsh ki aawaz mein aaj koi ghabrahat nahi, sirf ek kadi, thandi talab thi, sach janne ki talab.

Ek bench par Harsh baitha tha. Thandi hawa patton se takra rahi thi. Tushar dheeme kadmo se aaya aur uske samne aakar khada ho gaya. Uski aankhein aaj bhi jhuki hui thi. Harsh apni jagah se utha. Usne Tushar ke chehre ko gaur se dekha.

"Mujhe aaj sirf aur sirf sach sunna hai Tushar," Harsh ki aawaz poori tarah serious thi. "Us din, tum dono ne wo sab kyun kiya?"

Tushar ka saans lena thoda bhaari ho gaya. Usne thook nigalte hue wahi ghisa pita purana jhooth dohrana shuru kiya, "Main bata chuka hu Bhaiya... humne... main us se pyaar karta tha aur wo mujhse, hum..."

"Kahan hai Srishti?" Harsh ne achanak uski baat kaat kar itni zor se dahaada, ki Tushar apne aap hi do kadam piche hat gaya.

Harsh ke is achanak aur seedhe sawal ne Tushar ko poori tarah terrified kar diya. Tushar ka chehra kaagaz ki tarah safed pad gaya. Uski aankhein khauff se badi ho gayin aur uska poora jism buri tarah kaanpne laga. Wo ek lafz bhi nahi nikal paya.

Harsh ne uski ye ghabrahat aur darr poori tarah padh liya. Uska bada bhai wala aur us aashiq ka dimaag ek sath chalne laga. Kuch toh bohot galat tha.

"Tushar..." Harsh ki aawaz achanak dabi hui, par khatarnak ho gayi. Usne aage badh kar dono hathon se Tushar ka collar poori taqat se pakad liya. "Tune kya kiya hai uske sath? Is she hurt? Tune kuch kiya hai Srishti ko? BOL"

Harsh ne Tushar ko zor se jhinjhoda. Tushar ki palke jhuki, aur uski aankhon se aasuon ka ek selab nikal pada. Wo ghutno ke bal wahi ghaas par gir pada. Harsh ne uski collar nahi chhodi aur wo bhi uske sath zameen par baith gaya.

"Mujhe sach bata Tushar, aaj main tujhe yahan se tab tak jaane nahi dunga jab tak tu apna muh nahi kholta. Srishti kahan hai aur sach kya hai?" Harsh ki aawaz tootne lagi thi.

Tushar ne aakhir kaar apne seene mein dabe us saalon purane raaz, us dard aur us bhayanak sachai ke aage ghutne tek diye. Uski kapkapati hui aawaz ne wo saara sach bayaan karna shuru kar diya...


Ranchi:

Wahan Ranchi mein, mahol bilkul alag, par utna hi bhayanak roop le raha tha.
Raat ka waqt tha. Ranchi ki ek shant aur slightly sunsaan sadak par Dhruv aur Ruhi hath mein hath daale chal rahe the. Dhruv ne aaj ka apna aakhiri pasha fekne ki poori taiyari kar li thi.

Wo chalte chalte achanak ek streetlight ke theek niche ruke. Dhruv ne mud kar Ruhi ke dono hathon ko thaama aur use apne thoda aur kareeb kheencha. Ruhi ne thoda sharmate hue, par ek atoot vishwas ke sath uski aakhon mein dekha.

"Tum mere liye bohot special ho Ruhi. In kuch dino mein, tumne meri poori duniya badal di hai," Dhruv ne ek deep, romantic awaaz mein kaha.

Ruhi ke hothon par ek meethi smile aa gayi. Dhruv ne ahista se apna ek hath Ruhi ke gaal par rakha, uske baalon ko peeche kiya, aur dheere se jhuk kar uske hothon par apne hoth rakh diye. Ye kiss thoda zyada deep, thoda zyada lamba tha. Ruhi ne apni aankhein sukoon aur mohabbat se band kar li thi, aur wo is pal mein poori tarah beh rahi thi.

Lekin is kiss ke theek beech mein, Dhruv ne achanak apni aankhein kholi. Uski aakhon mein na koi pyaar tha, na koi feeling. Wahan sirf ek thandi, shaitaani chhal aur us shikaari ka lalach tha jise apna shikaar completely apne jaal mein fansa hua dikh raha tha.
Dhruv janta tha ki Harsh ki flight kal yahan land karne wali hai. Harsh ke aane se pehle, uski dhaal banne se pehle, usne sab kuch plan kar liya tha. Uske farmhouse par cameras set the. Ruhi emotionally poori tarah uske bediyan pehen chuki thi.


"Sher wapas aa raha hai... par uske aane se pehle, main iski duniya jalane ka poora intezam kar chuka hu." Dhruv ne kiss todte hue Ruhi ko apne gale lagaya aur uske peeth peeche ek neech aur khaufnaak muskaan bikhri. Finale ab yahan se shuru hone wala tha.

Guys yeh update likhna kafi challanging tha mere liye, please like and comments your thoughts below.
 
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That flashback between Ruhi and Tushar was honestly one of the most heartbreaking parts of the entire update, because it showed what they used to be before everything got destroyed. Their bond felt so pure, natural and innocent there. The way Ruhi refused to call him Bhaiya because Harsh Bhaiya ki post already filled hai, was adorable and realistic at the same time 😭.

And Tushar teasing Ruhi, giving her chocolate, playing badminton with her when Harsh was busy. those small moments made their relationship feel real instead of just scripted emotional bonding. That’s exactly why the present hurts so much harder now. Because i can clearly see that Ruhi once trusted and loved Tushar deeply before hatred replaced everything.

The most painful line in that whole flashback was basically the realisation that the same little girl who once laughed with him would later hate even his existence. That hit hard. It adds tragic weight to Tushar’s current loneliness because now i understand what he actually lost. Not just family… but his home, his people, his identity.

And smartly written thing is , you placed this flashback exactly when Ruhi was emotionally drifting away from Harsh and getting closer to Dhruv. So subconsciously, i compare the two bonds
Tushar = someone who genuinely cared for Ruhi once but became a monster because of tragedy
Dhruv = someone pretending to care while secretly planning to destroy her.

Your readers are getting attached to Tushar now (atleast I am) and honestly this update proves why. The coat scene was painful in the best way possible. That one small action said more than 20 emotional dialogues could. A person who truly moved on would never stop his brother like that. Tushar looked completely broken there, almost like he was starving for even 5 minutes of family warmth. When he held Harsh’s coat and said “Please” it no longer felt like just a guilty man stopping his brother. It felt like someone trying to hold onto the last remaining thread of a family he already lost years ago. I held my tears back :cry2:

And the way you connected it with his smoking habit, nervous breakdowns, blood trigger, pills, trembling hands etc… it no longer feels like he’s just evil. It feels like there’s a damaged human hiding under years of guilt, trauma and loneliness. That’s why I am slowly changing sides. Earlier I hated Tushar for what happened in the past, but now seeing his present condition, I genuinely feel bad for him. It feels like he’s already suffering a punishment worse than death.

The best thing about this update is that nobody feels fully black or white anymore. Harsh is broken. Tushar is broken. Ruhi is emotionally vulnerable. Even Jiya is trapped in fear. That grey emotional writing is what makes stories addictive.

Also the London crossing scene was cinematic as hell. The cigarette slipping from Tushar’s mouth, both brothers freezing in the middle of the road, years of pain colliding in silence… bhai that scene literally played like a movie in my head. One of your strongest scenes till now.

The part where Harsh finally grabs Tushar demands the truth was easily one of the most powerful moments in the story so far. You can genuinely feel years of pain, betrayal, confusion, and bottledup emotions exploding at once. And Tushar’s reaction honestly made the scene even more heartbreaking. The way he completely froze, started trembling, and broke down crying instead of defending himself shows how mentally destroyed he already is. That fear and guilt felt extremely natural.

Now it genuinely feels like whatever truth is coming tomorrow is going to completely change the readers perspective on everything that happened between Harsh, Tushar, and Srishti.

And Dhruv… honestly you’ve written him very effectively. Every scene with him creates discomfort. The manipulation feels realistic instead of overdramatic, which makes him more dangerous. Especially how he slowly replaced Harsh emotionally instead of forcing things directly, that was smart writing.

One small suggestion though: sometimes the updates become VERY long and emotionally heavy continuously. You can occasionally add 1-2 lighter breathing moments or shorter transitions so readers don’t get mentally exhausted while reading mega updates. Otherwise pacing is really strong. But for me, it felt absolutely perfect, I love detailed scenes. though some readers might feel differently.

Overall, this genuinely felt like one of your best updates till now. Especially emotionally.
 

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Jab bhi forum pe aata tha achhi story hi padhne ko nahi milti thi lekin iss baar yeh baat galat nikli kyunki this story and writer deserves appreciation.

writer ji aapne bahot achhese story ko develop kiya hai..story ke characters bhi bahot achhese apna role ada kar rahe hai..mai yaha sirf harsh aur ruhi ki baat karunga aur mainly harsh ki kyunki harsh ke character bahot kuchh zela hai..iska sabsa bada reason hai woh bada bhai hai..!

Harsh apne chhote bhai behen se kitna pyaar karta hai yeh bhi bahot achhese darshaya hai..lekin kya woh dono itna pyaar deserve karte hai??
pehle tushar ki baat kare toh yeh banda apne hi bhai ki bandi ko lekar chala gaya bhale iske pichhe koi bhi reason ho lekin tushar galat toh kiya..aur ab akela ji raha hai without family..aur ab woh apna dukhda sunayega aur harsh usse maaf kar dega..jo muze pasand nahi hai..ab tushar ne kya dukh zela hai woh toh hum next update me dekh hi lenge lekin harsh ka usko maaf karna bahot galat hoga kyunki bhaiyon me jo bharosa hota hai wohi toda hai tushar ne aur bichara harsh itne saal se iss dhoke se andar hi andar ghut raha hai..!

ab baat karte hai ruhi ki..pehle muze bahot achha laga tha yeh character lekin woh bhi tushar se kam nahi hai..jis bhai ko itna pyaar karti thi uski baat par vishwas nahi hai lekin kal ke aaye launde par vishwas kar liya isne bhi..aur jab isko bhi realize hoga dhruv ne toh isko dhoka diya hai tab kis muh se harsh ke paas jayegi aut tab bhi harsh isko maaf kar dega toh kya fayda..harsh hi usko bachayega lekin usse jaldi maaf na kare kyunki ruhi ko ehsas hona chahiye ki harsh uske liye kya mayne rakhta hai..tabhi toh harsh aur ruhi me pyaar khilega..pehle ruhi ko ehsas hona chahiye ki uska sachha pyaar toh harsh hai..aur rahi dhruv ki baat toh yeh character sach me ek villain ka role ada kara hai aur woh bhi perfection ke sath..!

bahot hi achhi kahani likh rahe ho bhai..keep writing..mai daily toh reply nahi de paunga lekin pehle me 2-3 months ke gap me story padhta tha toh ab frequently aapki story padhne aaunga aur 2-4 din me padhke reply bhi dunga..bas aap aise hi likhte rahiye..!
 
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Jab bhi forum pe aata tha achhi story hi padhne ko nahi milti thi lekin iss baar yeh baat galat nikli kyunki this story and writer deserves appreciation.

writer ji aapne bahot achhese story ko develop kiya hai..story ke characters bhi bahot achhese apna role ada kar rahe hai..mai yaha sirf harsh aur ruhi ki baat karunga aur mainly harsh ki kyunki harsh ke character bahot kuchh zela hai..iska sabsa bada reason hai woh bada bhai hai..!

Harsh apne chhote bhai behen se kitna pyaar karta hai yeh bhi bahot achhese darshaya hai..lekin kya woh dono itna pyaar deserve karte hai??
pehle tushar ki baat kare toh yeh banda apne hi bhai ki bandi ko lekar chala gaya bhale iske pichhe koi bhi reason ho lekin tushar galat toh kiya..aur ab akela ji raha hai without family..aur ab woh apna dukhda sunayega aur harsh usse maaf kar dega..jo muze pasand nahi hai..ab tushar ne kya dukh zela hai woh toh hum next update me dekh hi lenge lekin harsh ka usko maaf karna bahot galat hoga kyunki bhaiyon me jo bharosa hota hai wohi toda hai tushar ne aur bichara harsh itne saal se iss dhoke se andar hi andar ghut raha hai..!

ab baat karte hai ruhi ki..pehle muze bahot achha laga tha yeh character lekin woh bhi tushar se kam nahi hai..jis bhai ko itna pyaar karti thi uski baat par vishwas nahi hai lekin kal ke aaye launde par vishwas kar liya isne bhi..aur jab isko bhi realize hoga dhruv ne toh isko dhoka diya hai tab kis muh se harsh ke paas jayegi aut tab bhi harsh isko maaf kar dega toh kya fayda..harsh hi usko bachayega lekin usse jaldi maaf na kare kyunki ruhi ko ehsas hona chahiye ki harsh uske liye kya mayne rakhta hai..tabhi toh harsh aur ruhi me pyaar khilega..pehle ruhi ko ehsas hona chahiye ki uska sachha pyaar toh harsh hai..aur rahi dhruv ki baat toh yeh character sach me ek villain ka role ada kara hai aur woh bhi perfection ke sath..!

bahot hi achhi kahani likh rahe ho bhai..keep writing..mai daily toh reply nahi de paunga lekin pehle me 2-3 months ke gap me story padhta tha toh ab frequently aapki story padhne aaunga aur 2-4 din me padhke reply bhi dunga..bas aap aise hi likhte rahiye..!
Sahi bola bro Hr charcter ki apni depth hai
 
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Update 10

MEGA UPDATE

Pichle kuch din Ruhi ke liye bohot hi bhaari aur akelepan se bhare guzre the. Harsh London pahunchne ke baad apne business aur us aag se hue nuksaan ko cover karne ke liye din raat meetings mein fasa hua tha. UK aur India ke time zone ka difference unki baaton ka sabse bada dushman ban gaya tha. Jab Harsh thoda free hota, tab India mein Ruhi classes mein hoti, aur jab Ruhi raat ko jag kar uska intezar karti, tab Harsh kisi client ke meeting mein fasa hota. Unki baat sirf chote mote text messages tak simat kar reh gayi thi.

Ruhi ko aise hi apne bachpan ke kuch din yaad ane lage, jaha Harsh Srishti ke chakkar mai Ruhi se kiye gaye wade bhul jata, aisa hi ek kissa Ruhi ke dimag mein chal raha tha, lekin us yaad mein ek aisa insan tha, jo Ruhi bhulna chahti thi.


Flashback:

Ranchi ke ghar ki chhat par sham ka andhera utar raha tha. Hawa mein halki thandak thi. Pani ki tanki ke paas jawani mein kadam rakha hua Tushar hawa mein chote chote patthar uchhal raha tha. Uske theek bagal mein, 9 saal ki Ruhi ghutnon ke bal baithi, poore gusse mein apne badminton racket ke taar noch rahi thi. Uski dono chotiyaan gusse se hil rahi thi.

"Pata hai Tushar?" Ruhi ne apne chote se hothon ko pout karte hue kaha.

Tushar ne patthar hawa mein uchhalna band kiya aur ek nakli gusse wala look dete hue Ruhi ki taraf muda.

"Tujhe kitni baar samjhaya hai maine?" Tushar ne uski ek choti ko halke se kheenchte hue daanta, "mai tere se bada hu, Kam se kam mujhe bhaiya toh bol liya kar gadhi"

Ruhi ne apna sarr jhatka aur badi dhitai se nak chidhate hue boli, "Bilkul nahi.... Ghar mein pehle se hi ek Bhaiya ki post bhari hui hai, aur wo Harsh Bhaiya ke paas hai. Agar do do Bhaiya ho gaye toh main chillate waqt confuse ho jaungi naa...."

Tushar ne aankhein badi ki, "Toh main kya padosi hu?"

"Nahi!" Ruhi ne apne dono hath hawa mein uchhale aur has padi. "Bhaiya log toh boring hote hain. Wo hamesha daant te hain aur padhne ko bolte hain. Tum toh mere sath chup chap TV par cartoon dekhte ho, meri cycle theek karte ho aur mere partner in crime ho... Tum par Bhaiya tag suit hi nahi karta. Tum mere liye Tushar hi theek ho."

Tushar apni hansi nahi rok paya. Usne haal man te hue apna sarr hilaya. Uska dil Ruhi ki is masoom aur ajeeb si logic par hamesha pighal jata tha.

"Theek hai, theek hai. Ab aage bol, kya pata hai mujhe?" Tushar ne pucha.

Ruhi ne wapas apna shikayaton wala muh banaya. "Harsh Bhaiya ne promise kiya tha ki aaj shaam ko wo mere sath 20 points wala match khelenge. Par pichle do ghante se wo balcony mein phone par chipke hue hain... Srishti tumne khana khaya? Srishti tumhara din kaisa raha?" Ruhi ne Harsh ki aawaz ki bholi si nakal utari.

Tushar ne Ruhi ki baaton mein haan mein haan milana shuru kiya.
"Sahi keh rahi hai tu," Tushar ne ek mazaakiya par chirchiri aawaz mein kaha. "Pata nahi Bhaiya ko usme kya dikhta hai. Na usay theek se Maggie banani aati hai, aur haste waqt uski aawaz kisi gadi ke purane horn jaisi lagti hai."

Ye sunkar Ruhi ki sari narazgi ek second mein ud gayi aur wo khilkhila kar has padi. "Exactly.... Aur wo hamesha aakar Bhaiya ka saara free time kha jati hai. Kal jab main Bhaiya ko apni drawing dikhane gayi, toh Srishti Didi ne unka hath pakad liya aur boli, Harsh, chalo na bahar chalte hain..... Chudail kahin ki" Ruhi ne gusse se apna racket zameen par patka.

Tushar halke se muskuraya. Usne apni jeb se ek Dairy Milk nikali aur Ruhi ki taraf badha di. Ruhi ki aankhein chamak uthin, usne turant chocolate le li.

"Tension mat le, bhalu," Tushar ne Ruhi ki gaal kheench kar kaha. "Bhaiya ka dimaag us Srishti ne kharab kar diya hai. Karne de unhe phone par baatein. Main un dono boring logon ke beech nahi baithne wala. Chal uth, main khelta hu tere sath 20 points wala match. Agar tu jeet gayi, toh kal meri pocket money se tujhe ice cream khilaunga."

Ruhi ki khushi ka thikana nahi raha. Usne chocolate muh mein thusi aur jaldi se apna racket utha liya. "Sachi? Par agar tum haar gaye toh rona mat"

"Main aur harunga? Wo bhi ek piddi bandariya se?" Tushar ne has-te hue apna racket uthaya.

Dono chhat par idhar udhar bhagte hue badminton khelne lage. Unki hansi aur nok jhok se poori chhat goonj rahi thi. Ye unke bachpan ke wo sunehre, aakhiri din the jahan unka sabse bada dukh sirf Harsh ka unhe time na dena tha. Un dono ko us sham is baat ka zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki jis Srishti ki burayi karke wo dono ek dusre ke kareeb aa rahe the, wahi Srishti aane wale waqt mein Tushar ki rooh ko narak mein dhakel degi... aur us toofan ke baad, yahi choti si Ruhi, Tushar ke zinda hone ke wajud par bhi nafrat karne lagegi.

Present:

Ruhi ne apni num aankh saaf kiya aur bass bed par aankhe band kar ke let gayi.

Apne bhai se baat kiye bina Ruhi ka din aam taur par poora nahi hota tha. Uski is emotional vulnerability, is akelepan ka sabse zyada aur sabse sateek fayda Dhruv ne uthaya.

Dhruv ne in pichle kuch dino mein apna game poori tarah badal diya tha. Usne Ruhi par kisi bhi tarah ka dabaav nahi dala. Wo bas uske aas paas ek shant saaye ki tarah maujud rehne laga. College mein jab Ruhi akele baithi hoti, toh Dhruv aakar bina kuch zyada bole uske paas do coffee rakh deta. Jab Ruhi apne akelepan mein Harsh ki bachpan ki baatein ya uski yaadein share karti, toh Dhruv ek bohot hi achhe listener ki tarah uski baatein sunta.

Dhruv ki yahi calculated empathy Ruhi ke dil mein ghar karne lagi. Usne Ruhi ko ye ehsaas dilaya ki use uski baaton se boreiyat nahi hoti, balki use Ruhi ka Harsh ke liye pyaar aur fikar achhi lagti hai. Dhruv aksar kehta, "Main anath hu Ruhi... mere paas koi apna nahi hai. Tumhein apne bhai ki fikar karte dekh, mujhe apne pan ka ehsaas hota hai."

Ye ek aesa emotional masterstroke tha jisne Ruhi ke dil ke bache kuche saare defensive darwaze tod diye the. Use lagne laga tha ki Dhruv ek behad deeply toota hua insaan hai, jise sirf kisi ke sachhe sath ki zarurat hai. Usne Dhruv mein apna ek emotional anchor, ek sahara dhoondh liya tha.

Raat ka waqt tha. Ruhi apne kamre ki bed par ulte lete hue apne phone ki screen ko ghoor rahi thi. Harsh ka Last Seen 4 ghante pehle ka tha. Ek thandi saans chhodte hue usne phone side mein rakh diya aur chhat ko dekhne lagi.

Uski aankhon ke samne Dhruv ka chehra ghoomne laga.
"Kya Dhruv sach mein utna bura hai jitna maine shuru mein samjha tha? Nahi... pichle kuch dino mein jab mere apne bhai ke paas mere liye waqt nahi tha, tab sirf Dhruv tha jisne mujhe akele nahi chhodha. Usne meri har choti badi bakwas suni. Use meri parwah hai."

Ruhi khud se sawal kar rahi thi. "Bhaiya hamesha apni past ki yaadon mein uljhe rehte hain, aur main hamesha unki khushi ki dua karti hu. Par meri khushi ka kya? Kya mujhe hak nahi hai aage badhne ka? Dhruv mujhe samajhta hai. Wo mujhe space deta hai... Toh phir kya galat hai agar main usko ek mauka du?"
Us raat Ruhi ne apne dimaag aur dil ki is ladai mein ek bada faisla le liya.

London - Shaam 6 Baje

London ki sadkon par thethi hui thand aur halki dhundh chhayi hui thi. Harsh ki ek bohot badi aur exhaust karne wali meeting abhi abhi khatam hui thi. Wo apne hotel jane ke liye office building se bahar nikla. Uska dimaag thakan se phat raha tha, par uske dil mein pichle kai dino se ek ajeeb si bechaini uth rahi thi.

Shaan ki wo baat... "Wo SouthBank mein rehta hai."

Harsh ne poori koshish ki thi ki wo us disha mein galti se bhi na dekhe. Par insaan apne dimaag ko toh control kar sakta hai, apne dil ko nahi. Khoon ka rishta ek aesi door hoti hai jise jitna kheecho, wo utni hi zor se wapas aakar lagti hai. Harsh ko subconsciously, akelepan mein, ek umeed thi, kya pata use door se bas ek jhalak mil jaye. Ek jhalak us bhai ki, jise usne apni aakhon ke samne apna ghar chhod kar jaate dekha tha. Ek jhalak apni Us Aashiq ki jisne saream Harsh ka Dil toda tha.

"Camden Town, Sir?" Driver ne Harsh se pucha.

Harsh ne cab ka darwaza kholte kholte achanak apna faisla badla. "No. Take me to SouthBank. Near the Thames river path."

Harsh ki dhadkan achanak fast ho gayi thi. Cab jaise jaise SouthBank ki taraf badh rahi thi, Harsh ki hatheliyon mein paseena aa raha tha. Wahan pahunch kar usne cab chhod di aur paidal Thames nadi ke kinare baney footpath par chalne laga.

London Eye ki roshni paani par pad rahi thi. Thandi hawa uske overcoat ko bhed rahi thi. Harsh ne apne hath pockets mein daal liye aur dheere dheere chalte hue aas paas aate jaate har chehre ko gaur se dekhne laga. Ek pagalpan sa sawar tha uspar.

"Main kya kar raha hu? Kyun dhoondh raha hu use? Agar mil bhi gaya toh kya kahunga? Usne humari zindagi barbaad ki hai... par kya wo theek hoga?" Harsh ke dimaag mein sawaalon ka toofan tha.

Kareeb ek ghante bhatakne ke baad, Harsh buri tarah thak chuka tha. "Main sach mein pagal hu. Itne bade shahar mein bhala koi aese sadak par chalte hue milta hai kya?" usne khud ka mazak udaya. Haar maankar wo ek street crossing ke paas aakar ruk gaya, jahan traffic signal red tha aur logon ki bheed sadak paar karne ka intezar kar rahi thi.

Harsh theek crossing ke is paar khada tha, apne phone mein cab book karne ke liye screen dekh raha tha.
Traffic ruka aur logo ne sadak paar karni shuru ki. Harsh ne phone jeb mein dala aur sadak cross karne ke liye aage badha. Theek uske opposite side se, logon ki bheed ke beech, ek ladka aage badh raha tha.
Us ladke ne ek thick black jacket pehni hui thi, uske collar khade the. Uske muh mein ek jalti hui cigarette thi, jiska dhuan thandi hawa mein ud raha tha. Uski chaal mein ek beparwahi thi aur uska chehra bilkul sapat, cold aur unbothered tha.

Bheed beech sadak par ek dusre ko cross kar rahi thi. Harsh apni soch mein dooba aage chal raha tha, aur wo black jacket wala ladka theek uske samne ki taraf se aa raha tha.

Achanak, chalte chalte us ladke ki nazar samne se aate hue us overcoat wale insaan par padi.
Uske kadam theek zameen par jam gaye. Uske hothon ke beech dabi hui cigarette achanak theethak gayi.

Harsh, jo niche zameen par dekhte hue chal raha tha, use achanak mehsus hua ki samne se aa raha ek shakhs bilkul uske raste mein rukk gaya hai. Harsh ne irritated hokar apna sarr upar uthaya.

Dono ek dusre se theek paanch kadam ki doori par, sadak ke bilkul beechon beech khade the.
Harsh ki aakhein hairani, darr aur ek bhayanak shock se phati ki phati reh gayin. Uski saansein jaise gale mein hi atak gayin. Uska dil itni zor se dhadka ki uski aawaz use apne kano mein sunayi dene lagi.

Uss black jacket wale ladke ki nigahein seedhi Harsh ki nigahon se ja takraai. Wo chehra jispar ab kuch naye zakhm ke nishaan the, wo aakhein jisme pehle kabhi pyaar tha aur ab sirf ek shamsaan si khamoshi thi.

Tushar aur Harsh. Saalon baad. London ki us beech sadak par. Un dono ki aakhein ek dusre se aise ja mili, jaise waqt usi ek lamhe mein hamesha ke liye theher gaya ho.

Ranchi.

Agle din shaam ko, Ruhi ne khud Dhruv ko message karke milne ke liye bulaya. Ranchi ki ek shant pahadi ke paas bana ek open air cafe, jahan se dhalta hua suraj aur poore shahar ki lights ka nazara behad khoobsurat lag raha tha. Hawa mein ek halki si thand thi.

Dono aamne-samne baithe the. Dhruv ne apni aadat ke mutabik bohot hi innocent aur caring look pehna hua tha.
"Tumne achanak yahan bulaya? Sab theek toh hai na Ruhi?" Dhruv ne softly pucha.

Ruhi ne coffee ka mug apne dono hathon mein pakad kar halke se muskurate hue dhalte suraj ko dekha.

"Pata hai Dhruv, ye dhalta suraj kitna ajeeb hota hai," Ruhi ne ek metaphorical andaz mein baat shuru ki. "Ye andhera lekar aata hai, par uske sath ek sukoon bhi deta hai. Mujhe hamesha se andhere se darr lagta tha, kyunki andhere mein insaan akela feel karta hai. Jabse Bhaiya gaye hain, mujhe apne andar wahi ajeeb sa andhera wapis feel ho raha tha..."

Ruhi ne nazrein ghumakar Dhruv ki aankhon mein seedha dekha, "Lekin phir tum aaye. Tumne us andhere mein ek dost ka, ek sahare ka kaam kiya. Tum mere sath wahan khade rahe jahan mujhe kisi ki sabse zyada zarurat thi."

Dhruv ne apna hath aage badha kar Ruhi ke hath ko halke se chua, "Main hamesha tumhare sath hu Ruhi. Tumhe akele andhere se darne ki zarurat nahi hai."

Ruhi ki dhadkan thodi tez hui. Usne apni poori himmat jutayi aur ek bohot hi bold aur dil se nikla hua faisla uske samne rakh diya.

"Toh kya tum sirf dost ban kar sath rahoge? Ya... tum us andhere mein mera poora sath nibhane ke liye tayar ho?"

Dhruv thoda chaunka. Uski acting bilkul spot-on thi, "Ruhi... tumhara matlab...?"

Ruhi ne finally apne dil ki baat keh di, "Main is akelepan se thak chuki hu, Dhruv. I want to give it a try.... Kya tum mere sath is relationship mein aage badhna chahoge?"

Dhruv ke andar jaise hazaron shaitaan ek sath jashn mana rahe the. Uski saazish, uska wo neech plan, bina kisi mehnat ke uske kadmon mein aakar gir gaya tha. Par usne apne chehre par aesi khushi aur emotional bholepan ki chamak dikhayi jaise use duniya ki sabse keemti cheez mil gayi ho.

"Ruhi... tum sach keh rahi ho?" Dhruv ki aawaz mein ek fake kapkapahat thi. "Main... mere paas toh shabd hi nahi hain. Tumne ek anath ko uski poori duniya de di."

Dhruv apni jagah se utha aur aakar Ruhi ke bagal wali chair par baith gaya. Usne Ruhi ke dono hathon ko apne hathon mein thaam liya. Ruhi ke chehre par ek masoom, blushing si smile thi. Dhruv ne dheere se aage jhuk kar uske maathe par ek behad naram aur lamba kiss kar diya.

Ruhi ne sukoon se apni aankhein band kar li aur apna sarr Dhruv ke kandhe par rakh diya. Hawa mein ek ajeeb si romance aur soft warmth ghol gayi thi. Par Ruhi ki band aankhon se door, Dhruv ki aankhein khuli thi aur unme ek aisi bhayanak, ghatiya aur darawani chamak thi jo us khoobsurat shaam ko aane wale kisi khaufnaak toofan mein badalne ki taiyari kar rahi thi. Shikaar poori tarah se jaal mein fans chuka tha.


London

London ki us bhari sadak ke beechon beech, jahan traffic aur anjaan logon ki bheed ek dusre ko tezi se cross kar rahi thi, wahan waqt jaise jam sa gaya tha.
Harsh aur Tushar. Dono bhai ek dusre se theek paanch kadam ki doori par khade the. Tushar ke hothon ke beech dabi hui cigarette achanak chhut kar zameen par gir gayi. Uske hath kaanpne lage. Palke jhapakna jaise wo bhool gaya tha. Harsh ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin, par uske andar ka toofan uske sapat chehre ke piche chhipne ki poori koshish kar raha tha. Wo khud ko bikharne nahi de sakta tha.

Harsh ne ek lambi, kaanpti hui saans li. Usne apni mutthi bhenchi, aur apne dimaag ko zabardasti shant kiya. Wo aage badha.

"Kaise ho Tushar?" Harsh ki aawaz mein ek ajeeb si thandak thi, jaise wo kisi purane dost se ek arse baad sadak par takra gaya ho.

Tushar ka poora jism kaanp raha tha. Wo apne sage bade bhai ko saalon baad yahan, London ki is sadak par dekhega, iski usne sapne mein bhi ummeed nahi ki thi.
"Bh... Bhaiya... aap? Yahan...?" Tushar ki aawaz buri tarah ladkhada rahi thi.

"Haan..... ek....... deal ke silsile mein aaya tha. Bas ghoom raha tha," Harsh ne bilkul casual banne ka natak kiya, halanki uska dil seene se bahar aane ko ho raha tha. "Kya kar rahe ho aajkal yahan?"

"Main... main ek logistics company mein... Supervisor hu," Tushar ne zameen ki taraf dekhte hue dabi aawaz mein kaha. Uski himmat nahi thi ki wo Harsh ki aankhon mein dekh sake.

Harsh ne halke se sar hilaya. Ek bhari chuppi chha gayi.
"Achha... main chalta hu. Late ho raha hai," Harsh ne apna rasta badalne ke liye kadam uthaya. Uska dil wahan rukne ki gawahi nahi de raha tha.

"Bhaiya" Tushar achanak aage badha aur piche se usne Harsh ka overcoat pakad liya. "Please..."

Harsh ruka, par piche nahi muda. Tushar saalon se is akelepan mein ghut ghut kar jee raha tha. Aaj apne khandan, apne bhai ko samne dekh kar uski wo loneliness uska gala ghont rahi thi. "Mera... mera apartment yahi pass mein hai. Paanch minute door. Agar aap.......? Please."

Harsh ne apni aankhein band ki. Uske dimaag ne kaha 'Nahi', par uske dil mein achanak ek umeed jaagi. Srishti. Kya wo wahin hogi? Kaisi dikhti hogi ab? Kya wo khush hai?

"Theek hai," Harsh ne aahista se kaha.

Tushar ka apartment ek choti, seelan bhari building ke teesre floor par tha. Jaise hi Tushar ne lock khol kar darwaza push kiya, Harsh andar dakhil hua.
Kamra behad chota, bikhra hua aur andhera tha. Ek ajeeb si baasi mehek wahan bhari thi. Harsh ki aankhein bechaini se poore kamre mein ghoom rahi thi. Wo ek ladki ki maujudgi ke nishaan dhoondh raha tha, kisi ladki ke kapde, joote, dressing table, ya kam se kam un dono ki koi ek tasveer. Par wahan kuch nahi tha. Pura apartment bilkul ek akele, toote hue mard ka thikana lag raha tha.

Harsh ke gale mein ek kanta sa chubhne laga. 'Kahan hogi Srishti? Kya wo apne kaam par hai? Ya... kahin baahar gayi hai?' Harsh poochana chahta tha, par uske hoth sil gaye the. Uska ego aur uska dard dono use Srishti ka naam lene se rok rahe the.

"Baithiye Bhaiya," Tushar ne ek purani si chair saaf karte hue kaha.

Harsh chupchap baith gaya. Uski nazar samne center table par padi, jo cigarette ke tukdon se poori tarah bhari hui thi. Wahan darjanon cigarettes ki raakh thi.
Harsh ke andar ka gussa uske bade bhai wale protective instinct ke aage chota pad gaya.

"Kab se peene laga tu ye sab?" Harsh ne ek dabi hui, par sakht aawaz mein pucha. "Tujhe toh in sab cheezon ki aadat nahi thi na?"

Tushar ek pal ke liye ghabra gaya. Wo wahi theethak kar khada reh gaya. Uske chehre par darr saaf dikh raha tha. "B... bas yahan aane ke kuch waqt baad se... aadat pad gayi."

Harsh ne uski taraf gaur se dekha. Tushar ke chehre par kuch gehre, purane nishaan the, uski skin rough thi, aur uski aankhon mein behad khauff aur udaasi thi. Par Harsh ne is waqt aur kuch puchna theek nahi samjha. Yahan ka mahol uski saans ghont raha tha.

Harsh achanak apni jagah se uth khada hua. "Mujhe nikalna chahiye. Meri meeting hai subah."

Tushar ne niraash hokar sar jhukaya, "Ji Bhaiya."

Harsh darwaze tak gaya. Wo mud kar sach mein poochna chahta tha ki Srishti aakhir hai kahan. Par usne baat badal di.

"Apna phone number de mujhe," Harsh ne apna phone nikalte hue kaha.

Tushar ne jaldi se apna number bata diya. Harsh ne number save kiya, aur bina ek shabd kahe us andhere kamre se baahar nikal gaya.

Jaise hi Harsh us building se baahar aakar khada hua, uski saansein achanak ukhadne lagin. Uski aankhon ke samne andhera chhane laga. Ye ek Panic Attack tha. Saalon ki wo yaadein, wo dard, wo khaalipan aur Tushar ko us haalat mein dekhne ka sadma... sab uske seene par ek pathar ki tarah baith gaya.

Harsh lag bhag ladkhadata hua ek deewar ke sahare khada hua. Uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi. Usne kaanpte hathon se apna phone nikala. Is waqt, is tooti hui halat mein, use sirf apni us ek lauti jaan ki aawaz sunni thi jo uske har dard ki dawa thi. Usne jaldi se Ruhi ka number dial kiya.

Ring... Ring... Ring...
"Come on Ruhi... please pick up," Harsh bheegi aankhon se badbadaya.

"The number you are calling is currently not answering."

Harsh ka dil aur baith gaya. Usne ek baar aur try kiya, par koi jawab nahi. Aakhir mein, usne apni maa ko call lagaya.

Call uthte hi Neha ki aawaz aayi, "Harsh? Kya hua beta? Sab theek toh hai, is waqt call kiya?"

Harsh ne apne ansuon ko wahi roka, apna gala saaf kiya aur jaise-taise ek jhoothi shanti wali aawaz banayi. "Kuch nahi Maa. Bas theek se neend nahi aa rahi thi... tum sabki bohot yaad aa rahi thi."

Neha ne pyaar se uski thodi himmat badhayi, aur kuch der baat karke phone rakh diya. Harsh us anjaan sadak par wahin footpath par baith gaya aur ghutno mein sar dekar rone laga. Akelepan aur apno ke dhokhe ne use poori tarah tod diya tha.

Wahan India mein, Ranchi ke ek behad khubsurat aur expensive restaurant mein, Ruhi apne phone ki bajti hui screen ko ghoor rahi thi. Screen par "Bhaiya Calling" likha tha. Uske theek samne table par Dhruv baitha tha, jo use hi dekh raha tha.

"Bhaiya ka call hai?" Dhruv ne ek gentle, par manipulating aawaz mein pucha.

Ruhi ne Dhruv ki aankhon mein dekha. Us waqt, us romantic aur soft dim lighting mein, usne apne naye boyfriend ko chunna zyada theek samjha. "Haan... par main unhe kal baat karke explain kar dungi. Right now, main tumhare sath hu, so....."

Ruhi ne phone ka volume silent kiya aur use ulta karke table par rakh diya. Ye uski zindagi mein pehli baar tha jab usne Harsh ke call ko kisi aur ke liye ignore kiya tha.

Dhruv ke chehre par ek aesi smile aayi jo bahar se mithi aur andar se kisi shaitaan ki tarah zehreeli thi. Usne aage badh kar Ruhi ka haath apne hathon mein thaam liya.

"Tum bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho aaj Ruhi," Dhruv ne uski aakhon mein dekhte hue dheeme se kaha.

Ruhi thodi blush karne lagi. Dhruv ne apne anguthe se Ruhi ke haath ko halke se sehlaya. Unke beech ek naye couple wali soft intimacy aur ek romantic tension ban rahi thi. Dhruv jaan boojh kar aese touch aur eye contact ka istemal kar raha tha jisse Ruhi physically aur emotionally dono tarah se us par dependent ho jaye. Un dono ne wahan aaram se khana khaya, hanse, aur us romantic akelepan mein ek dusre ke aur bhi kareeb aate gaye. Par Ruhi anjaan thi ki ye kareebi uski ijjat ki chita jalane ke liye banayi ja rahi hai.


Kuch din guzar gaye. In dino mein Harsh aur Ruhi ki aapas mein phone par baat hui, par unki conversation mein ek deewar aa chuki thi. Dono ne ek dusre se sabse bade raaz chupa rakhe the. Harsh ne Ruhi ko ek baar bhi nahi bataya ki uski Tushar se mulakat hui hai. Aur Ruhi ne Harsh se apna aur Dhruv ka dating aur us raat wala romantic dinner poori tarah se chhupa kar rakha. Jhooth aur secrets ab us bhai behen ke ristey mein zeher gholne lage the.

Wahin Jiya ki halat din badin kharab hoti ja rahi thi. Use Dhruv ke asli ghinoune aur neech intentions poori tarah jankari thi. Jiya darr ke maare kaanp jati thi. Par wo majboor thi. Agar wo ye baat ja kar Ruhi ko batati, toh Ruhi sabse pehle us par nafrat karti ki usne ye baatein itne din chupayi kyun? Aur dusri taraf, Dhruv uski family aur uski izzat ko bhi tabah kar sakta tha.
Isliye Jiya ne ek alag rasta chuna. Flow with the wind. Usne Dhruv ke samne normal act karna shuru kar diya, jaise wo uske is plan mein uski sath de rahi ho. Wo andar hi andar Dhruv ki har movement, uske hidden, aur uske timing ke baare mein details nikal rahi thi. Jiya apni dost ko bachana chahti thi, par abhi uske paas koi thos plan nahi tha. Uski ye chuppi ek bohot subtle tarike se chal rahi thi, jahan wo Dhruv ke aas paas toh hoti, par apni nazrein hamesha churai rakhti.

London - Harsh Ka Aakhiri Din

Harsh ka aaj London mein aakhiri din tha. Kal subah uski flight thi. Pichle char dino se usne apne dimaag ko hazaron baar control karne ki koshish ki, par ek chiz thi jo use andaro andar khaa rahi thi.
Usne Tushar ko call kiya.

"Mujhe milna hai. Akele. Thames river ke us corner wale park mein aaja jahan zyada bheed nahi hoti." Harsh ki aawaz mein aaj koi ghabrahat nahi, sirf ek kadi, thandi talab thi, sach janne ki talab.

Ek bench par Harsh baitha tha. Thandi hawa patton se takra rahi thi. Tushar dheeme kadmo se aaya aur uske samne aakar khada ho gaya. Uski aankhein aaj bhi jhuki hui thi. Harsh apni jagah se utha. Usne Tushar ke chehre ko gaur se dekha.

"Mujhe aaj sirf aur sirf sach sunna hai Tushar," Harsh ki aawaz poori tarah serious thi. "Us din, tum dono ne wo sab kyun kiya?"

Tushar ka saans lena thoda bhaari ho gaya. Usne thook nigalte hue wahi ghisa pita purana jhooth dohrana shuru kiya, "Main bata chuka hu Bhaiya... humne... main us se pyaar karta tha aur wo mujhse, hum..."

"Kahan hai Srishti?" Harsh ne achanak uski baat kaat kar itni zor se dahaada, ki Tushar apne aap hi do kadam piche hat gaya.

Harsh ke is achanak aur seedhe sawal ne Tushar ko poori tarah terrified kar diya. Tushar ka chehra kaagaz ki tarah safed pad gaya. Uski aankhein khauff se badi ho gayin aur uska poora jism buri tarah kaanpne laga. Wo ek lafz bhi nahi nikal paya.

Harsh ne uski ye ghabrahat aur darr poori tarah padh liya. Uska bada bhai wala aur us aashiq ka dimaag ek sath chalne laga. Kuch toh bohot galat tha.

"Tushar..." Harsh ki aawaz achanak dabi hui, par khatarnak ho gayi. Usne aage badh kar dono hathon se Tushar ka collar poori taqat se pakad liya. "Tune kya kiya hai uske sath? Is she hurt? Tune kuch kiya hai Srishti ko? BOL"

Harsh ne Tushar ko zor se jhinjhoda. Tushar ki palke jhuki, aur uski aankhon se aasuon ka ek selab nikal pada. Wo ghutno ke bal wahi ghaas par gir pada. Harsh ne uski collar nahi chhodi aur wo bhi uske sath zameen par baith gaya.

"Mujhe sach bata Tushar, aaj main tujhe yahan se tab tak jaane nahi dunga jab tak tu apna muh nahi kholta. Srishti kahan hai aur sach kya hai?" Harsh ki aawaz tootne lagi thi.

Tushar ne aakhir kaar apne seene mein dabe us saalon purane raaz, us dard aur us bhayanak sachai ke aage ghutne tek diye. Uski kapkapati hui aawaz ne wo saara sach bayaan karna shuru kar diya...


Ranchi:

Wahan Ranchi mein, mahol bilkul alag, par utna hi bhayanak roop le raha tha.
Raat ka waqt tha. Ranchi ki ek shant aur slightly sunsaan sadak par Dhruv aur Ruhi hath mein hath daale chal rahe the. Dhruv ne aaj ka apna aakhiri pasha fekne ki poori taiyari kar li thi.

Wo chalte chalte achanak ek streetlight ke theek niche ruke. Dhruv ne mud kar Ruhi ke dono hathon ko thaama aur use apne thoda aur kareeb kheencha. Ruhi ne thoda sharmate hue, par ek atoot vishwas ke sath uski aakhon mein dekha.

"Tum mere liye bohot special ho Ruhi. In kuch dino mein, tumne meri poori duniya badal di hai," Dhruv ne ek deep, romantic awaaz mein kaha.

Ruhi ke hothon par ek meethi smile aa gayi. Dhruv ne ahista se apna ek hath Ruhi ke gaal par rakha, uske baalon ko peeche kiya, aur dheere se jhuk kar uske hothon par apne hoth rakh diye. Ye kiss thoda zyada deep, thoda zyada lamba tha. Ruhi ne apni aankhein sukoon aur mohabbat se band kar li thi, aur wo is pal mein poori tarah beh rahi thi.

Lekin is kiss ke theek beech mein, Dhruv ne achanak apni aankhein kholi. Uski aakhon mein na koi pyaar tha, na koi feeling. Wahan sirf ek thandi, shaitaani chhal aur us shikaari ka lalach tha jise apna shikaar completely apne jaal mein fansa hua dikh raha tha.
Dhruv janta tha ki Harsh ki flight kal yahan land karne wali hai. Harsh ke aane se pehle, uski dhaal banne se pehle, usne sab kuch plan kar liya tha. Uske farmhouse par cameras set the. Ruhi emotionally poori tarah uske bediyan pehen chuki thi.


"Sher wapas aa raha hai... par uske aane se pehle, main iski duniya jalane ka poora intezam kar chuka hu." Dhruv ne kiss todte hue Ruhi ko apne gale lagaya aur uske peeth peeche ek neech aur khaufnaak muskaan bikhri. Finale ab yahan se shuru hone wala tha.

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