(-Ammad Malik-)
"...dekh kr mohabat na hojae tumay." Her voice was so sweet but it was scary too. I could feel her smile as she said that in my ear.
Yeh kesi larki hai dude? Or Ammad tujhe kiya hoa hai? Get up! Why are you listening to this? Ajj tk himaat bhi nhi hoi ksi ki tujhe touch krne ki or yeh?
She was now looking direct in my eyes. For a second I thought yeh Kuch krdegi. Ammad saale! Kuch kr! Hil kun nhii raha tu?
"Hota hai....issliye keh rahi dekh meri jaan." As if she read my thoughts. And then she just walked away without looking back. NORMALLY!
ITNI GARMI KUN HO RAHI HAI YAHAN? AIR CONDITION BHI NHI CHALTA INKA!!
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"Ammad itni der kahan laga di?"
Sara din sirf roads par drive krta raha hoon or sochta raha hoon ky what's wrong with me. Lkin jawab abhi tk nhii aya.
"Kam tha amma. App abhi tk sowein nhii?" I asked. Raat ka 1 baj raha tha.
"Phone kun nhii utha rahy thy? May parshan thi." She said. I sat with her softly and put my head on her shoulder. It was the only place where I can get some peace.
"Kiya hoa?" She asked so sweetly. May apni amma se sab share kr Sakta hoon. She knows everything about my life no matter what it is.
"Mujy lgta hai ky Natasha vo hai." I whispered.
"Natasha? Matlb?" She hold my hand. Unky hath itne soft or pyare hain. Simple si hain. Sirf eik hi ring pehn kr rakhti hain jo unko baba neh di thi.
"Mujy Kuch nhii pata." Meri awaaz may takavat saaf nazar arahi thi. Mujy nhii pata kiya ho raha hai lkin Maine kabhi ksi larki ko itna kareeb nhii ane diya phir yeh kese agai. Kabhi dil itna tez nhii darka pechaly 5 salon may tu ab kun? Or uski shakl bilkul uss jesi hai. Par sirf shakl hi uss jesi or Kuch bhi nahi.
"Ammad mere bachy?" Amma said softly but before she could say anything else I said.
"Mujy nend arahi ....app bhi sowjae." With that I stood up and went to my room.
Kiya krty ho Ammad.... amma ko bhi parshan krdiya hai. 5 saal hogaye hain. In 5 salon may log kitna agy chale gaye hain or tum wahan ky wahan hi. Kitna ky intzar kro gy uska? Milna hota tu ab tk mil na chuki hoti.
28 saal ka hogya hoon. Ghar ka iklota beta hoon. Eik choti behan thi uski shadi ko bhi saal hogya hai ab sirf tum rehty ho. Or amma abba khety tu nhii lkin zahir si baat hai they want me to get married ab.
"Dekhlo matlbi insaan...intzar krogy mera?" Uski awaaz ajj bhi yaad hai. I waiting for her in university and she was late. Madam ki ankh nhi khuli thi or ab 1 ghanty se may iska intzar kr raha tha.
"Krloonga ajj birthday hai na tumari sirf issliye warna ab tk nikal jata may." I remember saying that to her. Usky liye gift bhi laya tha. Par she never made it. Har saal usky liye gift layta hoon par day nhi pata or ab uski birthday arahi hai next week. I will buy the gift again par day nhii paonga. Kidher chali gai...Noone knows!
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"Pyaar hai tumay?"
She looked at him. His eyes were her favourite.
"Tum phly bhi mere liye sab thi or ajj bhi ho." He added. "Jo bolo gi vo hoga."
"Kiya krogy?" She asked quietly.
"Shadi." He smiled. Whole world knows he love her but only he knew that she loves him more.
"Tum rehne du."
"Kun? Ab may pasand nhi?"
She looked at him. They were sitting in front of debating room on stairs. That is where they sit everyday, and fight.
Her face was cute with short hairs and was wearing white shalwar qameez. He was also wearing white shalwar qameez. They looked cute.
"Bhaag jana tumneh!"
"Nhii bhaagta."
"Agr bhaag gaye?"
"Tu tum wapis lay ana, zartasha hammed!"
I woke up all wet. Breathing heavily and scared. It was not the first time I had this dream. But the strange thing was that this time I was able to see the faces.
"What is wrong with me?" I whispered. My body was not able to move. And within that moment my alarm ring. Fajr ka time hogya tha.
I got up and prayed fajr. And while sitting on the prayer mat I asked Allah.
"Allah gee! Yeh kiya ho raha hai? Mujy yeh khawab kun aty hain? I see people jinko maine kabhi nhii dekha. Or vo sab itna asali lgta hai. Please help me-" I lost my voice at the end and all I could do was cry.
Anson ayi gaye or may jannamaz par beth kr rowti gai. Na hi Kuch socha gya or na hi utha ja raha tha and I lied down on it. Pata hi nhi chala or wahan hi layti layti.....rowti rowti sow gai.
*RING RING*
*RING RING*
I opened my eyes, still lying on the prayer mat. What happened?
*RING RING*
I searched for my phone. It was Arham. I picked up.
"Uth jao....9 baj gaye hain. Dont be late! You have to be there on time! Sowi hoi awam."
"Acha." I said slowly. He was silent for a second.
"Kiya hoa?" He asked in a worried tone.
"Mujy kiya hona? I will be there." With that I ended the call.
I got up. Folded the mat and put it on side table and went to bathroom. Standing in front of mirror, I looked at myself. Sir par dupatta abhi tk tha. Kabhi ksi ky samne maine dupatta sir par nhii liya ksi neh dekh liya na tu parshan hojaega lol.
Par row kr ajeeb sa glow nhii ajata yarr. I smiled at myself in the mirror. This looks good too but what was that Nat. My smile faded.
Why was I sitting next to him and talking to him like that? And we were twinning? And my hair was short and I was wearing shalwar qameez? Maine tu kabhi pehni bhi nhii. I only had long quartas....vo bhi sirf vo jo eid Ky din pehna hotein with trousers.
Koii or hogi bro vo? Shakl ky ilwa everything was different. What is wrong with me? Or vo wahan kiun tha? I had these types of dreams phly bhi lkin shakl phli bar nazar aii hai? Kiun? And why him? Why Ammad?
YOU ARE READING
Natasha
Fantasy"Pyaar hai tumay?" She looked at him. His eyes were her favourite. "Tum phly bhi mere liye sab thi or ajj bhi ho." He added. "Jo bolo gi vo hoga." "Kiya krogy?" She asked quietly. "Shadi." He smiled. Whole world knows he love her but only he knew...
