Part 1: Jahan Rishton Mein Khamoshi Thi
Purani si colony ke kone wale ghar mein Ramesh Prasad rehta tha.
Ghar chhota tha, par us ghar ke andar khamoshi bahut badi thi. Aisi khamoshi jo cheekh-cheekh kar batati thi ki is ghar mein sab kuch theek nahi hai.
Ramesh ek seedha-saadha aadmi tha. Roz subah cycle uthakar shehar ke market jaata, wahan sabzi ki theli lagata. Din bhar logon ki bhid mein khada rehta, par shaam ko jab ghar laut-ta, toh use lagta jaise woh kisi anjaan jagah aa gaya ho.
Uski beti Pooja, jo college mein padh rahi thi, apne kamre mein band rehti. Dono baap-beti ke beech baatein kam, shikayatein zyada thi.
Pooja ko lagta tha uska baap use samajhta hi nahi.
Ramesh ko lagta tha uski beti usse izzat nahi karti.
Deewar ke us paar, bilkul bagal wale ghar mein Sarla Devi rehti thi apne bete Aman ke saath. Sarla ek akeli maa thi, jo silai-kadhai karke ghar chalati thi. Aman 20 saal ka tha—tez dimaag, par galat raaste par chalne laga tha.
Maa-beta ke beech bhi har roz jhagda hota. Sarla use samjhati, "Padh le beta, warna zindagi bahut kathin hoti hai."
Aman gusse mein bolta, "Maa, aapko duniya ka kya pata? Aaj kal sirf mehnat se kuch nahi hota."
Is colony mein log ek-doosre ki zindagi deewaron ke paar se dekhte the. Aur sabse zyada nazar rakhta tha Shambhu—parosi.
Shambhu ko log "muh-phat" kehte the, par asal mein woh mauke ka shikari tha. Jahan do logon ke beech darar dekhta, wahi apna faida dhoondhta.
Usne dekh liya tha ki Ramesh aur Pooja ke beech rishta kamzor hai.
Usne yeh bhi samajh liya tha ki Sarla aur Aman ke beech roz tension rehti hai.
Shambhu ke liye yeh dono ghar khaali zameen jaise the—jahan woh apni saazish ki beej bo sakta tha.
Ek shaam jab Ramesh ghar ke bahar chabootre par baitha tha, Shambhu uske paas aa baitha.
"Ramesh bhaiya," woh banawati hamdardi se bola, "aaj kal beti bahut upar udd rahi hai. College jaati hai, doston ke saath ghoomti hai… zamana kharab hai. Thoda sambhal ke rakhna chahiye."
Ramesh ke mann mein pehle se hi chhupi hui chinta ne is baat ko zehar ki tarah pee liya.
Us raat jab Pooja der se ghar aayi, Ramesh ne bina pooche, bina samjhe us par gussa utaar diya.
"Tumhe sharm nahi aati? Log kya kahenge?"
Pooja ki aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye.
"Log? Aap hamesha logon ke baare mein sochte ho. Kabhi mere baare mein bhi socha hai?"
Aur woh apna darwaza zor se band karke roti hui andar chali gayi.
Deewar ke us paar Sarla bhi ro rahi thi.
Shambhu uske paas bhi pahunch chuka tha.
"Sarla behen, tumhara Aman din bhar bekaar ladkon ke saath ghoomta rehta hai. Kal maine use gali ke kone par kisi se paise lete dekha. Tum sambhalo use, warna kal ko police ke chakkar mein pad jaoge."
Sarla ka dil kaanp utha.
Us raat jab Aman ghar aaya, maa ka gussa phoot pada.
Aman ne bhi teekhi zubaan mein jawab diya.
Baatein itni badh gayi ki Aman ghar chhod kar raat ko hi bahar nikal gaya.
Aur is tarah, do gharon ke rishton mein pehli baar itni gehri daraar padi, ki uski awaaz deewar ke us paar tak goonj uthi.
Shambhu apne ghar ke andhere kamre mein baithkar muskuraya.
Use lag raha tha jaise usne sirf baatein nahi ki,
balki do parivaron ki zindagi ke raaste hi mod diye hon.
Part -2:
Great 👍
Toh hum hopeful ending ke saath poori emotional story complete karenge. Ab main Part 2 likh raha hoon. (Is pace par 3–4 parts mein tumhari 5000+ words ki full story ready ho jaayegi.)
Part 2: Jab Mushkilein Darwaze Par Aayi
Aman us raat ghar nahi lauta.
Sarla poori raat darwaze ke paas baithi rahi. Har aahat par uth kar dekhti—shayad beta aa gaya ho. Par subah ho gayi, aur Aman ka koi pata nahi.
Udhar Ramesh ke ghar mein bhi subah ajeeb si thi.
Pooja bina kuch bole college ke liye nikal gayi. Uski aankhen suji hui thi—raat bhar roti rahi thi.
Ramesh use jaate hue dekh kar kuch kehna chahta tha, par uski zubaan jaise jam si gayi.
Colony ke bahar Shambhu apni chai ki dukaan par baitha dono gharon ki halat par nazar rakhe hue tha.
Use lag raha tha jaise uska boya hua zehar dheere-dheere asar dikha raha ho.
Aman ka Girna
Aman raat ko apne ek dost ke yahan ruka. Wahan usse pata chala ki "asli paisa" kaise kamaya jaata hai—galat raaston se.
Pehle chhote-mote kaam, phir dheere-dheere bada jua, sutta, aur udhaar.
Use laga ab maa ke taane nahi sunne padenge.
Par use yeh nahi pata tha ki galat raaste jaldi paisa dete hain, par zindagi cheen lete hain.
Do din baad Aman thaka-haara ghar aaya.
Sarla ne use gale lagana chaha, par Aman ne gusse mein kaha,
"Bas maa, mujhe lecture mat do. Main theek hoon."
Maa ke dil par jaise chot lagi. Par woh chup rahi—kyunki usse beta khone ka dar tha.
Pooja ka Tootna
College mein Pooja ka mann padhai mein nahi lag raha tha.
Uske dost poochte, "Kya hua?"
Woh bas muskura kar taal deti.
Ek din uski fees jama karne ki last date aa gayi.
Ghar ki halat theek nahi thi. Ramesh ne theli lagane ke liye udhaar liya hua tha.
Pooja ne himmat karke baap se baat ki,
"Papa, fees…"
Ramesh ka gussa phir bhadak utha,
"Hamesha paise! Tumhe pata bhi hai main kitni mehnat karta hoon?"
Pooja chup chaap apna bag uthakar kamre mein chali gayi.
Us din usne pehli baar socha—
"Shayad main is ghar par bojh hoon."
Shambhu ka Asli Chehra
Shambhu ne mauka dekh kar Ramesh ko "asaani se paisa" kamane ka raasta dikhaya.
"Bhaiya, ek scheme hai. Thode paise laga do, double ho jaayenge."
Ramesh, jo beti ki fees aur ghar ke kharch se pareshaan tha, maan gaya.
Woh nahi jaanta tha ki Shambhu usse dheere-dheere dhokhe ke jaal mein phansa raha hai.
Udhar Shambhu ne Aman ko bhi "shortcut" bataya.
"Jawaani mein mehnat kyun? Mere saath kaam karega toh paisa hi paisa."
Aman ko laga usse finally koi samajhne wala mil gaya.
Aur Sarla?
Woh deewar ke us paar se sab dekh rahi thi—par sach nahi.
Usse bas itna pata tha ki uska beta haath se nikal raha hai, aur Ramesh bhaiya ki halat bhi din-ba-din kharab ho rahi hai.
Struggle Ka Andhera
Kuch hi mahino mein dono parivaaron par mushkilein toot padi.
Ramesh apni jama-punji Shambhu ko de chuka tha—aur ab Shambhu gaayab.
Aman galat logon ke chakkar mein padkar pehli baar police ke haathon pakda gaya—chhota sa case tha, par izzat par daag lag gaya.
Sarla thak chuki thi.
Ramesh andar se toot chuka tha.
Aur Pooja chup chaap apne kamre mein baith kar khud se lad rahi thi.
Deewar ke dono taraf andhera tha.
Par kahin na kahin, is andhere ke beech ek chhoti si roshni paida ho rahi thi—
sach ki roshni.
Part 3: Sach Ki Pehli Kiran
Ramesh ko jab pata chala ki Shambhu jahan kaam karta tha, wahan se bhi woh "scheme" waala aadmi gayab ho chuka hai, toh uske pairon tale zameen khisak gayi.
Jo paise usne saalon mein jode the—sab ek jhatke mein chale gaye.
Us raat Ramesh ghar aaya toh Pooja ne pehli baar apne baap ko rote hue dekha.
Woh chup chaap uske paas baith gayi.
Dono ke beech koi shabd nahi the—par khamoshi pehli baar bojh nahi, saath lag rahi thi.
"Pooja…" Ramesh ki awaaz bharra gayi,
"Main tumhara dushman nahi hoon. Par kabhi-kabhi darr mujhe galat bana deta hai."
Pooja ki aankhon se aansu beh nikle.
"Papa, mujhe paise se zyada… aapka bharosa chahiye."
Woh raat, baap-beti ke beech pehli baar deewar thodi si toot gayi.
Udhar Sarla police station ke chakkar kaat-kaat kar thak chuki thi.
Aman chhota case hone ke baad chhoot gaya tha, par uska hausla toot chuka tha.
Use pehli baar samajh aaya ki jis raaste ko woh "asaani" samajh raha tha, woh asal mein andheri gali thi.
"Maa, mujhe maaf kar do," Aman ne Sarla ke pair chhoo liye.
Sarla ne use seene se laga liya.
"Beta, maa ke liye beta galat ho hi nahi sakta. Bas raasta galat tha."
Parosi Ka Parda Faash
Colony ke kuch logon ko dheere-dheere samajh aane laga tha ki Shambhu ke saath kuch toh gadbad hai.
Ramesh aur Sarla ne apni-apni baat ek-doosre se share ki.
Tab jaakar dono ko ehsaas hua ki dono ke saath ek hi aadmi ne khel khela hai.
Sarla ne kaha,
"Ramesh bhaiya, hum dono alag-alag ro rahe the… par dard ek hi hai."
Ramesh ne pehli baar mehsoos kiya ki deewar ke us paar rehne wali yeh aurat bhi uski tarah hi majboor hai.
Dono ne milkar colony ke kuch bharosemand logon ko sach bataya.
Pata chala Shambhu ne aur bhi logon se paise liye the.
Logon ne milkar use dhoondhna shuru kiya.
Ek din khabar mili ki Shambhu paas ke shehar mein kisi aur ko bhi "scheme" bech raha hai.
Ramesh aur Sarla ne himmat karke police ko inform kiya.
Is baar Shambhu bhaag nahi paya.
Uski chalti hui dukaan, uski chai ki ketli—sab band ho gaya.
Naya Safar
Shambhu pakda gaya, par Ramesh ke paise poore wapas nahi mile.
Nuksaan ho chuka tha.
Par is nuksaan ke beech dono parivaaron ne ek naya rishta bana liya tha—ek-doosre ka saath.
Ramesh ne Sarla se kaha,
"Hum dono ki mushkilein alag-alag nahi hain. Chaho toh milkar kuch shuru karein."
Sarla ne socha—
Kya ho agar dono milkar chhoti si canteen khol lein?
Ramesh sabzi la sakta tha, Sarla khana bana sakti thi, Aman delivery kar sakta tha.
Aman ko pehli baar mehsoos hua ki us par bharosa kiya ja raha hai.
Pooja ne college ke saath-saath canteen ke accounts sambhalne ka zimma le liya.
Yeh shuruaat chhoti thi…
Par umeed badi thi
Part-4 (give me your support and be ready for next part)