Hum Dono Aur Sunday Ki Subah – Ek Pyaar Bhari Romantic Love Story in Hindi

Sunday ki subah hamesha dheemi hoti hai. Jaise waqt bhi aaj jaldi mein nahi hota. Us din bhi aisa hi tha. Khidki se aati dhoop parde par halki si lakeerein bana rahi thi, aur bahar kahin door se chai ke ubalne ki khushboo aa rahi thi.

Main bed par karvat badal kar jaaga hi tha ki uska message aaya—
“Uth gaye?”

Maine muskurate hue reply kiya—
“Tumhare bina Sunday ka matlab hi kya.”

Thodi der baad woh aayi. Safed kurti, khule baal, aur chehre par wohi sukoon jo sirf uske saath hone se mehsoos hota tha. Darwaza band hua, aur kamra jaise aur zyada apna ho gaya.

“Chai?” maine poocha.
“Sirf agar tum bana rahe ho,” usne aankhon mein shararat liye kaha.

Chai banate waqt woh kitchen ke darwaze par khadi mujhe dekh rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi bas dekhna hi kaafi hota hai—bolna zaroori nahi. Chai ke do cup, aur hum balcony mein aa gaye.

Neeche sadak par zindagi chal rahi thi, par hamare liye waqt ruk sa gaya tha. Woh cup dono haathon se pakad kar peeti, jaise thand se nahi, kisi yaad se khud ko bachana ho.

“Kuch kehna hai?” maine poocha.
Usne meri taraf dekha, phir nazrein jhuka li.
“Bas… yeh lamha yaad rakhna chahti hoon.”

Maine uska haath pakad liya. Uski ungliyan thodi thandi thi, par ehsaas poora garam.
“Yeh lamha nahi jayega,” maine dheere se kaha, “yeh toh hum ban raha hai.”

Woh hans di—woh hansi jo seedha dil tak jaati hai. Phir achanak serious ho gayi.
“Tumhe dar nahi lagta?”
“Kis baat ka?”
“Itna kareeb hone ka.”

Maine uski aankhon mein dekha. “Dar lagta hai… par tumhare bina aur zyada.”

Sunday ki subah dheere dheere dopahar ban rahi thi. Hum bed par baith gaye, peeth deewar se tikaye. Woh mera kandha bana kar baithi, aur main uske baalon se khel raha tha. TV chal raha tha, par hum dono kisi aur hi kahani mein the.

“Yaad hai pehli baar mile the?” usne poocha.
“Tum late thi,” maine chhedte hue kaha.
“Tum nervous the,” usne turant jawab diya.

Hum dono hans pade. Pehli mulaqat se le kar aaj tak, kitni baatein bina kahe hi keh di thi humne.

Usne achanak mera chehra apni taraf ghumaya.
“Tum jaante ho, mujhe tumse pyaar kyun hua?”
“Kyunk i main handsome hoon?”
Usne halka sa thappad maara. “Nahi. Kyunki tum sunte ho. Bina judge kiye.”

Maine uske maathe par pyaar se kiss kiya. Woh pal, woh khamoshi—jaise poori duniya bas hum dono mein simat gayi ho.

Dopahar ko humne maggi banayi, thodi jal gayi, par phir bhi sabse tasty lagi. Shaam tak humne purane gaane sune, kuch sapne bole, kuch darr share kiye.

Suraj dhalne laga tha. Sunday apne ant ki taraf ja raha tha.
“Mujhe jaana hoga,” usne dheere se kaha.
Maine kuch nahi kaha, bas uska haath thoda aur zor se pakad liya.

Darwaze par woh ruki.
“Kal se phir wahi routine,” usne kaha.
“Haan,” maine muskurate hue kaha, “par Sunday ki subah toh humari hi rahegi.”

Usne mujhe gale laga liya—mazboot, sachcha, aur poora.
“Hum dono,” usne kaan ke paas kaha, “aur Sunday ki subah.”

Darwaza band hua, par kamra khaali nahi laga. Kyunki pyaar kabhi sirf saath hone se nahi hota—woh yaadon, lamhon, aur waadon mein zinda rehta hai.

Aur mujhe pata tha, agla Sunday phir aayega…
usi dhoop, usi chai, aur usi mohabbat ke saath. ❤️