Us raat Neha ghar nahi gayi. Wo shehar ke purane bridge par ja kar khadi ho gayi, jahan niche nadi ka shor uske andar ke shor ko daba raha tha. Baarish phir se shuru ho gayi thi—bilkul 15 saal pehle ki us raat jaisi.
"Bheegh jaogi toh bimar pad jaogi, aur phir tumhara ilaj kaun karega?" ek gehri awaaz aayi.
Neha ne mud kar dekha. Wo Aryan tha, wahi purana dost jo use kuch din pehle mila tha. Wo ek bada chhata liye khada tha. Neha ne kuch nahi kaha, bas wapas nadi ki taraf dekhne lagi.
"Maine suna hospital mein kya hua," Aryan ne dhire se kaha. "Golu ki yaad aa rahi hai na?"
Neha ki siskari nikal gayi. "Aryan, 15 saal beet gaye, par main aaj bhi wahi khadi hoon. Mujhe laga doctor ban kar main us karz ko utaar doongi, par aaj lag raha hai jaise main kabhi jeet hi nahi sakti."
Aryan ne chhata uske sar par kiya aur kaha, "Neha, tum khuda nahi ho, sirf ek insaan ho. Aur ek insaan ki sabse badi taqat uski haar nahi, balki dobara khade hone ki himmat hoti hai. Golu tumse naraaz nahi hoga, wo toh khush hoga ki uski behen ne kitne aur bhaiyon ki jaan bachayi hai."
Ush raat ki baarish mein, Aryan ki baaton ne Neha ke zakhmon par marham ka kaam kiya. Par kya Neha dobara wahi doctor ban payegi, ya ye haadsa use hamesha ke liye badal dega?