Nikah ko kuch aur mahine beet gaye.
Ab Ania pehle se kaafi badal chuki thi.
Uske chehre par ab kabhi-kabhi sachchi muskurahat bhi dikhne lagi thi.
Aur us muskurahat ki wajah sirf ek thi...
Aayan.
Aayan ne kabhi Ania se mohabbat ka izhaar zabardasti nahi karwaya.
Na hi kabhi usse shikayat ki.
Woh bas har din apne pyaar se ye yakeen dilata raha...
Ki har rishta bharose se banta hai.
Ek raat dono chhat par baithe the.
Halki-halki hawa chal rahi thi.
Aayan ne aasman ki taraf dekhte hue poocha—
Aayan: "Ania... ek baat poochun?"
Ania: "Ji..."
Aayan: "Kya tum ab bhi apne past ko yaad karti ho?"
Ania kuch der tak khamosh rahi.
Phir dheere se boli—
Ania: "Yaadein to aati hain..."
"Lekin ab unmein pehle jaisa dard nahi hota."
Aayan muskura diya.
Aayan: "Aur... mere liye tumhare dil mein kya hai?"
Ye sawaal sunkar Ania sharma gayi.
Usne nazrein jhuka li.
Ania: "Pata nahi..."
"Lekin itna zaroor jaanti hoon..."
"Aapke bina ab ghar adhoora lagta hai."
Ye sunkar Aayan ke chehre par muskurahat aa gayi.
Usne bas itna kaha—
"Mere liye itna hi kaafi hai."
Us raat Ania ne pehli baar dil se Allah ka shukr ada kiya.
Usse laga...
Shayad uski zindagi mein khushiyan bhi likhi thi.
Lekin...
Khushiyon ka ye safar zyada lamba na chal saka.
Kuch dino baad ek raat Aayan ko achanak seene mein bahut tez dard hone laga.
Uski saansein tez chalne lagi.
Ania ghabra gayi.
Ania: "Aayan! Kya hua? Aap theek hain?"
Aayan dard se karahte hue bola—
"Hospital... jaldi..."
Poora ghar ghabra gaya.
Sab milkar Aayan ko hospital le gaye.
Hospital pahunchte hi doctors ne turant uska check-up shuru kar diya.
Kuch der baad doctor bahar aaye.
Doctor Salim: "Filhaal unki tabiyat stable hai. Lekin kuch tests aur sonography karni hogi."
Aayan ne Ania ki taraf dekhkar muskurane ki koshish ki.
Aayan: "Sweetheart... tension mat lo."
"Sab theek ho jayega."
Ania ne uska haath mazbooti se pakad liya.
Uski aankhon mein aansu the.
Ania: "Mujhe dar lag raha hai..."
Aayan ne dheere se kaha—
"Jab tum mere saath ho... mujhe kisi cheez ka darr nahi."
Agle din saare tests ho gaye.
Reports lekar Aayan akela Doctor Salim ke cabin mein gaya.
Doctor ne report dekhte hi gehri saans li.
Doctor Salim: "Aayan..."
"Reports achhi nahi hain."
Aayan ka chehra ekdum serious ho gaya.
Aayan: "Kya hua, Doctor?"
Doctor ne dheere se kaha—
"Tumhare dil ki bimaari dobara laut aayi hai..."
"Is baar condition pehle se zyada serious hai."
"Jitni jaldi ho sake... heart transplant karwana hoga."
Ye sunte hi...
Aayan ke pairon tale zameen khisak gayi.
Uske zehan mein sirf ek hi chehra tha...
Ania.
Usne khud ko sambhala aur dheere se poocha—
"Mere paas kitna waqt hai...?"
Doctor ne khamoshi se uski taraf dekha.
Us khamoshi ne hi sab kuch keh diya.
To Be Continued...