Raat ka waqt tha. Barish halki halki ho rahi thi. Road par street lights ki roshni pani me chamak rahi thi.
Aisha bus stop par khadi thi. Uske haath me ek purani si diary thi jisme wo aksar apne dil ki baatein likhti thi. Uski aankhon me thakan bhi thi aur sapne bhi.
Aisha ek simple si ladki thi. Zindagi ne use zyada khushiyan nahi di thi. Uske paas na zyada paise the aur na koi bada support. Lekin uske paas ek cheez thi — uska dil, jo bohot saaf tha.
Wo aksar sochti thi:
"Kya kabhi koi hoga jo mujhe samjhega? Jo mere dil ki khamoshi ko bhi sun lega?"
Usne diary kholi aur likha:
"Kabhi kabhi lagta hai meri zindagi me sirf tanhai hi hai. Shayad meri kismat me mohabbat nahi."
Tabhi ek car uske paas rukti hai. Car ka door khulta hai aur ek ladka bahar aata hai.
Uska naam Armaan tha.
Armaan tall, handsome aur confident tha. Uski aankhon me ek ajeeb si gehrai thi. Wo kisi film hero jaisa lag raha tha.
Usne Aisha ko dekha aur bola:
"Excuse me... tum theek ho? Barish me kyun khadi ho?"
Aisha thodi ghabra gayi.
"Bus ka wait kar rahi hoon."
Armaan ne aas paas dekha.
"Is waqt bus shayad hi aaye. Agar tum chaho to main drop kar sakta hoon."
Aisha ne turant mana kar diya.
"Nahi... theek hai. Main wait kar lungi."
Armaan halka sa muskura diya.
"Trust nahi hai mujh par?"
Aisha ne uski taraf dekha.
"Pehchanti bhi nahi hoon aapko."
Armaan hans pada.
"Valid point."
Kuch seconds dono chup rahe. Sirf barish ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Phir Armaan ne kaha:
"Waise mera naam Armaan hai."
Aisha ne dheere se kaha:
"Aisha."
Armaan ne haath badhaya.
"Nice to meet you, Aisha."
Aisha ne haath nahi milaya. Sirf halka sa smile kiya.
Armaan ko uski simplicity achhi lagi.
Wo ladki bilkul alag thi. Na attitude, na fake smile.
Tabhi achanak tez hawa chalti hai aur Aisha ki diary gir jaati hai. Pages hawa me udne lagte hain.
Armaan turant pages pakadne lagta hai.
Ek page uske haath me aata hai jisme likha hota hai:
"Mujhe kisi se mohabbat nahi chahiye. Mujhe sirf koi chahiye jo mujhe samjhe."
Armaan kuch seconds us line ko dekhta rehta hai.
Uski aankhon me ek ajeeb si feeling aati hai.
Wo diary Aisha ko wapas deta hai.
"Beautiful lines."
Aisha sharma jaati hai.
"Bas aise hi likh leti hoon."
Armaan bolta hai:
"Tum writer ho?"
Aisha halka sa hans kar bolti hai:
"Nahi... bas dil halka karne ke liye likhti hoon."
Armaan usse dekhta rehta hai.
Usse lagta hai jaise wo ladki bahut kuch chupa rahi hai.
Tabhi finally bus aa jaati hai.
Aisha bus me chadhne lagti hai.
Armaan piche se bolta hai:
"Aisha!"
Wo mud kar dekhti hai.
Armaan kehta hai:
"Mujhe lagta hai hum phir milenge."
Aisha halki si smile deti hai.
"Kismat ne chaha to."
Bus chal padti hai.
Armaan wahi khada rehta hai.
Uske dil me ek ajeeb sa ehsaas hota hai.
Wo dheere se khud se kehta hai:
"Yeh ladki alag hai."
Do din baad
Aisha library me baithi thi.
Uske samne books padi thi lekin wo padh nahi rahi thi. Wo diary me kuch likh rahi thi.
Tabhi ek awaaz aati hai:
"Phir se diary?"
Aisha surprise ho kar upar dekhti hai.
Wo Armaan tha.
Aisha hairan reh jaati hai.
"Aap?"
Armaan chair par baith jata hai.
"Maine kaha tha na... hum phir milenge."
Aisha thoda confuse ho jaati hai.
"Aap yahan?"
Armaan bolta hai:
"Main yahan ka regular visitor hoon."
Phir wo muskurata hai.
"Lekin tumhari wajah se aaj aaya hoon."
Aisha ka dil thoda fast beat karne lagta hai.
Usse samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kya bole.
Armaan uski diary ki taraf dekh kar kehta hai:
"Kya likh rahi ho?"
Aisha diary band kar deti hai.
"Secret."
Armaan hans padta hai.
"Acha... to mujhe bhi nahi bataogi?"
Aisha kehti hai:
"Nahi."
Armaan usse dekh kar kehta hai:
"Tum bahut mysterious ho."
Aisha smile kar deti hai.
Phir kuch seconds dono chup rehte hain.
Phir Armaan slowly kehta hai:
"Aisha… kya hum dost ban sakte hain?"
Aisha uski aankhon me dekhti hai.
Uski aankhon me sachai lag rahi thi.
Lekin Aisha ke dil me ek darr tha.
Wo dheere se kehti hai:
"Mujhe dosti karne se darr lagta hai."
Armaan hairan ho jata hai.
"Darr? Kyun?"
Aisha dheere se bolti hai:
"Kyunki jab log chhod kar jaate hain na… to bohot dard hota hai."
Armaan kuch seconds chup rehta hai.
Phir wo softly kehta hai:
"Main nahi jaunga."
Aisha uski taraf dekhti hai.
Uske dil me ek chhoti si umeed jagti hai.
Lekin use nahi pata tha…
Ki yahi dosti ek din uski zindagi ki sabse badi mohabbat banne wali hai.
Library ki khamoshi me sirf pages palatne ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Aisha aur Armaan ek dusre ke saamne baithe the.
Aisha diary ko haath me pakad kar soch rahi thi. Usse samajh nahi aa raha tha ki Armaan par trust kare ya nahi.
Armaan uski taraf dekh kar muskura raha tha.
"Abhi bhi soch rahi ho?"
Aisha ne pucha, "Kya?"
Armaan hans kar bola, "Mujhe dost banana hai ya nahi."
Aisha ne halki si smile ki.
"Tum bohot ajeeb ho."
Armaan ne eyebrow uthayi.
"Ajeeb? Wo kaise?"
Aisha boli, "Aaj kal log pehle dosti nahi karte… seedha fake attitude dikhate hain."
Armaan halka sa hans pada.
"To matlab main normal hoon?"
Aisha ne dheere se kaha, "Shayad."
Phir kuch seconds dono chup ho gaye.
Aakhir Aisha ne haath badhaya.
"Friends."
Armaan ke face par ek bright smile aa gayi.
Usne bhi haath milaya.
"Friends."
Us din ke baad Aisha aur Armaan aksar library me milne lage.
Kabhi books ki baat karte, kabhi life ki.
Aisha ko pehli baar laga ki koi uski baat sach me sun raha hai.
Ek din Armaan ne pucha:
"Aisha, tum hamesha diary me likhti rehti ho. Kabhi novel likhne ka socha?"
Aisha hairan ho gayi.
"Novel?"
"Haan."
Aisha ne thoda socha.
"Main writer nahi hoon."
Armaan ne serious tone me kaha:
"Tum ho."
Aisha ne pucha, "Kaise?"
Armaan bola:
"Jo dil se likhta hai… wahi asli writer hota hai."
Aisha ke dil ko uski baat choo gayi.
Us raat Aisha ghar jaakar diary me likhne lagi:
"Aaj kisi ne mujhe writer kaha. Pata nahi kyun, lekin uski baat par yakeen karne ka dil kar raha hai."
Din guzarte gaye.
Aisha aur Armaan ki dosti aur gehri ho gayi.
Wo kabhi park me walk karte, kabhi chai peene chale jaate.
Armaan hamesha Aisha ko hasane ki koshish karta.
Aur dheere dheere…
Aisha ko uski aadat si ho gayi.
Ek shaam dono park me baithe the. Sunset ho raha tha.
Aisha aasman ko dekh kar boli:
"Mujhe sunsets bohot pasand hain."
Armaan ne pucha, "Kyun?"
Aisha ne kaha:
"Kyunki sunset ek promise hota hai… ki kal phir se sunrise hoga."
Armaan uski taraf dekh kar muskuraya.
"Tum bohot alag ho."
Aisha ne pucha, "Kaise?"
Armaan bola:
"Aaj kal log sirf khud ke bare me sochte hain… tum duniya ko feel karti ho."
Aisha kuch nahi boli.
Usne bas halka sa smile kiya.
Tabhi Armaan ka phone ring hota hai.
Wo call receive karta hai.
Uska face suddenly serious ho jata hai.
"Ji… main aa raha hoon."
Call cut karne ke baad Aisha puchti hai:
"Sab theek hai?"
Armaan thoda nervous lag raha tha.
"Haan… bas office ka kaam hai."
Aisha ne sir hilaya.
"Theek hai."
Armaan khada ho gaya.
"Mujhe jaana hoga."
Aisha bhi khadi ho gayi.
"Okay."
Armaan kuch seconds usse dekhta raha.
Phir bola:
"Aisha… ek baat kahun?"
Aisha ne pucha, "Kya?"
Armaan ne halka sa smile kiya.
"Tum meri life me aane wali sabse achhi cheez ho."
Aisha ka dil ek second ke liye ruk sa gaya.
Usse samajh nahi aa raha tha kya bole.
Armaan ne bye kaha aur chala gaya.
Us raat Aisha so nahi paayi.
Uske dimaag me sirf Armaan ki baat ghoom rahi thi.
"Tum meri life me aane wali sabse achhi cheez ho."
Aisha ne diary kholi aur likha:
"Mujhe darr lag raha hai. Kahin main Armaan se mohabbat to nahi kar rahi?"
Lekin Aisha ko ek baat nahi pata thi…
Armaan bhi usse mohabbat karne laga tha.
Lekin Armaan ke paas ek raaz tha.
Ek aisa raaz jo agar Aisha ko pata chalta…
To shayad wo usse hamesha ke liye chhod deti.
Agli subah Aisha jaldi uth gayi. Usne raat bhar zyada neend nahi li thi. Uske dimaag me sirf Armaan ki baatein chal rahi thi.
Wo mirror ke saamne khadi hui aur dheere se khud se boli:
"Shayad main usse pasand karne lagi hoon…"
Ye baat soch kar hi uska dil tez dhadakne laga.
Aisha ko pyaar se hamesha darr lagta tha. Usne apni life me bohot logon ko aate aur jaate dekha tha.
Isliye wo kisi par jaldi trust nahi karti thi.
Lekin Armaan alag tha.
Wo uski baat sunta tha… usse respect karta tha… aur usse kabhi akela feel nahi hone deta tha.
Us din Aisha library pahunchi.
Lekin Armaan wahan nahi tha.
Aisha ne socha shayad wo late hoga.
Wo wait karne lagi.
1 ghanta guzra… phir 2 ghante…
Lekin Armaan nahi aaya.
Aisha thodi upset ho gayi.
Usne socha:
"Shayad busy hoga."
Agle din bhi Aisha library gayi.
Lekin Armaan phir nahi aaya.
Ab Aisha ko thoda tension hone laga.
Teen din baad finally Armaan library me aaya.
Lekin uska face thoda udaas lag raha tha.
Aisha turant uske paas gayi.
"Armaan! Tum teen din se kahan the?"
Armaan ne halki si smile ki.
"Bas… kuch kaam tha."
Aisha ne gusse me kaha:
"Ek message to kar sakte the."
Armaan ne aankhen jhuka li.
"Sorry."
Aisha thodi shaant ho gayi.
Phir usne pucha:
"Sab theek hai na?"
Armaan kuch seconds chup raha.
Jaise wo kuch soch raha ho.
Phir wo bola:
"Aisha… mujhe tumse ek important baat karni hai."
Aisha serious ho gayi.
"Kya baat?"
Armaan ne gehri saans li.
"Aisha… meri life utni simple nahi hai jitni tum samajhti ho."
Aisha confuse ho gayi.
"Matlab?"
Armaan dheere se bola:
"Meri ek engagement ho chuki hai."
Ye sunte hi Aisha ka dil toot gaya.
Usne shock me Armaan ko dekha.
"Kya?"
Armaan ne aankhen jhuka kar kaha:
"Meri family ne bachpan me hi meri engagement fix kar di thi."
Aisha kuch seconds tak kuch bol hi nahi paayi.
Uski aankhon me aansu aa gaye.
"Tumne mujhe pehle kyun nahi bataya?"
Armaan ki awaaz me guilt tha.
"Kyunki… jab main tumse mila… mujhe laga main sab bhool sakta hoon."
Aisha ke aansu girne lage.
"Tumne mujhe jhoot bola."
Armaan turant bola:
"Nahi Aisha… maine jhoot nahi bola. Bas sach nahi bataya."
Aisha ne gusse aur dard me kaha:
"Ye bhi jhoot hi hota hai."
Dono ke beech khamoshi chha gayi.
Armaan dheere se bola:
"Lekin ek sach aur hai."
Aisha ne aansuon ke saath pucha:
"Kya?"
Armaan ne uski aankhon me dekh kar kaha:
"Main tumse mohabbat karta hoon."
Ye sunte hi Aisha ka dil aur toot gaya.
Usne dheere se kaha:
"Phir bhi tum kisi aur se shaadi karoge."
Armaan chup ho gaya.
Uske paas iska jawab nahi tha.
Aisha ne apni diary uthai aur bag me rakh li.
Phir wo boli:
"Armaan… tum meri life me aaye… aur mujhe phir se mohabbat par believe karaya."
Uski awaaz toot rahi thi.
"Lekin shayad meri kismat me phir se tanhai hi hai."
Armaan ne uska haath pakadne ki koshish ki.
Lekin Aisha ne haath hata liya.
"Please… mujhe jaane do."
Aisha library se bahar chali gayi.
Armaan wahi khada reh gaya.
Usse pehli baar realize hua…
Ki usne us ladki ko hurt kiya hai jo uski life ki sabse important insaan ban chuki thi.
Us raat Aisha ne diary me likha:
"Mohabbat kabhi kabhi galat waqt par milti hai."
"Aur jab milti hai… to dil tod kar chali jaati hai."
Lekin Aisha ko nahi pata tha…
Ki Armaan ab ek bada decision lene wala hai.
Ek aisa decision jo un dono ki zindagi hamesha ke liye badal dega.
Us raat Armaan bilkul so nahi paaya.
Aisha ke aansu uske dimaag me baar baar aa rahe the. Usse samajh aa gaya tha ki usne ek bahut badi galti ki hai.
Wo khud se baat kar raha tha.
"Agar main Aisha ko kho diya… to shayad main kabhi khush nahi reh paunga."
Agli subah Armaan ne ek decision liya.
Wo seedha apne ghar gaya aur apne father ke room me gaya.
"Papa… mujhe aapse baat karni hai."
Uske father serious tone me bole:
"Kya baat hai?"
Armaan ne himmat karke kaha:
"Main wo shaadi nahi kar sakta."
Room me ek dum khamoshi chha gayi.
Uske father gusse me bole:
"Kya matlab nahi kar sakte?"
Armaan ne kaha:
"Main kisi aur se mohabbat karta hoon."
Uski mother shock ho gayi.
"Kaun hai wo ladki?"
Armaan ne dheere se kaha:
"Uska naam Aisha hai."
Uske father ka face gusse se laal ho gaya.
"Armaan! Ye shaadi humne saalon pehle decide ki thi."
Armaan ne firm voice me kaha:
"Lekin meri life hai."
Uske father gusse me bole:
"Tumhe family ki respect ki parwah nahi?"
Armaan ne calm lekin strong tone me kaha:
"Mujhe parwah hai… lekin main kisi aur ki zindagi bhi barbaad nahi kar sakta."
Uski mother ne softly pucha:
"Kya tum us ladki se sach me itni mohabbat karte ho?"
Armaan ki aankhon me aansu aa gaye.
"Haan."
Usne dheere se kaha:
"Uske bina meri life adhuri hai."
Room me phir khamoshi ho gayi.
Kuch minutes baad uske father ne gehri saans li.
Phir unhone kaha:
"Agar tumhe lagta hai wo ladki tumhe khush rakhegi… to jao."
Armaan ko yakeen hi nahi hua.
"Sach?"
Uske father ne kaha:
"Lekin ek baat yaad rakhna… mohabbat sirf bolne se nahi hoti… nibhaani bhi padti hai."
Armaan ki aankhon me khushi aa gayi.
"Main nibhaunga."
Uske baad Armaan turant Aisha ko dhoondne nikla.
Wo library gaya… lekin Aisha wahan nahi thi.
Phir wo park gaya… lekin wahan bhi nahi.
Finally usse yaad aaya ki Aisha aksar ek choti si chai ki shop par jaati thi.
Wo wahan gaya.
Aur wahan…
Aisha ek corner table par baithi thi.
Uske saamne chai ka cup tha… aur uski diary khuli hui thi.
Aisha kuch likh rahi thi.
Armaan dheere dheere uske paas gaya.
"Aisha."
Aisha ne upar dekha.
Uski aankhon me surprise tha.
"Armaan?"
Armaan uske saamne baith gaya.
"Aisha… mujhe tumse baat karni hai."
Aisha ne thodi thandi awaaz me kaha:
"Ab kya baat reh gayi hai?"
Armaan ne seedha uski aankhon me dekha.
"Maine shaadi tod di."
Aisha shock ho gayi.
"Kya?"
Armaan ne kaha:
"Maine apni family se baat ki… aur maine unhe sab sach bata diya."
Aisha kuch seconds tak kuch bol hi nahi paayi.
"Tumne ye sab… mere liye kiya?"
Armaan ne dheere se kaha:
"Nahi."
Aisha confuse ho gayi.
"Nahi?"
Armaan muskuraya.
"Maine ye sab humare liye kiya."
Aisha ki aankhon me aansu aa gaye.
Armaan ne uska haath pakda.
"Aisha… main jaanta hoon maine tumhe hurt kiya."
Uski awaaz me sachai thi.
"Lekin main tumhe khona nahi chahta."
Aisha ki aankhon se aansu girne lage.
Armaan ne dheere se kaha:
"Aisha… main tumse mohabbat karta hoon."
Aisha ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Usne dheere se pucha:
"Kya tum sach me mere saath hamesha rahoge?"
Armaan ne bina hesitation ke kaha:
"Hamesha."
Aisha ne halka sa smile kiya.
Usne apni diary band ki aur kaha:
"Phir ek promise karo."
Armaan ne pucha:
"Kya?"
Aisha boli:
"Kabhi mujhe akela mat chhodna."
Armaan ne uska haath aur strong pakad liya.
"Kabhi nahi."
Us moment me Aisha ko laga…
Jaise uski zindagi ki saari tanhai khatam ho gayi.
Wo dheere se Armaan ke shoulder par sir rakh deti hai.
Armaan softly kehta hai:
"Aisha… tum meri khamosh mohabbat ho."
Aisha muskura kar kehti hai:
"Aur tum meri sabse khoobsurat kahani."
Us din ke baad Aisha ne apni diary me ek last line likhi:
"Kabhi kabhi zindagi hume dard deti hai… taaki jab mohabbat mile to uski value samajh aaye."
Aur us diary ka title tha:
Khamosh Mohabbat.
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