小さな都会の茶店の静かな夕べのベンチ

Ek shehar tha jahan shaam hamesha thodi udaas lagti thi. Usi shehar mein Ayaan aur Meher mile the—bilkul achanak. Ek chhoti si chai ki dukaan par. Ayaan chup-sa rehne wala ladka tha, aur Meher… hamesha muskurane wali. Pehle baatein hui, phir aadat ban gayi. Roz milna, chhoti-chhoti baaton par hasna, aur bina kahe sab samajh lena. Kab dosti pyaar mein badal gayi, pata hi nahi chala. Ayaan ke liye Meher uski duniya ban chuki thi, aur Meher ke liye Ayaan sukoon. Lekin pyaar har baar mukammal nahi hota. Meher ke ghar walon ne uski shaadi kahin aur tay kar di. Usne bahut koshish ki samjhane ki, lekin har baar ek hi jawab mila— “Pyaar se ghar nahi chalta.” Us raat Meher roti rahi, aur Ayaan… bas khamosh raha. Usne Meher ka haath pakad kar sirf itna kaha, “Khush rehna… chahe mere bina.” Aakhri mulaqat mein dono kuch keh na sake. Aankhon mein aansu the, lekin hont chup. Meher chali gayi, aur Ayaan wahi reh gaya—usi chai ki dukaan par, usi bench par, jahan pyaar shuru hua tha. Aaj bhi Ayaan roz wahan baithta hai. Do chai mangwata hai. Ek apne liye… aur ek us pyaar ke liye jo adhoora reh gaya 💔😔