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This story is not true story and dialogues are written in Hindi.... And the story cover pic is made by me... Kaisa hai?

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We can see a couple getting married. The boy is smirking happily that his plan got successful.
Whereas, the girl is seen depressed, sad and gloomy. She has an emotionless expression on her face.

They were our BEHIR.

They got married successfully without interruption.
No one was present in their marriage except both and the priest.

As soon as the marriage completed, Mahir lifted Bela in his arms and proceeded towards their room.

Bela was continuously protesting to leave her, but Mahir was adamant.

Soon they reached their room and Mahir laid her on the bed.

She got up from the bed and ran from the room crying badly.

Mahir failed to stop her and started following her.

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After a journey of 15 minutes,

It was night.Bela reached a dark, lonely place. She was unknown of the fact that Mahir was following her.

Bela was searching for something and finally, she found it.

She went there and laid her head on a GRAVEYARD.
Yes, she came to a cemetery.

She went to a particular coffin which was inscribed as VIKRANT MALHOTRA.

She cried her heart out. Mahir was watching her from a distance.

Bela: Kyu Vikrant? Kyu tum mujhe chodke chale gaye? Kya karu mein idhar? Koi nahi tha mera tumhare siva. Kyu rahu main idhar? Tum bhi mere wajah se chale gaye. Saari meri hi galti hai. Main tumse maafi mangti hun, par please, aa jao na wapis. Please. Main kaise rahu? Agar tumne mujhse promise nahi liya hota to na main ye shaadi karti aur nahi main is duniya mein rehti. Kyun kiya aisa? Kam se kam apne saath to le chalte. Khushi khushi rehte ham waha. Apni duniya mein. I love you, Vikrant.

Mahir was silently listening till now, but when Bela said I love you to Vikrant, his blood boiled.

He went near her and tightly gripped on her hand and made her stand.

Mahir: Kya kar rahi ho tum yaha? Nahi raha tumhara ashiq. Tum usse pyaar karti ho? Bolo, usse pyaar karti ho?

Bela: Ha, karti hun. Bahot pyaar karti hun.

Mahir: 'Nahi karti' bolo warna anjaam bure honge.

Bela: Nahi bolungi! Kya karoge?

Mahir: Ab to tumhe apna banana hi padega.

Bela shivered at the thought. She scared a lot. She had a fear what if he....

Bela: Na..nahi... Ple...plea...please. Nahi... Ai..aisa mat...ka...karo. Kya...chah...chahte....ho...tu..tum?!

She was hell scared. She knew he can do anything if he wants.

Mahir: Pehle ghar chalo aur rona band karo.

But Bela was still sniffing.

Both went to home and then, proceeded towards their room. In this while, Bela made herself strong. She became an angry bird.

Bela: Batao, Kya chahte ho?Kyu ho mere piche? Kyu...(Angrily)

Mahir: Batata hun. Sab batata hun. Pehle suhaagraat to hone do.

Bela: Bilkul bhi nahi. Tumhare jaise ghatiya aadmi se shaadi karne se accha mar hi jati.

Mahir started coming close to Bela. As soon as he was about to kiss her, when Bela slapped him tightly with full force of his left cheek.

Bela: Tumne kaha tha ki tum mujhse pyaar karte ho. Ek baar maan lete hai ki tumhara pyaar saccha hai. Par, pyaar haasil nahi kiya ja sakta, use apnaya jata hai. Tumne pyaar ke khatir kya kiya? Tumne mujhe pyaar diya hain.

Mahir: Maine kab....

Bela: VIKRANT KO TUMNE HI MARA HAI.... Kyu? Kyunki hum dono ek dusre se pyaar karte the. Pyaar pata bhi hai kya hota hai? Yeh tumhara pyaar nahi hai... Yeh sirf ek paane ki cheez hai tumhare liye. Tumhara ye lust hai. Tumhare liye ye ek game hai, jaha jo mujhe apna banayega wo jeetega? Hai na? Aaj mere aur Vikrant ki shaadi thi. Tumne aaj hi ke din use maara. Mujhse saari khushiyan cheen li. Yeh kaise pyaar hai? Mujhe to nahi pata. Aisa pyaar to nafrat se kam nahi. Agar tum mujhse pyaar karte to aisa nahi karte. Pyaar karne wala khushiyan deta hai na ki cheenta hai. Aur ek baat yaad rakhna, na main tumse kabhi pyaar karungi aur nahi tumhe kabhi maaf karungi. Main Vikrant ka badla lungi. Tumhe tadpa-tadpa ke maut dungi. Yaad rakhna.

Bela stormed out from the room and went in the guest room. She cried remembering Vikrant and slept crying.

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Both used to ignore each other. Bela used to put all her anger, hatred and pain on Mahir. She used to hurt him daily, physically as well as mentally and emotionally. His chest and back were completely covered with nail-scratches, burn marks and cheeks covered with blue-black fingerprints.

He felt very bad for her. She was in great pain and he was the reason for it.
But, he knew one thing for sure, that his love for her is true and pure.

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After a week,

He approached Bela after gathering a lot of guts.

Mahir: Bela. (Softly)

Bela: Kya kar rahe ho? Kyu aaye ho? Pata hai na, mujhe nafrat he tumse, phir bhi kyu aate ho? Khud hurt hoke accha lagta hai kya? (With anger)

Mahir: Nahi lagta. (With tears)

Bela: Pata bhi hai, mujhpe kya biti hai? Mar gayi hun main. Nahi hu zinda. Ek zinda lash ki tarah jee rahi hu. Pyaar mein sach mein kurbaani deni padti hai. Mere liye Vikrant ko tumne kurbaan kiya. Ab kyu aaye ho muh uthake?

Mahir: Main kya karu jisse tumhara ye dard khatam hoga?

Bela: Mujhse bahot dur jao, ya phir mar jao. Mujhe bahot khushi hogi.

Mahir left and went to his room. He took his diary and started writing while tears flowing from his eyes.

After completion, he titled his written-work with 'The End'.

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Mahir drove his car to a faraway place. He intentionally, bumped his car into a tree with high force.
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Blood everywhere.... People screaming..... No heartbeat...... No breath...... Very still..... Lifeless.......

Some passers-by went to him, put him in an ambulance and went to 'City Hospital'.

Doctor declared him SPOT DEAD.

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As Mahir Sehgal was a business tycoon, the news spread all over the country.

Bela, too, watched it and rushed to 'City Hospital'.

She went near his body and smiled uncomfortably. Somewhere, she was happy that finally Vikrant's revenge was completed and also she would get rid of Mahir.

She performed his last rites in the church as she was the only family member of Mahir.

He was buried in the coffin.

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Bela went home and was happy after ages. Although, being happy, she felt a void in her heart.

She went in their room. Sorry, now only her.

She was going to washroom, when accidentally, she hit the table and Mahir's diary fell down.

She opened it and found a page named 'For Bela'. She found it interesting and started to read. This was the same page which was titled 'The End'.

[In brackets, it will contain Bela's replies and expressions for Mahir's letter]

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Dearest Bela,

I love you! (What a lie!)
Chahe maano ya na maano par main jooth nahi bol raha hun. (Bilkul nahi maanungi).

Ab to tum khush ho na?! Mujhe pata hai mere marne ke baad jaroor hogi. (Ise kaise pata ki ye marne wala hai? Kahi isne khudkhushi....).

Sahi socha. Yeh ek suicide hai. (What! I am getting restless).

Tumhi to chahti thi ki main mar jaun. I know tumne aise hi bola hoga but, maine seriously le liya. (Tears forming slowly).

Waise ek aur wajha thi suicide karne ki. (Kya.....???)

Chalo tumhe ek kahani sunata hu..(Is he mad? Is time par kahani?...)

Ye kahani ek raja aur rani ki hai...(Ye kya bacchon jaisi kahaani suna raha hai?....)

Ek minute ke liye apne dimaag me chalne wale saare thoughts ko baju mein rakhke meri baat suno...(Ok. Ab no more thoughts....)

Ek tha raja, ek thi rani. Dono ek dusre se bahot pyaar karte the. Mar- mitne wala pyaar. Usme ek villian aaya aur usne unke zindagi ko tabaah kar diya.
Wo villian rani se bahot pyaar karta tha. Same, mar- mitne wala. Par usko us raja ko marna nahi tha, use to sirf rani chahiye thi. Bahot pyaar tha na. Wo raja ke paas gaya aur rani ka haath manga. Par raja ne inkaar kar diya. Tabhi, raja ke ek dushman ne hamla kar diya. Usne raja ko chot pohchane ki koshish ki lekin us villian ne usko bacha liya. Iske badle, raja ne rani ko villian ke haathon sonp diya kyunki raja se bhi jyaada wo villian usse pyaar karta tha. Par badle me, usne villian ko kaha ki rani ko bata de ki usne raja ko maar diya.
Us villian ki to galti hi nahi thi. Par usne rani ko bahot hurt kiya unintentionally. Use rani ka dukh bardaash nahi hua isiliye usne khud ki jaan le li.
Kitna pyaar karta tha na villian rani se.

Ab bas us raja ke jagah Vikrant, rani ki jagah tum aur villian ki jagah main... Kya story thi na.... Vikrant zinda hai... Delhi main hai, roz phone karke tumhare bare mein poochta tha... Bahot pyaar karta hai... Chahe to uska phone number le sakti ho... Agle panne par hai...

Maine sirf tumhe isiliye hurt kiya taki tumhe yakin ho sake ki maine hi Vikram ko mara tha... Vikrant ne hi kaha tha aisa karne ke liye... Use bas yahi dekhna tha ki tum mujhse nafrat karke bhi main tumse pyaar karta hun ya nahi!... Waise mene to bahot pyaar kiya... Pata hai na???

Till this, Bela was crying like hell and back. Vigorously....

Agar mere hisaab se dekhogi to mein thoda selfish hu. Apne aap ko raja bana diya aur Vikrant ko hata diya... Ab meri Rani agar ro rahi hogi to please mat rona... Mein nahi hu tumhare aasu pochne ke liye...

Bela reminded how Mahir used to sneek in guest room, wipe her tears, kiss her forehead, say sorry, say goodnight and leave....

Hum sunte aaye hai, sab ki nani hamesha batati thi... Ek tha raja, ek thi rani... Dono mar gaye, khatam kahani... Par ye kahani abhi baki hai... Meri rani zinda hai aur wo zinda hi rahegi hamesha... Chahe to Vikrant ke paas laut bhi sakti ho...

Bas itna hi kehna tha. Aur apne aap ko hurt mat karna warna mujhse bura koi nahi hoga....

Last drawer main earpods rakhe hai... Ek gaana hai, sun lena....

I love you....

Dhyaan rakhna khudka.... Aur khush rehna hamesha....

Main hu tumhare sath, tumhara saya banke hamesha....

Bye.....

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Bela burst out crying badly, hardly, vigorously and everything. No word can describe her feelings....

She always thought that she's the only one going through the pain... But she never knew that he was going through her pain as well as his pain...

She cannot imagine how much he had cried, begged for love....

Slowly, shiveringly, she made her way to the drawer and took out the earpods and on the music...

Tum na hue mere to kya,

Hmm...

Tum na hue mere to kya,

Mein tumhara, mein tumhara, mein tumhara raha....

Mere chanda mein tumhara sitaara raha...

Rishta raha bas ret ka,
Ae samandar mein tumhara kinara raha....

Mein tumhara, mein tumhara, mein tumhara raha....

Tum na hue mere to kya............

Tu hi pehli guzaarish, hasrat bhi tu aakhari....

Mahi meri maseeh marzi bata kya teri......

Main tumhara, main tumhara, main tumhara raha....

Mere chanda mein tumhara sitaara raha....

Main jaarhon ke mahine ki tarah, aur tum ho pashmine ki tarah.....

Main deewaron ki tarah ho, tum jaise ho dareecha....

Main bageecha jo tumne seencha...

Tum na hue mere to kya....

Hmmm....

Tum na rahe mere to kya....

Main tumhara, main tumhara, main tumhara raha......

Mere chanda mein tumhara sitaara raha.....

Rishta raha bas ret ka,
Ae samandar mein tumhara kinara raha....

Main tumhara, main tumhara, main tumhara raha..........

Bela listened to the song peacefully and lived her life for Mahir.....

She always used to talk to Mahir's pictures and cry with them, sleep with them, eat with them, everything with them... She loved him with no ends.......... And she would always do till her death arrives to take her to her Mahir... Uska Raja... Aur waha jake dono apni kahani firse jiyenge sath sath.......❤❤❤❤❤

THE END

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It took half of my day to write such a big one shot.... I cried while writing....

I am crying now too....

Bas hota hai hamesha.... Emotional hu na....

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Love you all.....

Bye....

The crying writer
-AditiTheGreat 💔

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