Ek ladki thi—phool si komal.

Dil mein pyaar tha, rishton ko nibhane ki chaahat thi aur ek shaant, khoobsurat ghar basaane ka sapna tha.

Ek arranged marriage ke rishte mein uski mulaqat ek ladke se hui.

Ring exchange ke waqt dono ne pehli baar ek-doosre ko dekha… aur ek-doosre ko pasand kiya.

Us pal dono ko laga tha—

“Shayad yahi mera humsafar hai.”

Lekin zindagi pehli mulaqat jitni khoobsurat nahi thi.

Shaadi ke baad us ladki ko dheere-dheere mehsoos hua ki jis ladke ko usne pasand kiya tha, uske andar ek patthar jaisa kathorpan tha.

Baat-baat par ego, jhooth, gussa aur apne ahankaar ko rishte se zyada importance dena—inn sabne unke beech ki narmi khatam kar di.

Dono ke beech aksar ladaai hone lagi.

Ek-doosre ko samajhne ke bajay, dono ek-doosre se door hote gaye.

Aur jab dono ko ek-doosre ke parents bhi pasand nahi aaye, toh parivaar ki uljhanein bhi unke rishte ke beech aane lagi.

Ladki rishte ko bachane ki koshish karti rahi.

Lekin phool kitna bhi komal kyun na ho, woh patthar ko phool nahi bana sakta.

Dheere-dheere usse samajh aaya ki woh shaadi mein jee nahi rahi thi—

woh bas survive kar rahi thi.

Ek din usne khud se kaha—

“Maine use pasand kiya tha, lekin main uske saath apni poori zindagi nahi jee sakti.”

Shayad unki pehli pasand jhoothi nahi thi.

Woh pal sach tha.

Lekin har sachchi pasand ka anjaam saath hona zaroori nahi.

Isliye woh chali gayi.

Aur aaj woh apne ghar mein hai—

safe, peaceful aur apne aap ke kareeb.

Kyunki kabhi-kabhi kisi kahani ka sabse khoobsurat ant hota hai—

“Woh ek-doosre ko pasand karte the,

lekin ek-doosre ke liye bane nahi the.

Isliye woh alag ho gaye…

aur ladki ne aakhirkaar khud ko chun liya.” 🌷