One
Kiss
A
thin line between hatred & love
“Char
meine! Char meine se yeh ladki yahin hain. But no more, aaj raat uski
akri raat honi chaye barkat villa mein. Do you understand?”
“Chill
mom, I've promised you, right? So just relax. Aaj raat aap befikr se
sojaye.. kyunki kar sube se pehle iss mamu ki bhanji apna saman pak
karke, bhopal ki flight mein hogi.”
“Lekin...”
“Aare..
kahan na, just chill.. sab kuch set hai.. Iss party ke baad wo mujhse
itni nafrat karogi, ke wo mujhe bye kheine tak bhi nahi rokogi, jaise
humne plan kiya tha.”
“I
hope ke hamara yeh plan kam karde.”
“Kam
karega mom.. Agar Aliya iss ghar se bhag na jaee, to mera naam bhi
Zain Abdullah nahin hai!
“Lekin
Kyun? Kyun aap yehi rehna chati? Yeh log apko deserve hi nahin
kalte!... Please maan jaaye na Appi, aap mere saath Bhopal wapas
chaliye naa.. hamare ghar, ammi abu ke paas..”
“Nahin
ayat! Main kahin nahin jaoongi.. Nikah kiya meine Zain se.. Wo
shauhar hain mera.. aur yeh pariwaar mera ghar.. Mein apni in rishton
zaroor nibahoongi!”
“Appi
aap samajte kyun nahin hain, Zain jeeju iss rishte kabhi accept nahin
karega. Char meine ho chuki, lekin thir bhi, wo kitne rudely apse
baat karte hai. Aur mami, pyar se to nahin, kamse kam izzat se baat
karsakti wo.”
“yeh
nikah ek samjaunta tha... aur Zain aur Mami yeh sab accept karne ke
liye, thoda waqt to lagega hi na! Par ammi, abu aur mamu ke liye,
mujhe zain aur mami ke narazgi maanzoor hai.”
“Appi!”
“Nafrat
ko Nafrat Nahin, Sirf Pyar Mita Sakta Hai, yeh
mamu kehte hai.”
