Arman ke jaane me ab sirf ek week reh gaya tha।
Aisha ko har din thoda ajeeb lag रहा था।
Pehle library jaana ek normal routine tha…
lekin ab har visit special lagne laga tha।
Jaise time fast ho raha ho।
Us din bhi Aisha library pahunchi।
Arman already wahan baitha hua tha।
Jaise hi Aisha andar aayi, Arman ne usse dekh kar smile ki।
"Tum aaj jaldi aa gayi," usne kaha।
Aisha bhi uske saamne baith gayi।
"Ab toh roz jaldi aaungi," usne halki si smile ke saath kaha।
Arman ne mazaak me pucha—
"Why? Taaki mujhe bore kar sako?"
Aisha hass padi।
"Exactly."
Dono kuch der tak normal baatein karte rahe।
Lekin dono ko pata tha ki time limited hai।
Thodi der baad Arman ne table par ek chhota sa packet rakha।
Aisha ne surprise ho kar pucha—
"Yeh kya hai?"
Arman ne kaha—
"Open karke dekho।"
Aisha ne packet khola।
Andar ek simple blue pen tha।
Aisha thodi confused ho gayi।
"Pen?"
Arman ne smile ki।
"Haan."
"Tum writer ho na… toh writer ke paas ek special pen hona chahiye।"
Aisha ne pen ko dhyan se dekha।
Woh koi expensive gift nahi tha।
Lekin us moment us pen ki value Aisha ke liye bahut zyada thi।
"Thank you," Aisha ne softly kaha।
Arman ne casually kaha—
"Ab jab bhi tum letters likhogi… yeh pen use karna।"
Aisha ne mazaak me pucha—
"Aur agar pen kho gaya toh?"
Arman ne turant kaha—
"Phir naya pen le lena… lekin letters likhna mat band karna।"
Aisha thodi emotional ho gayi।
Usne topic change karne ki koshish ki।
"Waise tumhari packing ho gayi?"
Arman ne sigh ki।
"Half."
"Mom already stress me hain।"
Aisha ne pucha—
"Tumhe jaana achha lag raha hai?"
Arman kuch seconds tak silent raha।
Phir usne honestly kaha—
"Mixed feeling hai।"
"New place interesting hoga… lekin kuch cheezein miss bhi hongi।"
Aisha ne slowly pucha—
"Jaise?"
Arman ne seedha jawab diya—
"Library."
Phir usne Aisha ki taraf dekha।
"…aur tum।"
Aisha ka face thoda red ho gaya।
Usne quickly diary nikali taaki Arman uska reaction notice na kare।
"Main ek letter likhne wali hoon," Aisha ne kaha।
Arman hass pada।
"Again?"
Aisha ne pen uthaya।
Aur Arman ka diya hua blue pen use kiya।
Usne page par likha—
"Dear Arman…"
Arman ne curious ho kar pucha—
"Is letter me kya likhogi?"
Aisha ne mazaak me kaha—
"Secret."
Arman ne fake disappointment dikhaya।
"Unfair."
Aisha ne writing continue ki।
"Yeh last week hai."
"Aur mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ki time itna fast kyun ja raha hai."
"Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai ki agar main aur letters likh loon… toh shayad time slow ho jaye."
Aisha ne pen rok diya।
Usne page band kar diya।
Arman ne pucha—
"Complete?"
Aisha ne sir hilaya।
"Half."
Library band hone ka time ho gaya tha।
Dono bahar nikle।
Bahar thandi hawa chal rahi thi।
Aisha ko suddenly realize hua—
Har din ab countdown jaisa hai।
Aur uske paas Arman ke saath sirf kuch hi moments bache hain।
Shayad…
Yeh last week unki story ka most important part banne wala tha।
To be continued…