Riya aur Aryan—do alag duniya ke log. Ek zakhmi, ek ziddi. Ek toot chuka tha, ek todne ke liye bana tha.
Riya ki zindagi ek kitaab ki tarah thi, jisme sirf dukh bhare panne likhe the. Pichle rishte uske dil par gehre zakham de gaye the—dhokha, jhooth, bewafai... har baar usne kisi par vishwas kiya, har baar bas tod di gayi. Dheere dheere uska dil pathar ho gaya. Ab kisi par trust karna mushkil tha, duniya se dar lagne laga tha.Aur ussne apne mind m y thinking bna li thy ki sb ladke ek jese hote h or syd es ke hi wjh se woa ladko se durr bhagti thy or Aryan se nafrat
Aryan—Ek Band Darwaza
Aryan ka bhi apna past tha, lekin usne kabhi kisi ko bataya nahi. Ek aisa past jo uske har action ke peeche chhupa tha. Log use akdu kehte the, egoistic aur rude samajhte the. Lekin sach yeh tha ki usne khud ko ek diwar ke peeche chhupa rakha tha. Ek aisi diwar, jise todne ki himmat kisi me nahi thi.
Usne kabhi kisi se pyaar nahi kiya, kyunki uska maana tha—pyaar sirf dukh deta hai. Uska belief simple tha: "Emotions weak banate hain, aur mujhe weak banna pasand nahi." Isliye wo duniya se alag rehta, rude aur sarcastic. Uske andar ek ajeeb si darkness thi, jise wo mask karne ke liye logon se ladta tha.
Takraar Ki Shuruaat
Riya uske opposite thi. Zakhmon se bhari hui, par phir bhi jeene ki koshish karti hui. Uski aadat thi logon se door bhaagne ki, aur Aryan ki aadat thi logon ko door bhagane ki. Par phir bhi dono ek doosre ki taraf khinch rahe the.
Aryan Riya se chidhata tha. Kabhi uske past ko lekar mazak udaata, kabhi uski feelings ko 'overreaction' bol kar ignore karta. Uske liye ye sab ek game tha.
Ye dushmani jaari thi. Har mulaqat sirf takraar lekar aati. Aryan ki har baat uske dil par ek aur zakham chhod jati. Riya ki har chhupayi huyi takleef Aryan ko aur irritate karti. Dono ek doosre se nafrat karte the.
Woh Call Jo Sab Badal Gayi
Ek raat, Riya phir se apne dukhon se lad rahi thi. Raat ke sannate me uski cheekhein gunj rahi thi, lekin jaise hamesha hota tha—koi sunne wala nahi tha. Lekin uss raat, kuch badalne wala tha.
Raat ke 2 baje, Aryan apne room mein tha. Ek book pad raha tha, jab uska phone baja. Unknown number. Pehle ignore karne wala tha, par phir na jaane kyu call utha li.
"Riya…" ek kamzor, ruki-ruki si aawaaz uske kaanon me padi.
Aryan ek second ke liye chup ho gaya. Ye waise toh hamesha ladne waali ladki itni tuti hui kyun lag rahi thi?
"Riya? Kya hua?" Usne pehli baar apni awaaz me gussa nahi, par concern mehsoos kiya.
Lekin waha koi jawab nahi tha… sirf halki-halki roti hui saans sunai de rahi thi. Aryan ka dil tez dhadakne laga.
Ek Pal Ka Faisla
Aryan bina soch samjhe apni car ki chaabi uthata hai aur seedha Riya ke ghar ke taraf nikal padta hai. Riya uske city wale apartment me rehti thi, aur uska flat bas 15 minute door tha. Par Aryan ke liye wo 15 minute sabse lambi drive lag rahi thi.
Usne socha, "Mujhe kya ho raha hai? Kyu main is ladki ke liye itna pareshan ho raha hoon?"
Par dil me ek hi jawab aaya—"Kyuki wo waise nahi hai jaise dikhne ki koshish karti hai."
Woh Darwaza Jo Band Tha
Aryan Riya ke flat ke bahar pahucha, darwaza band tha. Usne bell bajayi… koi jawab nahi. Dil me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat hui.
"Riya! Open the door!" Aryan zor se chillaya.
Kuch second tak koi awaaz nahi aayi. Phir dheere se darwaza khula. Samne Riya thi—bikhre hue baal, aankhon ke neeche gehre dark circles, aur aankhon me sirf darr.
Aryan usse pehli baar is haal me dekh raha tha. Wo Riya jo sabke saamne strong dikhne ki koshish karti thi, ab sirf ek tooti hui ladki thi.
Usne bina kuch soche, bina kuch bole, Riya ko apni baahon me kheench liya. Riya ne pehli baar bina soche kisi par vishwas kiya. Pehli baar usne Aryan ko nahi hataya.
Lekin nafrat aur pyaar ke beech sirf ek patli si lakeer hoti hai… aur ye dono uss lakeer ke kareeb aa rahe the.
Aryan ne pehli baar Riya ko itna toot kar rote hue dekha. Pehli baar uski aankhon me wo dar, wo takleef dekhi jo wo hamesha chhupa leti thi. Us raat Aryan bas chup-chaap uske saath baith gaya. Koi sympathy nahi, koi sawaal nahi. Bas ek saathi ban kar.
Agli subah, dono wapas wahi Aryan aur Riya ban gaye—ladne wale, ek doosre se nafrat karne wale. Lekin kuch badal chuka tha. Aryan ka gussa ab uske dukh me badalne laga tha. Riya ab Aryan ki chhidhane wali baaton ko utna seriously nahi leti thi.
Dheere dheere, takraar kam hone lagi. Nafrat pighalne lagi. Aryan Riya ke har chhupaye dukh ko samajhne laga, bina uske kahe hi. Jab bhi Riya raat ko roti, Aryan bina kuch kahe uske saath hota. Wo uska mazak nahi udata tha, usse judge nahi karta tha—bas samajhta tha.
Riya jo duniya se darti thi, Aryan ke saath safe mehsoos karne lagi. Aur Aryan, jo hamesha sirf apni ego me rehta tha, ab Riya ke liye har hadd todne ko tayar tha.
Mohabbat Ka Iqraar
Ek din, Riya ne gusse me kaha, "Tum sirf mujhe tang karne ke liye zinda ho na?"
Aryan hass diya, "Nahi, ab sirf tumhare saath zindagi jeene ke liye zinda hoon."
Dono ne ek doosre ko nafrat ki thy , par shayad iss nafrat ke peeche ek chhupa hua pyaar tha. Aur jab dono ko ye baat samajh aayi, tab nafrat apni jagah mohabbat ko de gayi.
Aryan jo emotions se bhaagta tha, ab Riya ke har emotion ko mehsoos karta tha. Aur Riya, jo duniya se darti thi, ab Aryan ke saath safe mehsoos karti thi.
Ek din Riya ne kaha, "Tum toh mujhse nafrat karte the na?"
Aryan muskuraya, "Nafrat aur pyaar me sirf ek pal ka farq hota hai, Riya. Bas hume pata nahi chalta ki kab wo pal aa jata hai."
Aur uss din, nafrat khatam ho gayi. Sirf pyaar bacha.
