Ek Sacchi Si Dard Bhari Kahani...
Ravi ek simple sa ladka tha, jo chhoti si jagah se tha, lekin sapne bade the. Uske din college jaane aur raat bhar sapne dekhne me guzarte the. Uske liye mohabbat sirf kitaabon aur filmon tak thi – jab tak uski zindagi me Anjali nahi aayi thi.
Anjali, ek bubbly aur zindadil ladki, jise har koi pasand karta tha. Uski hansi, uski baatein, uska har andaaz, Ravi ke liye kisi khwab se kam nahi tha. Shuruaat dosti se hui. Unka waqt coffee, library, aur lambe phone calls me beetne laga.
Ravi usse chhupkar pyar karne laga.
Lekin kabhi keh nahi saka. Har roz wo sochta, "Kal keh dunga," par har baar uska "kal" kabhi nahi aaya.
Ek din Anjali ne khud hi bataya ki uski zindagi me koi aur hai – Vikram, uska bachpan ka dost. Ravi hansa… aankhon se nahi, dil se roya.
Waqt beet gaya. Graduation hui. Anjali ki shaadi fix ho gayi Vikram se. Ravi ne bus ek kaam kiya — usne Anjali ke liye ek letter likha.
> "Anjali,
Mohabbat zaroori nahi ki paayi hi jaye,
Kabhi-kabhi sirf chhupkar chahna bhi mohabbat hoti hai.
Tumhari zindagi me meri jagah nahi sahi,
Par meri zindagi me tum hi sab kuch thi.
Main hamesha dua karunga… tum khush raho,
Ravi"
Shaadi ke ek din pehle Anjali ke hath me wo letter aaya… aankhon se aansu nikle, par sab kuch khamosh tha.
Ravi chala gaya… kahin door, kahin chup. Usne mohabbat nahi payi, par mohabbat
di... bina kisi shart ke.

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