"Apne juzzbaatt ko apne doston ke samne bayan karna. Unse apne juzzbaatt batne mein koi burayi nahi hai Dr. Mirza",
says Naushad dissolving the sugar cubes into his cup of tea.
"Dr. Mirza?",
laughs Meher, sarcastically and looks towards him.
Her sarcasm pierces Naushad's heart.
Laughing sarcastically still, she says,
"Mujhe laga tha ab main apke liye Meher ho gayi hun? Sirf Meher!"
Naushad feels guilty about addressing her as Dr. Mirza.
"Fasle mehsus ho rahe hain mujhe!",
says Naushad, calmly.
"Aur aap koshish bhi nahi karenge inn faslon ki wajah dhundhne ki?",
asks Meher.
This irks Naushad.
Putting the spoon down, intertwining his fingers, his arms laid horizontally on the canteen table, knitting his brows, he says,
"Aap mujhe apne paas ana to durr... meri taraf aap dekh bhi nahi rahin! Ab aap hi batayiye ke iss bartaw ka main kya matlab nikalun?"
Staring him for sometimes, Meher changes her vision to her right, ignoring to look towards Naushad,
"Naushad please dheere boliye.",
she whispers.
"Mere tez bolne se apko problem ho rahi hai, to aap ye sochiye ke apke khamosh rehne se mujhe kitni bechaini ho rahi hogi?",
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HAQ SE : JUZZBAATT
Short StoryIntroduction : 'Trust'! 'Faith'! 'Belief'! have these words ceased to exist? Can't we trust someone without worrying about all negative things? Can't we lay our faith in someone? Belief, is it that difficult to believe someone today? It takes years...
