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Junoon -e- Inteqaam (Part-1)
"Alishaan bangla jarur khubsurat hote hai,
imarton ki tarah,
par majburan aksar unmein rehne wale tanha hote hai."
A villa like palace was in San Francisco, America. The loud voices were coming from that palace as if someone screaming in top of their lungs for Help.
Screams: Helppppp!!! Is there anyone Helpp me Please...!
Though the house looked like a palace. It was a dream house for every passer by but the mysteriously screams of help shook them from the core. No one knew who screamed like that and why? As the owner of the house was quite generous and Sweet person with a hard demeanor.
Entering through the huge marvellous gates one can see a beautiful fountain the water flowing uncontroably from everywhere but that doesn't change that the water never flowed out of the container.
It was a beautiful, alluring Watering container Flowering all over the roses around the fountain making it look pretty. One would lost themselves looking at those sculptures.
On the right side of the Fountain. The huge garden along with the pretty flowers all around. The rare flowers could be seen as well. The garden didn't contained anything else than the greenary. The greenary which one couldn't see around the whole city was lying in this 2 acre yield. One would couldn't stop adoring the Garden.
On the left side there were few wooden furnitures a table was only placed in between with an antique flower vase kept along with few frangrantic flowers in it. A cup tray was placed beside a cup was kept on it and what was shocking was that it looked someone just had tea from it and went. The grass was damp and a wind blown causing a shiver ran down throw everyone spine and a shout can reach one's ear. A loud, very very loud one. The one which could make anyone's ear bleed and cry with pain. The scream shouted pain..nothing else.
"Ahhhhh....!!!"
The window curtains were flowing like waves just like the sea waves flow when a breeze hit the shore. A dim light was illuminating through the living room of the palace. As one enter through the window which was connecting the small peaceful area with the classy living room having a tint of Luxury and screaming richiness along with marvellous antique items placed all over the tables, counters to make the living room slay aesthetically. There were two staircases leading upstairs one was like a royal one and the other one looked a bit like chapped and the ancestory. Giving it the ancestor touches all over the living room it perfectly described the ancestory palace of the Attar's .
A potrait was placed just in the main area where one could see from downstairs as well as upstairs and tell who is the heir of this ansecstric palace.
"Helppppp!!!"
A loud wail of cry could be hear from the room whose door was closed and the person inside it was breaking things the loud noises of things shattering could be heard from the silent corridors. A whimper left out and a scream was heard again.
"I will die!"
The door opened and a man of 6'3 walked out with a bulky body, anyone could scared by his appearance but his eyes were blodshot red screaming of pain which those eyes held, the nose was bit bursied as if someone hitted him there but that wasn't the actual case and his forehead had several cut marks as if someone banged his head on the wall very harshly, his hands had few cuts as if someone tried to harm him but was it the real case?
"Kamran Khan..."
He slowly walked down the stairs and entered a well furnished kitchen and gone towards the fridge. He opened gradually and rummaging through things he finally found out the ice which would actually help to ease his heart which was weeping. Few tears rolled down his eyes and he sniffed and soon his sniffed turned into sobs.
"Ami... Wapis aajaye!"
He cried hysterically and sat down with a thud near the cupboards.The whole palace shivered through his cries. The whole palace was empty just like his heart. The loneliness was eating him up. He looked at the gate which was slightly visible from the kitchen. He was praying for his family to walk and embrace him, console him and shout at him for making himself like that. A sigh left his mouth. He was a bit composed now. He gathered up himself and stand on his two feet looking dishelved, broken hearted. The once soft features reflected pain. Every part of his heart was breaking with the silence. A glimpse came in front of his eyes looking at the couch.
His sister: Mumma, dekhein na bhaiya ko woh kitne dinon baad aaye hai phir bhi humare paas nhi reh rahe.
His mother: Beta, bhaiya ko kaam hai na. Woh thode der mein aajayenge. Mera bacha. Abhi jaane dein unhe.
He never knew that would the last meet with his sister and mother. Every words spoke by them were learnt by heart. The words were echoing. He lost it and again fall down with a thud when he again got a glimpse. This time it was his buddy, his big brother.
BB: Oh Mera pyaara bacha kitna bada hogaya... Maa iske liye ek ladki toh dekh lein..
He whinned and spoke: ami dekhein na Bhai kaise keh rhe hai aapki Jaan ko.
His mother: aap dono thoda thand paaye ahmekon jaisi harkatein na kre.
BB: maa ahmek kon hai yahan??
(Narrowing his eyes)
Their mother giggled and they both smiled looking at their mother .
His heart clenched looking at this. He cried more.
" Why you all left me alone?..why??"
He took a huge breath in and then out. The deep breaths weren't helping the heart clenching and the eyes were flowing like rivers. He looked towards the garden and remember his Dai Jaan, whom he loved with all his heart after his mother.
Dai Jaan: mere nanhe shehzaade,aise na bhagon kahin gum Gaye toh Kahan dhundgi apne Chand ko main?
" Dai Jaan Kahan chale gaye aap dekhein aapka nanha shehzada ro rha hai.. yaad hai aap hi kehti thi ki aapka nanha shehzada sabse taqatwar hai usdin main sirf muskura Raha tha pr Aaj kehta hun aapke is shehzaade se zyada koi kamzor nhi. Dil toot Gaya Mera aaplogon yahan na dekh kr. Kahan hai aap log. Mujhe chod kr Kahan Gaye? Meri Jaan nikal jaayegi ab aur himmat nhi hai mujh mein yeh sab sehne k...ki.."
He took a huge breath in again and a tank of tears flowed down. It was becoming difficult for him to breathe even. A tear escaped and he laid down while making a thud sound echoing all through the walls.
"Mittiyon mein jo khoon se saane,
Dekhe toh woh nazare bhi hai
Jahan khushiyaan khel rhi thi,
Aaj woh bhi ro rhi hai.
Dard dekh kar ro rhi thi uske Saathi,
Uska dukh dekh kar sabhi khamosh the."
Hameen Zubair Attar a loud sound resonated with hoarseness blew all over the silent house which was the home for the called man till yesterday but now it was just a wall made of concrete. The bulky man came out from the corner of the other end of the house which was pitch dark.
Meher.. Hameen said and rushed to her and embraced her tightly and broke into tears.
Meher: Zubair shaant hojaye aap... Aise roye nhi.. ami jaan ko acha nhi lagega.
Hameen: Madi ami se kahey na apne Hami ke paas wapis aajaye.
Meher broke at the sight of this.
Meher: Zubair please sambhalo khudko. Ami aapki gayi nhi kahin. Woh aapke saath hai, aapke paas hai.
He looked at her clueless like a lost child as if asking "Where is she?"
She took her hand and places it just above his heart and whispered in her honey like voice which can soothe anyone and take away the pain.
Meher: woh yahan aapke paas hai.
Yaad hai woh kya kehti thi, " Hami, mere bache, mere lakhte-jigar, meri jaan aapke Abu ke baad aap hi ek akhri Sahara hai humare. Main aapse darkhwast krti hun agar na chahte hue bhi hum aapse dur hojaye ki humara wapis aana mushkil hojaye tab aankhein band krke apne dil pr haath rakh lijiyega aur ek choti si muskan humare paas bhej dijiyega. Hum aapke Dil mein hai aur humesha rahenge bhale hi hum aapke ankhon se ojhal hojaye par aapse kabhi dur na honge."
After getting reminder of this he placed his both hands above his heart and whispered in a meek voice.
Hameen: Madi, Ami jaan Parso hi keh rhi thi yeh baat. Aap janti hai na hum unke Bina zyada der reh nhi sakte. Ek din hum der kya hogaye, woh sabhi ko lekar chali gayi.. madi, aap janti hai ami, dai jaan sabhi naraaz hai mujhse..u..unlogo ko ku..kuch hua n..nahi hai.
He started sobbing again. Meher rubbed his back and tried to calm him down. He stayed in her arms for a while.
Meher's pov≈
Kaise yaqeen dilaun main tumhe ki ab woh nhi rhe, kaise kahun main yeh tumhein ki tumhara humare siwaye ab koi nhi hai is duniya mein. Kaise sambhalun main tumhe. Kaash Dai jaan yahan hoti humare paas, tumhein sambhalne ke liye.
Meher's pov ends≈
Few tears spilled through her eyes soaking his shirt and making her eyes puffy due to excess crying from last night. Hameen was in a dilemma, he didn't reacted to anything not even her touches or tears. He wasn't reacting to anything.
Hameen's pov~
Kya bemisaal waqt hai,
Jo guzarne ka naam nhi le Raha,
Chahta hun woh guzar jaaye,
Par har chahtein poori hojaye yeh jaruri nahin.
Us pehlu ko samjhna mushkil tha,
Jab humne woh manzar dekhe the mahinon pehle,
Aaj jab khudpe aayi hai toh,
Samjhte hai kya guzri hogi un par.
Zare se kya puchna hai,
Mitti se pucho,
Jisne banaya hai,
Wahi wapis bula leta hai.
Maut ki chahat nhi humein,
Par waqt humein uske darwaze le hi jaata hai,
Gunehgaar ho ya na ho,
Ek waqt bhi aata hai jab Naik insaan ko bhi gunehgaar bana diya jaata hai.
Us farishte ki baat na Karo,
Jo kal aaya tha mere paas,
Meri haal puchta reh gaya,
Aur main kahin aur hi kho gaya.
Woh zamane bhi kya hi yaad rakhenge humein,
Hum toh na Aaj kisi ke hai,
Na kal kisi ke honge,
Jo apne the woh bhi nahi rahe,
Ab kya hi umeed hai kisi se.
Hameen's pov ends~
To be continued>>>
© Shines
imarton ki tarah,
par majburan aksar unmein rehne wale tanha hote hai."
A villa like palace was in San Francisco, America. The loud voices were coming from that palace as if someone screaming in top of their lungs for Help.
Screams: Helppppp!!! Is there anyone Helpp me Please...!
Though the house looked like a palace. It was a dream house for every passer by but the mysteriously screams of help shook them from the core. No one knew who screamed like that and why? As the owner of the house was quite generous and Sweet person with a hard demeanor.
Entering through the huge marvellous gates one can see a beautiful fountain the water flowing uncontroably from everywhere but that doesn't change that the water never flowed out of the container.
It was a beautiful, alluring Watering container Flowering all over the roses around the fountain making it look pretty. One would lost themselves looking at those sculptures.
On the right side of the Fountain. The huge garden along with the pretty flowers all around. The rare flowers could be seen as well. The garden didn't contained anything else than the greenary. The greenary which one couldn't see around the whole city was lying in this 2 acre yield. One would couldn't stop adoring the Garden.
On the left side there were few wooden furnitures a table was only placed in between with an antique flower vase kept along with few frangrantic flowers in it. A cup tray was placed beside a cup was kept on it and what was shocking was that it looked someone just had tea from it and went. The grass was damp and a wind blown causing a shiver ran down throw everyone spine and a shout can reach one's ear. A loud, very very loud one. The one which could make anyone's ear bleed and cry with pain. The scream shouted pain..nothing else.
"Ahhhhh....!!!"
The window curtains were flowing like waves just like the sea waves flow when a breeze hit the shore. A dim light was illuminating through the living room of the palace. As one enter through the window which was connecting the small peaceful area with the classy living room having a tint of Luxury and screaming richiness along with marvellous antique items placed all over the tables, counters to make the living room slay aesthetically. There were two staircases leading upstairs one was like a royal one and the other one looked a bit like chapped and the ancestory. Giving it the ancestor touches all over the living room it perfectly described the ancestory palace of the Attar's .
A potrait was placed just in the main area where one could see from downstairs as well as upstairs and tell who is the heir of this ansecstric palace.
"Helppppp!!!"
A loud wail of cry could be hear from the room whose door was closed and the person inside it was breaking things the loud noises of things shattering could be heard from the silent corridors. A whimper left out and a scream was heard again.
"I will die!"
The door opened and a man of 6'3 walked out with a bulky body, anyone could scared by his appearance but his eyes were blodshot red screaming of pain which those eyes held, the nose was bit bursied as if someone hitted him there but that wasn't the actual case and his forehead had several cut marks as if someone banged his head on the wall very harshly, his hands had few cuts as if someone tried to harm him but was it the real case?
"Kamran Khan..."
He slowly walked down the stairs and entered a well furnished kitchen and gone towards the fridge. He opened gradually and rummaging through things he finally found out the ice which would actually help to ease his heart which was weeping. Few tears rolled down his eyes and he sniffed and soon his sniffed turned into sobs.
"Ami... Wapis aajaye!"
He cried hysterically and sat down with a thud near the cupboards.The whole palace shivered through his cries. The whole palace was empty just like his heart. The loneliness was eating him up. He looked at the gate which was slightly visible from the kitchen. He was praying for his family to walk and embrace him, console him and shout at him for making himself like that. A sigh left his mouth. He was a bit composed now. He gathered up himself and stand on his two feet looking dishelved, broken hearted. The once soft features reflected pain. Every part of his heart was breaking with the silence. A glimpse came in front of his eyes looking at the couch.
His sister: Mumma, dekhein na bhaiya ko woh kitne dinon baad aaye hai phir bhi humare paas nhi reh rahe.
His mother: Beta, bhaiya ko kaam hai na. Woh thode der mein aajayenge. Mera bacha. Abhi jaane dein unhe.
He never knew that would the last meet with his sister and mother. Every words spoke by them were learnt by heart. The words were echoing. He lost it and again fall down with a thud when he again got a glimpse. This time it was his buddy, his big brother.
BB: Oh Mera pyaara bacha kitna bada hogaya... Maa iske liye ek ladki toh dekh lein..
He whinned and spoke: ami dekhein na Bhai kaise keh rhe hai aapki Jaan ko.
His mother: aap dono thoda thand paaye ahmekon jaisi harkatein na kre.
BB: maa ahmek kon hai yahan??
(Narrowing his eyes)
Their mother giggled and they both smiled looking at their mother .
His heart clenched looking at this. He cried more.
" Why you all left me alone?..why??"
He took a huge breath in and then out. The deep breaths weren't helping the heart clenching and the eyes were flowing like rivers. He looked towards the garden and remember his Dai Jaan, whom he loved with all his heart after his mother.
Dai Jaan: mere nanhe shehzaade,aise na bhagon kahin gum Gaye toh Kahan dhundgi apne Chand ko main?
" Dai Jaan Kahan chale gaye aap dekhein aapka nanha shehzada ro rha hai.. yaad hai aap hi kehti thi ki aapka nanha shehzada sabse taqatwar hai usdin main sirf muskura Raha tha pr Aaj kehta hun aapke is shehzaade se zyada koi kamzor nhi. Dil toot Gaya Mera aaplogon yahan na dekh kr. Kahan hai aap log. Mujhe chod kr Kahan Gaye? Meri Jaan nikal jaayegi ab aur himmat nhi hai mujh mein yeh sab sehne k...ki.."
He took a huge breath in again and a tank of tears flowed down. It was becoming difficult for him to breathe even. A tear escaped and he laid down while making a thud sound echoing all through the walls.
"Mittiyon mein jo khoon se saane,
Dekhe toh woh nazare bhi hai
Jahan khushiyaan khel rhi thi,
Aaj woh bhi ro rhi hai.
Dard dekh kar ro rhi thi uske Saathi,
Uska dukh dekh kar sabhi khamosh the."
Hameen Zubair Attar a loud sound resonated with hoarseness blew all over the silent house which was the home for the called man till yesterday but now it was just a wall made of concrete. The bulky man came out from the corner of the other end of the house which was pitch dark.
Meher.. Hameen said and rushed to her and embraced her tightly and broke into tears.
Meher: Zubair shaant hojaye aap... Aise roye nhi.. ami jaan ko acha nhi lagega.
Hameen: Madi ami se kahey na apne Hami ke paas wapis aajaye.
Meher broke at the sight of this.
Meher: Zubair please sambhalo khudko. Ami aapki gayi nhi kahin. Woh aapke saath hai, aapke paas hai.
He looked at her clueless like a lost child as if asking "Where is she?"
She took her hand and places it just above his heart and whispered in her honey like voice which can soothe anyone and take away the pain.
Meher: woh yahan aapke paas hai.
Yaad hai woh kya kehti thi, " Hami, mere bache, mere lakhte-jigar, meri jaan aapke Abu ke baad aap hi ek akhri Sahara hai humare. Main aapse darkhwast krti hun agar na chahte hue bhi hum aapse dur hojaye ki humara wapis aana mushkil hojaye tab aankhein band krke apne dil pr haath rakh lijiyega aur ek choti si muskan humare paas bhej dijiyega. Hum aapke Dil mein hai aur humesha rahenge bhale hi hum aapke ankhon se ojhal hojaye par aapse kabhi dur na honge."
After getting reminder of this he placed his both hands above his heart and whispered in a meek voice.
Hameen: Madi, Ami jaan Parso hi keh rhi thi yeh baat. Aap janti hai na hum unke Bina zyada der reh nhi sakte. Ek din hum der kya hogaye, woh sabhi ko lekar chali gayi.. madi, aap janti hai ami, dai jaan sabhi naraaz hai mujhse..u..unlogo ko ku..kuch hua n..nahi hai.
He started sobbing again. Meher rubbed his back and tried to calm him down. He stayed in her arms for a while.
Meher's pov≈
Kaise yaqeen dilaun main tumhe ki ab woh nhi rhe, kaise kahun main yeh tumhein ki tumhara humare siwaye ab koi nhi hai is duniya mein. Kaise sambhalun main tumhe. Kaash Dai jaan yahan hoti humare paas, tumhein sambhalne ke liye.
Meher's pov ends≈
Few tears spilled through her eyes soaking his shirt and making her eyes puffy due to excess crying from last night. Hameen was in a dilemma, he didn't reacted to anything not even her touches or tears. He wasn't reacting to anything.
Hameen's pov~
Kya bemisaal waqt hai,
Jo guzarne ka naam nhi le Raha,
Chahta hun woh guzar jaaye,
Par har chahtein poori hojaye yeh jaruri nahin.
Us pehlu ko samjhna mushkil tha,
Jab humne woh manzar dekhe the mahinon pehle,
Aaj jab khudpe aayi hai toh,
Samjhte hai kya guzri hogi un par.
Zare se kya puchna hai,
Mitti se pucho,
Jisne banaya hai,
Wahi wapis bula leta hai.
Maut ki chahat nhi humein,
Par waqt humein uske darwaze le hi jaata hai,
Gunehgaar ho ya na ho,
Ek waqt bhi aata hai jab Naik insaan ko bhi gunehgaar bana diya jaata hai.
Us farishte ki baat na Karo,
Jo kal aaya tha mere paas,
Meri haal puchta reh gaya,
Aur main kahin aur hi kho gaya.
Woh zamane bhi kya hi yaad rakhenge humein,
Hum toh na Aaj kisi ke hai,
Na kal kisi ke honge,
Jo apne the woh bhi nahi rahe,
Ab kya hi umeed hai kisi se.
Hameen's pov ends~
To be continued>>>
© Shines
