Hum The Par Kismat Nahi Thi – Adhoori Mohabbat – Sad Love Story in Hindi

Raat halki si bheegi thi. Hawa mein mitti ki khushboo thi aur dil mein kuch purana sa dard. Kabir terrace ke kone par khada shehar ki roshniyon ko dekh raha tha. Haath mein woh chhoti si chandi ki ring thi… jo kabhi Meera ne mazaak mein uski ungli mein pehna di thi.

“Abhi tak sambhal ke rakhi hai?”
peeche se dheemi si awaaz aayi.

Kabir ne palat kar dekha. Meera saamne thi. Saalon baad bhi uska chehra waise hi narm tha… bas muskaan thodi kam ho gayi thi.

“Isse fek deta to shayad khud ko bhi fek deta,” Kabir ne halka sa muskurate hue kaha.
“Tum kaise ho, Meera?”

“Thik hoon,” usne aadat wali muskurahat ke saath kaha,
“tum?”

Kabir ne sar jhuka kar kaha,
“Tumhare jaane ke baad insaan thoda thoda reh jaata hai… main bhi utna hi reh gaya.”

Hawa tez chalne lagi. Meera ne dupatta sambhala, par uski nazar Kabir se nahi hatti.

“Yaad hai tum keh rahe the,” Meera boli,
“agar kabhi bichhad gaye… to ek din achanak milenge zaroor.”

Kabir dheere se hans pada,
“Haan… par maine yeh nahi socha tha ke itna dard lekar milenge.”

Dono chup ho gaye. Neeche sadak par gaadiyon ki awaaz chal rahi thi, par terrace par sirf unki saansen sunai de rahi thi.

“Shaadi…” Kabir ne lafz rok kar poocha,
“khush ho na?”

Meera ne aasman ki taraf dekha.
“Khush rehna seekh liya hai… farz nibhana bhi.”

Kabir ki aankhon mein nami aa gayi.
“Main tumhe bhoolne ki acting karta raha… par dil ko acting nahi aati.”

Meera ki palkein bhar gayi.
“Main tumhe chhodna nahi chahti thi Kabir… par ghar walon ke saamne tumhe chunne ki himmat bhi nahi thi. Shayad main kamzor thi.”

“Tum kamzor nahi thi,” Kabir ne turant kaha,
“bas main tumhari zindagi ka asaan faisla nahi tha.”

Meera ki aankh se aansu gir gaya.
“Tum meri zindagi ka sabse sahi faisla the… bas meri kismat ka nahi.”

Kabir ne haath mein pakdi ring ko zor se band kar liya.

“Sach bataun?” Meera dheere se boli,
“Main aaj bhi jab barish hoti hai na… to automatically tumhari yaad aa jaati hai. Kyunki tum hamesha kehte the — barish mein duniya sach bolti hai.”

Kabir ki awaaz bharra gayi,
“Main aaj bhi jab dua karta hoon… tumhara naam aata hai. Phir yaad aata hai… tum meri nahi ho.”

Hawa aur thandi ho gayi. Raat aur gehri.

“Chalo mujhe jaana hoga,” Meera ne dheere se kaha.
“Der ho jayegi.”

Kabir ne usse roka nahi. Bas ek sawal poocha:

“Meera… agar us waqt sab theek hota… to kya tum mere saath hoti?”

Meera ne bina soche jawab diya:

“Main aaj bhi tumhare saath hoti… aur shayad hamesha rehti.”

Kabir ne aankhen band kar li. Us pal mein usne poori zindagi mehsoos kar li.

Meera mud kar chal di. Do kadam baad ruk kar usne dheere se kaha:

“Hum galat nahi the Kabir…
hum bas sahi waqt par paida nahi hue.”

Kabir ne halka sa muskurakar jawab diya:

“Isliye tum meri kahani ki sabse khoobsurat sachchai ho…
par meri zindagi ka hissa nahi.”