Incest Zaviyar: Arbab-e-Naseeb

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Is duniya mein har kisi ko apna raasta khud tay karna hota hai. Kuch log chandi ke chamach ke saath paida hote hain, jinka bohot saara ikhtiyaar aur uncha maqam hota hai, matlab yeh ke bina koi mehnat kiye woh apni har khwahish ko haasil kar lete hain. Aur phir woh log hain jinko mushkilat ka saamna karna padta hai, jo naam kamane ke liye koshish karte hain, umeed karte hain ke ek din woh samaji darje par chadh jayenge aur woh bade aadmi ban jayenge.


Jaise sab logon ka ek safar hota hai, mera bhi ek safar hai. Yeh safar chandi ke chamach ke saath paida hone aur naam kamane ke liye mehnat karne ke beech mein hai.


Mera naam Zaviyar Malik hai, Malik & Sons ke CEO ka nawasa. Mere naam ke bawajood, maine Pakistan mein apne khandan se door ek naama-nashaan zindagi guzaari hai, kyunki main pichhle 10 saal se London mein reh raha hoon aur mujhe wahan se apne khandan se koi rabta nahi raha. Mujhe lagta hai ke ab ghar wapas aane ka waqt hai.


Aur ab kaafi waqt ho gaya hai jab se main London mein reh raha hoon. Main ab 20 saal ka hoon aur koshish kar raha hoon ke apne grades aise rakhun ke mere ghar walon ko pasand aayen. Lekin yeh haal nahi hai, kyunki meri marks kehne ke liye bhi sharminda karne wali hain. Is liye mujhe wapas bulaya gaya hai, kyunki ab yeh dekha gaya hai ke mere liye Pakistan mein padhna zyada faida mand hoga, kyunki wahan meri results ko zabardasti badalwaya ja sakta hai, is se yeh yaqeen hoga ke unhein phir se sharminda nahi hona padega.


Is koshish ke liye mujhe Lahore ke ek college mein dakhila mil gaya hai.


Mujhe mere walid ne do options diye, aur mujhe in dono mein se ek chunna tha. Ya toh main hostel mein rahoon ya phir apne khandan ke saath Malik House mein rehne ka intekhab karoon.


Zaviyar: Main aap sab ke saath rehna pasand karunga.


Abbas: Mujhe lagta hai ke agar tum humein aur sharminda nahi karte, toh tum ghar wapas aa sakte ho.


Abbas: Aur shukr guzaar raho ke tum apni nakami ke bawajood kamyab logon ke beech rehne ka mauqa paa rahe ho, na ke apne jaise nakam logon ke saath.


Mere walid ki sakht zubaan aur mere bare mein unki raye ke bawajood, maine apne khandan ke saath rehne ka faisla kiya. Main ghar se bohot dair tak door raha hoon, ab waqt hai ke jo waqt kho gaya uska azala karoon.


Kuch waqt baad, main aur mere walid Malik House pohnch gaye, ek jagah jo maine saalon se nahi dekhi, lekin ab bhi waisa hi jadoo rakhti hai jo bachpan mein tha. Maine doorbell dabaayi aur aakhir kar meri stepmother, Hina Malik, ne darwaza khola.



Jaise aam tor par hota hai, main aage barha ke maa ko galay lagana chaha, lekin unhon ne mujhe rok diya aur andar anay ka hukam diya.


Jab wo humein andar le ja rahi thi, to unho ne yeh wazeh kar diya ke unka rawayya mere liye hamesha ki tarah thanda hi rahega, bilkul meri bachpan ki tarah.


Yeh foran nazar aa raha tha ke unke chehre par ek kasheeda si soorat thi, koi garmi ya apnayat nahi thi isteqbaal mein, bas ek thanda sa ehsaas ke main wapas aa gaya hoon.


Yeh meri stepmother hai, jo bahut khubsurat hai. Uski shanakht dekhne walon ko mohit karne wali hai. Uski naram, zaitoon rang ki skin sehatmand chamak se bhari hui hai, jo uski jawani ka saboot hai. Uske gahray, chamakdaar baal naram lehron mein uske kandhon tak phailte hain, jo uske chehre ko sundar banate hain.


Uski badami shakl ki aankhein, gehre bhoore rang ke saath sona ke chitey, samajhdaari aur thodi shararat se chamakti hain. Uski bhonhein achhi tarah se arc ki gayi hain, jo uski nazar ko khubsurat banate hain. Uski lambhi eyelashes uski aankhon ko aur bhi khubsurat banati hain.


Uske honth bhare aur gulabi hain, aur wo aksar halka muskurahat karti hai, jo uski khud par bharosa dikhata hai. Wo stylish outfits pasand karti hain jo uski shakal ko achhe se dikhate hain, aksar jeevant rang aur khoobsurat designs chun leti hain.


Uski har harakat khubsurati se bhari hoti hai, jo ek tarah ki sophistication aur garmi ka izhar karti hai. Hina Malik sirf ek khubsurat aurat nahi, balki ek aisi shanakht hai jo logon ko asani se apni taraf kheench leti hai.


Uski bahari khubsurti ke bawajood, usne mujhe hamesha pasand nahi kiya, apni betiyon ko mujhse zyada tarjeeh di. Aur wo kyun pasand karegi, aakhir kar main uska soutela beta hoon.


Uski thandak is tarah se zahir hoti thi ke usne apne haath gale mein band kar liye, aur mujhe upar se neeche tak ghoor se dekha, jaise wo kuch samajhne ki koshish kar rahi ho.


Aur phir usne kaha.


Hina: Lagta hai tumne aakhir kar wapis aane ka faisla kiya hai, kaafi waqt ho gaya hai. Aur mujhe lagta hai ke tumhare in grades ke saath, tum khandan ke business mein acchi shamilat banoge.


Usne kaha mera mazak udate hue.


Unki aam tor par ghamandi harkat ko nazarandaz karte hue, main living room mein gaya aur khandan ki tasveeron ko dekha. Kitni khoobsurat thi woh tasveeren, lekin unmein ek cheez ki kami thi—mein unmein se bhi tasveer mein nahi tha.


Aur yeh meri zindagi ka hamesha se haqeeqat rahi hai—apne hi ghar mein ek side character.


Jab se meri asal maa gayab hui, yeh meri haqeeqat ban gayi. Mere baap ke liye main uski gandhi khoon ki nishani tha, is liye main aksar unki nafrat ka shikaar bana.


Dadaji ke kuch samjhaane ke baad mere baap ne dobara shadi karne ka faisla kiya. Iske baad meri souteli maa Hina aur uski teen betiyan meri zindagi mein as gayi.


Aur uske liye, main kabhi bhi uska beta nahi bana, sirf uska soutela beta hi raha, jab tak mein London nahi chala gaya.


Is taraf chhod kar, ab aaj ke din wapas aate hain.


Mere baap Abbas ne mujhe apne kamre le gaye kyunki unhe kuch zaroori baat karni thi.


Aur jaise ke umeed thi, woh apni tanqeed ka silsila shuru karte hai.


Abbas: Tumne abroad zyada kuch nahi kiya, is liye mein tumse guzarish karta hoon ke yahan hum sab ko sharminda mat karo. Kyunki main tumhe warn karta hoon, agar mujhe pata chala ke tumne kuch aisa kiya jo hamara naam badnaam karega, toh main tumhe ghar se nikaalne se hichkichahat nahi karunga, samjhe!


Unki lecture sunne ke baad, maine yeh nateeja nikala ke mera abba waqai mein ek bura baap hai, bas itna hi kehna hai ke unho ne pyar dikhane ki jagah meri zindagi mein sirf daantne ka kaam kiya hai.


Khandan ke baithak mein jaate hue jahan meri souteli behnein maujood hain.


Hania: (muskrate hue) Bhai!



Woh uthti hai aur Zaviyar ke taraf aati hai, aankhein chamakti hain.


Hania: Aap wapis aa gaye! Mujhe aapki boht yaad aayi!


Zaviyar: (muskrate hue) Mujhe bhi tumhari yaad boht aayi, Choti.


Woh usey jaldi se gale lagata hai, phir woh thodi sharmai hui peechay hatt jaati hai.


Humaira: (ek polite muskurahat dete hue, lein thodi sambhali hui) Wapas aane par khush aamdeed, Zaviyar. Tumhe dekh kar acha laga.



Unke samne baithe hue Zaviyar ne kaha.


Zaviyar: Shukriya, Humaira Aapa. Ghar aakar accha lag raha hai.


Sarah: (peechay jhukti hai, uski aawaaz thodi formal) Umeed hai London tumhare liye sab kuch tha jo tum chahte the.



Zaviyar: (Sir hilate hue): Woh to accha tha. Maine boht kuch seekha, lekin wapas aakar khushu hui.



Humaira: (thodi garmi ke saath) Humne tumhari maujoodgi ki kami mehsoos ki hai.


Zaviyar: Maine bhi aap sabko yaad kiya. Meri ghair maujoodgi mein aap sabne kya kya kiya hai?



Sarah: Bas wahi purani zimmedariyan. Yahan kuch nahi badalta.


Hania: (umeed bhari nazar se) Kya hum phir se mazaidar cheezain saath mein kar sakte hain? Jaise hum pehle karte the?


Zaviyar: (Sarah ki taraf dekhte hue) Bilkul! Humein kuch plan karna chahiye.


Sarah: (thodi si sakht lehje mein) Mujhe nahi lagta yeh abhi mumkin hai. Humare pas boht kaam hai.


Humaira: (narm aawaaz mein) Chalo, ek kadam ek waqt par lete hain, Zaviyar. Yeh thoda complicated ho sakta hai.


Zaviyar: (muskurahat khatm karte hue) Complicated? Kyun? Mujhe laga hum sirf saath mein rehna ka maza le sakte hain.



Hania: (mahol ko halka karte hue) Lekin main aap ke saath bahar jana chahti hoon! Boht maza aayega!



Humaira (ek tasali dene wale muskurahat ke saath) Hum kuch na kuch sochenge, Hania. Adjust karne mein kuch samay lag sakta hai.



Zaviyar: (sar hilate hue, thoda niraash) Theek hai. Bas yeh jaan lo ke main yahan hoon madad karne ke liye jo bhi aap sab ko chahiye.



Sarah (apni formal aawaaz banaye rakhte hue) Hum iska shukriya ada karte hain, lekin ab hamari apni routines gain.



Zaviyar: (apni behnon ki taraf dekhte hue) Main samajhta hoon. Main bas phir se is khandan ka hissa banna chahta hoon.



Jis tarah se uski behnein usse baat kar rahi thi, woh usay ajeeb laga, lekin usne is par zyada nahi socha aur apne dadaji Ikramullah Malik se milne ke liye unke kamre ki taraf chala gaya.


Uske andar khushi aur bechani ka mila jula ehsaas tha. Kamra khula tha, khoobsurat furniture aur khandan ki framed tasveeron se saja hua tha. Diwarein, jo kitabein ki almirahon se bhari thi, Ikramullah ki danishmandi aur tajurbe ko dikhati thi.


Jab Zaviyar andar gaya usne dekha ke uske dadaji ek aaramdayak kursi par baitha hua tha, unke chehre par halka sa muskurahat tha. Ikramullah ne apni kitaab se nazar uthayi, unki aankhein chamakti hain jab unhone apne pote ko pehchana.



Ikramullah: (usne pyar bhari aawaaz mein kaha) Mera beta, tum aa gaye ho!


Zaviyar aage bada aur dadaji ko mazbooti se gale lagaya. Ikramullah ne bhi mazbooti se gale lagaya jaise ke Zaviyar koi keemti khazana ho.



Zaviyar: Dadaji it’s so good to see you!



Ikramullah: Tumhari yaad boht aayi, beta. Aakhir tumne itne saal kya kya dekha aur seekha?


Zaviyar: Dadaji, boht kuch seekha hai. Magar aapki yaad hamesha saath rahi.



Ikramullah: Tum mere dil ka kareeb ho, Zaviyar. Aage ja ke tum aur tumhare bhaiyon ne is khandan ki virasat sambhalni hai.


Zaviyar: Dadaji, mujhe is sab me koi dilchaspi nahi hai, mujhe kuch bhi nahi chahiye.


Ikramullah: Sirf waqt hi batayega, Zaviyar. Jab waqt aayega, main sab kuch takseem kar dunga. Mere sab pote-potiyon ko unka hissa milega.



Thodi der tak hum baatein karte rahe, jo kuch miss hua tha us par guftagu karte hue aur purani yaadein taaza karte hue. Phir hum dining area ki taraf chale gaye kyunki dinner ka waqt ho gaya tha. Ghar ke sab log baith gaye the, jinmein mere uncle Mohsin aur meri aunt Shabana, mere cousins Khurram aur Asim, aur ek naya chehra tha jo maine pehle nahi dekha, shayad yeh Asim ki biwi thi.


Table par mahol mujhe bachpan mein jo aadat ho gayi thi us se bilkul alag tha, jaise sab mere na hone se par zyada khush ho gaye hain, jaise main unki khushi mein rukawat tha.


Mere Mohsin uncle, jaise hamesha, mujhe ek chamakti muskurahat ke saath mile, peeth par thapki dete hue puchha:


Mohsin: Wapas aane par khush aamdeed! Hum tumhare wapis aane ka intezaar kar rahe the, kyunki tum is ghar ke sabse chhote bete ho.


Shabana ne Zaviyar ko chai di aur uske plate mein khana dala, jo ke Hina se umeed ki ja rahi thi, lekin madam khud ko aur apni betiyon ko khana dene mein itni masroof thi. Shabana aur Hina mein kitna bada farq tha. Zaviyar ne sirf Shabana se maa jaisa pyar mehsoos kiya.



Asim: Bohat waqt ho gaya, bhai. Tumhari wapis aane ki khabar sun ke ajeeb ehsaas ho raha hai.


Zaviyar: Haan, main bhi soch raha tha ke yeh kitna badal gaya hai. Tum log sab kaafi baray ho gaye ho.


Asim: Zindagi aisi hi hoti hai. Tumhare jaane ke baad boht kuch badal gaya. Business bhi barha hai, lekin doston ke saath waise ka waise hai.


Zaviyar: Waise suna hai tum ab business main proper involve ho? Paper mill aur Sugar mill ka sara kaam tum dekhte ho?


Asim: Haan, abba ke saath sambhal liya hai. Tumhein bhi jaldi adjust karna parega. Boht zyada kaam hai, Aur Abbas Chacha ne tumhara intezaar kiya hai.


Zaviyar: Waqt lagega, lekin adjust karlunga. Waise tumhari shaadi ho gayi hai, aur mujhe kisi ne bataya bhi nahi?


Asim: (haste hue) Haan, Ramsha se milna zaroori hai. Tumhare liye bhi kuch surprises rakhe hain ghar walon ne.


Asim ki biwi, Ramsha, puri nazakat ke saath Zaviyar ke or dekhti hai. Woh dilkash, pur-aitemaad hai, aur uske lehje mein halka sa flirtatious andaaz hai. Woh Zaviyar ke samne baithi hai, yeh unka pehli mulaqat hai.



Ramsha: Toh tum ho Zaviyar, jinke baare mein itna suna hai. Woh ek dilfareb muskarahat deti hai. Aakhir kar mil hi gaye.


Zaviyar: (muskrate hue) Haan, mujhe toh pata hi nahi tha ke meri Bhabhi itni charming hongi.


Ramsha: (woh halki si jhuki) Oh please, ab itni tareef bhi na karo. Waise bhi aaj se pehle mere pas itna cute Devar nahi mila tha, yeh ghar kaafi boring sa hogaya tha, lekin ab tum aa gaye ho toh shayad thoda maza aaye.


Zaviyar: (muskrate hue ek eyebrow uthata hai) Boring? Asim bhai kaafi interesting lagte hai.


Ramsha: (woh chhedne wale andaaz mein dekhti hai) Asim? Hmm… Woh kaafi serious hain, lekin tum… tum toh bilkul different lagte ho. Kuch adventurous, kuch unpredictable.


Zaviyar: (woh muskrata hai aur saath dene lagta hai) Abhi wapis aaya hoon, abhi jaan logi ya baad mein surprise doonga?


Ramsha: (woh shararti muskurahat ke saath kehti hai) Surprises toh mujhe pasand hain. Dekhte hain tumhare pas kya surprises hain.


Ramsha thodi kareeb hoti hai, uski aankhein Zaviyar ki aankhon mein ghus gayi hain. Uski nazar mein ek mazak bhari tajaweez hai.


Ramsha: Tumhare surprises shayad mujhe hairan kar denge.


Usne halke se uski haath par haath rakha, uski ungliyan sirf uski skin ko chooti hain.


Ramsha: Aise surprises kabhi kabhi yaadgar ho jaate hain, tum nahi samjhoge.


Zaviyar uski choti si touch ko mehsoos karta hai, uski nazar ek pal ke liye uski haath par phir se jati hai, phir uski aankhein phir se Ramsha ki aankhon mein jati hain. Wahan ek mehsoos hoti khichav hai, lekin usse jawab dene se pehle, Asim kamray mein wapis aata hai, is guftagu se bilkul bekhabar.



Asim: (mazak karte hue) Zaviyar, tum Ramsha ko disturb toh nahi kar rahe?


Ramsha: (woh muskurahat ke saath, Asim taraf dekhte hue kehti hai) Disturb? Main in se keh rahi thi ke ghar mein kuch excitement le aayein.


Asim: (woh hasi mazak mein) Haan, Zaviyar kaafi waqt baad aya hai. Waise bhi, ab sab ko kaam karne ki zaroorrat hai.


Zaviyar: (woh casual tareeqe se kehta hai, lekin uske dimagh abhi bhi Ramsha ki choona par hai) Kaam toh karenge, lekin abhi toh wapis aaya hoon. Relax karne ka waqt hai.


Asim sirf ek nod deta hai, apne biwi aur cousin ke darmiyan khamosh guftagu se bekhabar. Dinner khatam hota hai jab sab table se uthne lagte hain. Ramsha uthti hai, Zaviyar ko ek aakhri mazak bhari nazar deti hai jab woh chale jati hai, uski harkatein khoobsurat aur maqsood hoti hai.


Ramsha: Raat mein baat karna, Devar ji.


Woh dheere se kehti hai jab woh uske pas se guzarti hai, uski awaaz itni kaam hai ke sirf woh sun sakta hai.


Zaviyar usay jate hue dekhta hai, uske lafz dimagh mein reh jaate hai. Uske khayalat mein jhalak aur uljhan ka milan hota hai, woh samajh nahi pata ke uski flirtations par kis tarah se react kare. Woh thoda apne sir ko hilaata hai, koshish karta hai uski muskurahat aur uski subtle flirtation ki tasveer ko bhoolne ki.


Jab baqi sab dining room se nikalte hain, Zaviyar kuch aur pal baithe rehta hai. Uska dimagh Ramsha, uski khoobsurti aur uski bold harkaton par rehta hai.


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Ramsha Bhabhi… itni khoobsurat aur itni… khuli hai. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ke woh kya chah rahi thi. Lekin ek baat toh hai, uski adaayein waqai mehsoos hui thi.


Woh gehri saans le kar, aakhir kar apne seat se uthta hai. Usay ab bhi usay apne dimagh se nahi nikal pa raha hai, lekin woh jaanta hai ke is par zyada sochna nahi chahiye.



Zaviyar living room mein chala jata hai, jahan Khurram sofa par lete hue apne phone par scroll kar raha hota hai. Woh upar dekhta hai aur muskrata hai jab Zaviyar nazdeek aata hai.



Khurram: Aray bhai! Kya scene hai? Kaisa lag raha hai wapis aa ke?


Zaviyar: Thoda ajeeb hai, sab kuch badal gaya hai. Log bhi kaafi badal gaye hain.


Woh sochta hai Ramsha ke baare mein, lekin apna lehja halka rakhne ki koshish karta hai.


Khurram: (muskrate hue) Kuch specific logon ki baat kar rahe ho ya… waise hi?


Zaviyar: Haan, kuch logon ka badalna to waqai sochne wala hai.


Woh has kar kehta hai, apne dimagh mein ab bhi Ramsha ki adaon se uljhan mein hai.


Khurram apne eyebrows uthata hai, intrigued hota hai, lekin is waqt par koi baat nahi karta. Zaviyar Khurram ke saath sofa par baitha hai, khud ko behtar banane ki koshish karte hue, lekin Ramsha ki flirtatious nazar aur naram touch uske khayalon mein hain.


Jab Zaviyar sofa par let jata hai, toh us par din bhar ka bojh mehsoos hota hai. Dining room se hansi-mazak aur guftagu ki awaazein dheere dheere khatm hoti hai, aur living room mein ek sukoon bhari khamoshi chha jati hai.


Jab woh chhat ki taraf dekhta hai, toh uska dimagh raat ke waqiat se guzarta hai— apne khandan se mulaqat, dadaji ka garm jhappi, aur abba ke sakht lekin parwaaz bhare lafz. Lekin in sab ke beech, ek shakhsiyat sabse alag hai: Ramsha Bhabhi


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Ramsha Bhabhi ne itni asani se mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. Woh kitni khoobsurat hai aur uski baatein… uska flirt karna toh badi baat hai.


Woh uski aankhon mein khilkhilahat, aur dinner table par haath lagane ka subtle tareeqa yaad karta hai. Wahan ek chingari thi, ek chemistry jo usne expect nahi ki thi, khaaskar itne arse baad ghar lautne par. Woh apne sir ko hilaata hai, koshish karte hue ke chest mein uthte excitement ko bhula de.


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Aaj ka din bhi ajeeb tha—dost, khandan, aur Ramsha Bhabhi… kal se college bhi shuru hai. Lekin abhi ek baat hai jo mujhe sochne pe majboor karti hai: Ramsha Bhabhi ne mujhe bulaya tha baat karne ke liye. Kya yeh sirf ek formal baat thi ya kuch aur?


Usay Ramsha se baat karne ka khayal uska dil tezi dhadakne lagta hai. Woh sochta hai ke woh kya baatein karenge, kaun se kahaniyan share karenge, aur kaise hasi mazak karenge. Woh dilchasp aur khoobsurat hai, aur usay uski taraf kheenchne ka ehsaas hota hai jo usay samajh nahi aata.


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Main usse baat karna chahta hoon. Shayad ye waqt hai kuch naya shuru karne ka.


Woh ghadi ki taraf dekhta hai; abhi bhi time hai. Ramsha se baat karne ka khayal usay umeed aur thoda nervousness mehsoos karata hai. Aakhir, usne saaf keh diya tha ke woh baat karna chahti hain, aur woh dekhna chahta hai ke yeh connection kahan le ja sakta hai.


Ek naye iraade ke saath, Zaviyar uthta hai, khichav leta hai, aur hallway ki taraf chalta hai. Aaj raat kuch khaas shuru hone wala hai, aur woh is mauke ko nahi khona chahta.


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Ramsha Bhabhi, aaj raat tumhare saath baat karna chah raha hoon. Shayad tumne mujhe sirf bulaya hai, lekin mujhe yeh mauka nahi khona hai.


Jab woh hallway mein kadam rakhta hai, toh uske andar excitement aur nervousness ka milan hota hai. Kal college shuru hoga, lekin aaj raat Ramsha ke saath is behtareen chingari ko explore karne ke liye reserved hai.


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Ramsha Bhabhi ne khud bulaya hai… shayad main yeh mauka nahi khona chahta. Lekin yeh sab theek hai? Woh meri bhabhi hai.


Khandan ki umeedain usay kheench rahi hain, lekin Ramsha ke jazbaat aur unkahi chahat bhi usko apni taraf bulati hai. Woh janta hai ke Ramsha ke saath aage barhne se sab kuch ulajh sakta hai, magar ek hissa uske saath jo rishta aur tharrahat mehsoos kar rahi hai, usay chahiye.

(Zaviyar ke maan me): Jo bhi hoga, dekh lenge. Shayad yeh waqt hai kuch naya shuru karne ka.


Jab woh darwazey ki taraf chalta hai, Ramsha ko dhundne ke liye, uske andar jazbaat ka toofan umadta hai. Aaj raat shayad sab kuch badal jaye, aur is waqt woh yeh dekhne ke liye tayar hai ke raat kahan le jati hai.


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Thank you for reading as this is the first update of the story. Hopefully it’s not too much for you all. Great to be here after I got access to my account again. I will post as much as I can based on availability. Hope that we all can get along. Thanks. See you in the next update.

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Is duniya mein har kisi ko apna raasta khud tay karna hota hai. Kuch log chandi ke chamach ke saath paida hote hain, jinka bohot saara ikhtiyaar aur uncha maqam hota hai, matlab yeh ke bina koi mehnat kiye woh apni har khwahish ko haasil kar lete hain. Aur phir woh log hain jinko mushkilat ka saamna karna padta hai, jo naam kamane ke liye koshish karte hain, umeed karte hain ke ek din woh samaji darje par chadh jayenge aur woh bade aadmi ban jayenge.


Jaise sab logon ka ek safar hota hai, mera bhi ek safar hai. Yeh safar chandi ke chamach ke saath paida hone aur naam kamane ke liye mehnat karne ke beech mein hai.


Mera naam Zaviyar Malik hai, Malik & Sons ke CEO ka nawasa. Mere naam ke bawajood, maine Pakistan mein apne khandan se door ek naama-nashaan zindagi guzaari hai, kyunki main pichhle 10 saal se London mein reh raha hoon aur mujhe wahan se apne khandan se koi rabta nahi raha. Mujhe lagta hai ke ab ghar wapas aane ka waqt hai.


Aur ab kaafi waqt ho gaya hai jab se main London mein reh raha hoon. Main ab 20 saal ka hoon aur koshish kar raha hoon ke apne grades aise rakhun ke mere ghar walon ko pasand aayen. Lekin yeh haal nahi hai, kyunki meri marks kehne ke liye bhi sharminda karne wali hain. Is liye mujhe wapas bulaya gaya hai, kyunki ab yeh dekha gaya hai ke mere liye Pakistan mein padhna zyada faida mand hoga, kyunki wahan meri results ko zabardasti badalwaya ja sakta hai, is se yeh yaqeen hoga ke unhein phir se sharminda nahi hona padega.


Is koshish ke liye mujhe Lahore ke ek college mein dakhila mil gaya hai.


Mujhe mere walid ne do options diye, aur mujhe in dono mein se ek chunna tha. Ya toh main hostel mein rahoon ya phir apne khandan ke saath Malik House mein rehne ka intekhab karoon.


Zaviyar: Main aap sab ke saath rehna pasand karunga.


Abbas: Mujhe lagta hai ke agar tum humein aur sharminda nahi karte, toh tum ghar wapas aa sakte ho.


Abbas: Aur shukr guzaar raho ke tum apni nakami ke bawajood kamyab logon ke beech rehne ka mauqa paa rahe ho, na ke apne jaise nakam logon ke saath.


Mere walid ki sakht zubaan aur mere bare mein unki raye ke bawajood, maine apne khandan ke saath rehne ka faisla kiya. Main ghar se bohot dair tak door raha hoon, ab waqt hai ke jo waqt kho gaya uska azala karoon.


Kuch waqt baad, main aur mere walid Malik House pohnch gaye, ek jagah jo maine saalon se nahi dekhi, lekin ab bhi waisa hi jadoo rakhti hai jo bachpan mein tha. Maine doorbell dabaayi aur aakhir kar meri stepmother, Hina Malik, ne darwaza khola.



Jaise aam tor par hota hai, main aage barha ke maa ko galay lagana chaha, lekin unhon ne mujhe rok diya aur andar anay ka hukam diya.


Jab wo humein andar le ja rahi thi, to unho ne yeh wazeh kar diya ke unka rawayya mere liye hamesha ki tarah thanda hi rahega, bilkul meri bachpan ki tarah.


Yeh foran nazar aa raha tha ke unke chehre par ek kasheeda si soorat thi, koi garmi ya apnayat nahi thi isteqbaal mein, bas ek thanda sa ehsaas ke main wapas aa gaya hoon.


Yeh meri stepmother hai, jo bahut khubsurat hai. Uski shanakht dekhne walon ko mohit karne wali hai. Uski naram, zaitoon rang ki skin sehatmand chamak se bhari hui hai, jo uski jawani ka saboot hai. Uske gahray, chamakdaar baal naram lehron mein uske kandhon tak phailte hain, jo uske chehre ko sundar banate hain.


Uski badami shakl ki aankhein, gehre bhoore rang ke saath sona ke chitey, samajhdaari aur thodi shararat se chamakti hain. Uski bhonhein achhi tarah se arc ki gayi hain, jo uski nazar ko khubsurat banate hain. Uski lambhi eyelashes uski aankhon ko aur bhi khubsurat banati hain.


Uske honth bhare aur gulabi hain, aur wo aksar halka muskurahat karti hai, jo uski khud par bharosa dikhata hai. Wo stylish outfits pasand karti hain jo uski shakal ko achhe se dikhate hain, aksar jeevant rang aur khoobsurat designs chun leti hain.


Uski har harakat khubsurati se bhari hoti hai, jo ek tarah ki sophistication aur garmi ka izhar karti hai. Hina Malik sirf ek khubsurat aurat nahi, balki ek aisi shanakht hai jo logon ko asani se apni taraf kheench leti hai.


Uski bahari khubsurti ke bawajood, usne mujhe hamesha pasand nahi kiya, apni betiyon ko mujhse zyada tarjeeh di. Aur wo kyun pasand karegi, aakhir kar main uska soutela beta hoon.


Uski thandak is tarah se zahir hoti thi ke usne apne haath gale mein band kar liye, aur mujhe upar se neeche tak ghoor se dekha, jaise wo kuch samajhne ki koshish kar rahi ho.


Aur phir usne kaha.


Hina: Lagta hai tumne aakhir kar wapis aane ka faisla kiya hai, kaafi waqt ho gaya hai. Aur mujhe lagta hai ke tumhare in grades ke saath, tum khandan ke business mein acchi shamilat banoge.


Usne kaha mera mazak udate hue.


Unki aam tor par ghamandi harkat ko nazarandaz karte hue, main living room mein gaya aur khandan ki tasveeron ko dekha. Kitni khoobsurat thi woh tasveeren, lekin unmein ek cheez ki kami thi—mein unmein se bhi tasveer mein nahi tha.


Aur yeh meri zindagi ka hamesha se haqeeqat rahi hai—apne hi ghar mein ek side character.


Jab se meri asal maa gayab hui, yeh meri haqeeqat ban gayi. Mere baap ke liye main uski gandhi khoon ki nishani tha, is liye main aksar unki nafrat ka shikaar bana.


Dadaji ke kuch samjhaane ke baad mere baap ne dobara shadi karne ka faisla kiya. Iske baad meri souteli maa Hina aur uski teen betiyan meri zindagi mein as gayi.


Aur uske liye, main kabhi bhi uska beta nahi bana, sirf uska soutela beta hi raha, jab tak mein London nahi chala gaya.


Is taraf chhod kar, ab aaj ke din wapas aate hain.


Mere baap Abbas ne mujhe apne kamre le gaye kyunki unhe kuch zaroori baat karni thi.


Aur jaise ke umeed thi, woh apni tanqeed ka silsila shuru karte hai.


Abbas: Tumne abroad zyada kuch nahi kiya, is liye mein tumse guzarish karta hoon ke yahan hum sab ko sharminda mat karo. Kyunki main tumhe warn karta hoon, agar mujhe pata chala ke tumne kuch aisa kiya jo hamara naam badnaam karega, toh main tumhe ghar se nikaalne se hichkichahat nahi karunga, samjhe!


Unki lecture sunne ke baad, maine yeh nateeja nikala ke mera abba waqai mein ek bura baap hai, bas itna hi kehna hai ke unho ne pyar dikhane ki jagah meri zindagi mein sirf daantne ka kaam kiya hai.


Khandan ke baithak mein jaate hue jahan meri souteli behnein maujood hain.


Hania: (muskrate hue) Bhai!



Woh uthti hai aur Zaviyar ke taraf aati hai, aankhein chamakti hain.


Hania: Aap wapis aa gaye! Mujhe aapki boht yaad aayi!


Zaviyar: (muskrate hue) Mujhe bhi tumhari yaad boht aayi, Choti.


Woh usey jaldi se gale lagata hai, phir woh thodi sharmai hui peechay hatt jaati hai.


Humaira: (ek polite muskurahat dete hue, lein thodi sambhali hui) Wapas aane par khush aamdeed, Zaviyar. Tumhe dekh kar acha laga.



Unke samne baithe hue Zaviyar ne kaha.


Zaviyar: Shukriya, Humaira Aapa. Ghar aakar accha lag raha hai.


Sarah: (peechay jhukti hai, uski aawaaz thodi formal) Umeed hai London tumhare liye sab kuch tha jo tum chahte the.



Zaviyar: (Sir hilate hue): Woh to accha tha. Maine boht kuch seekha, lekin wapas aakar khushu hui.



Humaira: (thodi garmi ke saath) Humne tumhari maujoodgi ki kami mehsoos ki hai.


Zaviyar: Maine bhi aap sabko yaad kiya. Meri ghair maujoodgi mein aap sabne kya kya kiya hai?



Sarah: Bas wahi purani zimmedariyan. Yahan kuch nahi badalta.


Hania: (umeed bhari nazar se) Kya hum phir se mazaidar cheezain saath mein kar sakte hain? Jaise hum pehle karte the?


Zaviyar: (Sarah ki taraf dekhte hue) Bilkul! Humein kuch plan karna chahiye.


Sarah: (thodi si sakht lehje mein) Mujhe nahi lagta yeh abhi mumkin hai. Humare pas boht kaam hai.


Humaira: (narm aawaaz mein) Chalo, ek kadam ek waqt par lete hain, Zaviyar. Yeh thoda complicated ho sakta hai.


Zaviyar: (muskurahat khatm karte hue) Complicated? Kyun? Mujhe laga hum sirf saath mein rehna ka maza le sakte hain.



Hania: (mahol ko halka karte hue) Lekin main aap ke saath bahar jana chahti hoon! Boht maza aayega!



Humaira (ek tasali dene wale muskurahat ke saath) Hum kuch na kuch sochenge, Hania. Adjust karne mein kuch samay lag sakta hai.



Zaviyar: (sar hilate hue, thoda niraash) Theek hai. Bas yeh jaan lo ke main yahan hoon madad karne ke liye jo bhi aap sab ko chahiye.



Sarah (apni formal aawaaz banaye rakhte hue) Hum iska shukriya ada karte hain, lekin ab hamari apni routines gain.



Zaviyar: (apni behnon ki taraf dekhte hue) Main samajhta hoon. Main bas phir se is khandan ka hissa banna chahta hoon.



Jis tarah se uski behnein usse baat kar rahi thi, woh usay ajeeb laga, lekin usne is par zyada nahi socha aur apne dadaji Ikramullah Malik se milne ke liye unke kamre ki taraf chala gaya.


Uske andar khushi aur bechani ka mila jula ehsaas tha. Kamra khula tha, khoobsurat furniture aur khandan ki framed tasveeron se saja hua tha. Diwarein, jo kitabein ki almirahon se bhari thi, Ikramullah ki danishmandi aur tajurbe ko dikhati thi.


Jab Zaviyar andar gaya usne dekha ke uske dadaji ek aaramdayak kursi par baitha hua tha, unke chehre par halka sa muskurahat tha. Ikramullah ne apni kitaab se nazar uthayi, unki aankhein chamakti hain jab unhone apne pote ko pehchana.



Ikramullah: (usne pyar bhari aawaaz mein kaha) Mera beta, tum aa gaye ho!


Zaviyar aage bada aur dadaji ko mazbooti se gale lagaya. Ikramullah ne bhi mazbooti se gale lagaya jaise ke Zaviyar koi keemti khazana ho.



Zaviyar: Dadaji it’s so good to see you!



Ikramullah: Tumhari yaad boht aayi, beta. Aakhir tumne itne saal kya kya dekha aur seekha?


Zaviyar: Dadaji, boht kuch seekha hai. Magar aapki yaad hamesha saath rahi.



Ikramullah: Tum mere dil ka kareeb ho, Zaviyar. Aage ja ke tum aur tumhare bhaiyon ne is khandan ki virasat sambhalni hai.


Zaviyar: Dadaji, mujhe is sab me koi dilchaspi nahi hai, mujhe kuch bhi nahi chahiye.


Ikramullah: Sirf waqt hi batayega, Zaviyar. Jab waqt aayega, main sab kuch takseem kar dunga. Mere sab pote-potiyon ko unka hissa milega.



Thodi der tak hum baatein karte rahe, jo kuch miss hua tha us par guftagu karte hue aur purani yaadein taaza karte hue. Phir hum dining area ki taraf chale gaye kyunki dinner ka waqt ho gaya tha. Ghar ke sab log baith gaye the, jinmein mere uncle Mohsin aur meri aunt Shabana, mere cousins Khurram aur Asim, aur ek naya chehra tha jo maine pehle nahi dekha, shayad yeh Asim ki biwi thi.


Table par mahol mujhe bachpan mein jo aadat ho gayi thi us se bilkul alag tha, jaise sab mere na hone se par zyada khush ho gaye hain, jaise main unki khushi mein rukawat tha.


Mere Mohsin uncle, jaise hamesha, mujhe ek chamakti muskurahat ke saath mile, peeth par thapki dete hue puchha:


Mohsin: Wapas aane par khush aamdeed! Hum tumhare wapis aane ka intezaar kar rahe the, kyunki tum is ghar ke sabse chhote bete ho.


Shabana ne Zaviyar ko chai di aur uske plate mein khana dala, jo ke Hina se umeed ki ja rahi thi, lekin madam khud ko aur apni betiyon ko khana dene mein itni masroof thi. Shabana aur Hina mein kitna bada farq tha. Zaviyar ne sirf Shabana se maa jaisa pyar mehsoos kiya.



Asim: Bohat waqt ho gaya, bhai. Tumhari wapis aane ki khabar sun ke ajeeb ehsaas ho raha hai.


Zaviyar: Haan, main bhi soch raha tha ke yeh kitna badal gaya hai. Tum log sab kaafi baray ho gaye ho.


Asim: Zindagi aisi hi hoti hai. Tumhare jaane ke baad boht kuch badal gaya. Business bhi barha hai, lekin doston ke saath waise ka waise hai.


Zaviyar: Waise suna hai tum ab business main proper involve ho? Paper mill aur Sugar mill ka sara kaam tum dekhte ho?


Asim: Haan, abba ke saath sambhal liya hai. Tumhein bhi jaldi adjust karna parega. Boht zyada kaam hai, Aur Abbas Chacha ne tumhara intezaar kiya hai.


Zaviyar: Waqt lagega, lekin adjust karlunga. Waise tumhari shaadi ho gayi hai, aur mujhe kisi ne bataya bhi nahi?


Asim: (haste hue) Haan, Ramsha se milna zaroori hai. Tumhare liye bhi kuch surprises rakhe hain ghar walon ne.


Asim ki biwi, Ramsha, puri nazakat ke saath Zaviyar ke or dekhti hai. Woh dilkash, pur-aitemaad hai, aur uske lehje mein halka sa flirtatious andaaz hai. Woh Zaviyar ke samne baithi hai, yeh unka pehli mulaqat hai.



Ramsha: Toh tum ho Zaviyar, jinke baare mein itna suna hai. Woh ek dilfareb muskarahat deti hai. Aakhir kar mil hi gaye.


Zaviyar: (muskrate hue) Haan, mujhe toh pata hi nahi tha ke meri Bhabhi itni charming hongi.


Ramsha: (woh halki si jhuki) Oh please, ab itni tareef bhi na karo. Waise bhi aaj se pehle mere pas itna cute Devar nahi mila tha, yeh ghar kaafi boring sa hogaya tha, lekin ab tum aa gaye ho toh shayad thoda maza aaye.


Zaviyar: (muskrate hue ek eyebrow uthata hai) Boring? Asim bhai kaafi interesting lagte hai.


Ramsha: (woh chhedne wale andaaz mein dekhti hai) Asim? Hmm… Woh kaafi serious hain, lekin tum… tum toh bilkul different lagte ho. Kuch adventurous, kuch unpredictable.


Zaviyar: (woh muskrata hai aur saath dene lagta hai) Abhi wapis aaya hoon, abhi jaan logi ya baad mein surprise doonga?


Ramsha: (woh shararti muskurahat ke saath kehti hai) Surprises toh mujhe pasand hain. Dekhte hain tumhare pas kya surprises hain.


Ramsha thodi kareeb hoti hai, uski aankhein Zaviyar ki aankhon mein ghus gayi hain. Uski nazar mein ek mazak bhari tajaweez hai.


Ramsha: Tumhare surprises shayad mujhe hairan kar denge.


Usne halke se uski haath par haath rakha, uski ungliyan sirf uski skin ko chooti hain.


Ramsha: Aise surprises kabhi kabhi yaadgar ho jaate hain, tum nahi samjhoge.


Zaviyar uski choti si touch ko mehsoos karta hai, uski nazar ek pal ke liye uski haath par phir se jati hai, phir uski aankhein phir se Ramsha ki aankhon mein jati hain. Wahan ek mehsoos hoti khichav hai, lekin usse jawab dene se pehle, Asim kamray mein wapis aata hai, is guftagu se bilkul bekhabar.



Asim: (mazak karte hue) Zaviyar, tum Ramsha ko disturb toh nahi kar rahe?


Ramsha: (woh muskurahat ke saath, Asim taraf dekhte hue kehti hai) Disturb? Main in se keh rahi thi ke ghar mein kuch excitement le aayein.


Asim: (woh hasi mazak mein) Haan, Zaviyar kaafi waqt baad aya hai. Waise bhi, ab sab ko kaam karne ki zaroorrat hai.


Zaviyar: (woh casual tareeqe se kehta hai, lekin uske dimagh abhi bhi Ramsha ki choona par hai) Kaam toh karenge, lekin abhi toh wapis aaya hoon. Relax karne ka waqt hai.


Asim sirf ek nod deta hai, apne biwi aur cousin ke darmiyan khamosh guftagu se bekhabar. Dinner khatam hota hai jab sab table se uthne lagte hain. Ramsha uthti hai, Zaviyar ko ek aakhri mazak bhari nazar deti hai jab woh chale jati hai, uski harkatein khoobsurat aur maqsood hoti hai.


Ramsha: Raat mein baat karna, Devar ji.


Woh dheere se kehti hai jab woh uske pas se guzarti hai, uski awaaz itni kaam hai ke sirf woh sun sakta hai.


Zaviyar usay jate hue dekhta hai, uske lafz dimagh mein reh jaate hai. Uske khayalat mein jhalak aur uljhan ka milan hota hai, woh samajh nahi pata ke uski flirtations par kis tarah se react kare. Woh thoda apne sir ko hilaata hai, koshish karta hai uski muskurahat aur uski subtle flirtation ki tasveer ko bhoolne ki.


Jab baqi sab dining room se nikalte hain, Zaviyar kuch aur pal baithe rehta hai. Uska dimagh Ramsha, uski khoobsurti aur uski bold harkaton par rehta hai.


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Ramsha Bhabhi… itni khoobsurat aur itni… khuli hai. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ke woh kya chah rahi thi. Lekin ek baat toh hai, uski adaayein waqai mehsoos hui thi.


Woh gehri saans le kar, aakhir kar apne seat se uthta hai. Usay ab bhi usay apne dimagh se nahi nikal pa raha hai, lekin woh jaanta hai ke is par zyada sochna nahi chahiye.



Zaviyar living room mein chala jata hai, jahan Khurram sofa par lete hue apne phone par scroll kar raha hota hai. Woh upar dekhta hai aur muskrata hai jab Zaviyar nazdeek aata hai.



Khurram: Aray bhai! Kya scene hai? Kaisa lag raha hai wapis aa ke?


Zaviyar: Thoda ajeeb hai, sab kuch badal gaya hai. Log bhi kaafi badal gaye hain.


Woh sochta hai Ramsha ke baare mein, lekin apna lehja halka rakhne ki koshish karta hai.


Khurram: (muskrate hue) Kuch specific logon ki baat kar rahe ho ya… waise hi?


Zaviyar: Haan, kuch logon ka badalna to waqai sochne wala hai.


Woh has kar kehta hai, apne dimagh mein ab bhi Ramsha ki adaon se uljhan mein hai.


Khurram apne eyebrows uthata hai, intrigued hota hai, lekin is waqt par koi baat nahi karta. Zaviyar Khurram ke saath sofa par baitha hai, khud ko behtar banane ki koshish karte hue, lekin Ramsha ki flirtatious nazar aur naram touch uske khayalon mein hain.


Jab Zaviyar sofa par let jata hai, toh us par din bhar ka bojh mehsoos hota hai. Dining room se hansi-mazak aur guftagu ki awaazein dheere dheere khatm hoti hai, aur living room mein ek sukoon bhari khamoshi chha jati hai.


Jab woh chhat ki taraf dekhta hai, toh uska dimagh raat ke waqiat se guzarta hai— apne khandan se mulaqat, dadaji ka garm jhappi, aur abba ke sakht lekin parwaaz bhare lafz. Lekin in sab ke beech, ek shakhsiyat sabse alag hai: Ramsha Bhabhi


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Ramsha Bhabhi ne itni asani se mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. Woh kitni khoobsurat hai aur uski baatein… uska flirt karna toh badi baat hai.


Woh uski aankhon mein khilkhilahat, aur dinner table par haath lagane ka subtle tareeqa yaad karta hai. Wahan ek chingari thi, ek chemistry jo usne expect nahi ki thi, khaaskar itne arse baad ghar lautne par. Woh apne sir ko hilaata hai, koshish karte hue ke chest mein uthte excitement ko bhula de.


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Aaj ka din bhi ajeeb tha—dost, khandan, aur Ramsha Bhabhi… kal se college bhi shuru hai. Lekin abhi ek baat hai jo mujhe sochne pe majboor karti hai: Ramsha Bhabhi ne mujhe bulaya tha baat karne ke liye. Kya yeh sirf ek formal baat thi ya kuch aur?


Usay Ramsha se baat karne ka khayal uska dil tezi dhadakne lagta hai. Woh sochta hai ke woh kya baatein karenge, kaun se kahaniyan share karenge, aur kaise hasi mazak karenge. Woh dilchasp aur khoobsurat hai, aur usay uski taraf kheenchne ka ehsaas hota hai jo usay samajh nahi aata.


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Main usse baat karna chahta hoon. Shayad ye waqt hai kuch naya shuru karne ka.


Woh ghadi ki taraf dekhta hai; abhi bhi time hai. Ramsha se baat karne ka khayal usay umeed aur thoda nervousness mehsoos karata hai. Aakhir, usne saaf keh diya tha ke woh baat karna chahti hain, aur woh dekhna chahta hai ke yeh connection kahan le ja sakta hai.


Ek naye iraade ke saath, Zaviyar uthta hai, khichav leta hai, aur hallway ki taraf chalta hai. Aaj raat kuch khaas shuru hone wala hai, aur woh is mauke ko nahi khona chahta.


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Ramsha Bhabhi, aaj raat tumhare saath baat karna chah raha hoon. Shayad tumne mujhe sirf bulaya hai, lekin mujhe yeh mauka nahi khona hai.


Jab woh hallway mein kadam rakhta hai, toh uske andar excitement aur nervousness ka milan hota hai. Kal college shuru hoga, lekin aaj raat Ramsha ke saath is behtareen chingari ko explore karne ke liye reserved hai.


(Zaviyar ke maan me): Ramsha Bhabhi ne khud bulaya hai… shayad main yeh mauka nahi khona chahta. Lekin yeh sab theek hai? Woh meri bhabhi hai.


Khandan ki umeedain usay kheench rahi hain, lekin Ramsha ke jazbaat aur unkahi chahat bhi usko apni taraf bulati hai. Woh janta hai ke Ramsha ke saath aage barhne se sab kuch ulajh sakta hai, magar ek hissa uske saath jo rishta aur tharrahat mehsoos kar rahi hai, usay chahiye.

(Zaviyar ke maan me): Jo bhi hoga, dekh lenge. Shayad yeh waqt hai kuch naya shuru karne ka.


Jab woh darwazey ki taraf chalta hai, Ramsha ko dhundne ke liye, uske andar jazbaat ka toofan umadta hai. Aaj raat shayad sab kuch badal jaye, aur is waqt woh yeh dekhne ke liye tayar hai ke raat kahan le jati hai.


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Well iske baare mein thoda aapko bata dun ye ek short story contest hai jisme aap kisi bhi prefix ki short story post kar sakte ho, jo minimum 700 words and maximum 8000 words ke bich honi chahiye (Story ke words count karne ke liye is tool ka use kare — Characters Tool) . Isliye main aapko invitation deta hun ki aap is contest mein apne khayaalon ko shabdon kaa roop dekar isme apni stories daalein jisko poora XForum dekhega, Ye ek bahot accha kadam hoga aapke or aapki stories ke liye kyunki USC ki stories ko poore XForum ke readers read karte hain.. Aap XForum ke sarvashreshth lekhakon mein se ek hain. aur aapki kahani bhi bahut acchi chal rahi hai. Isliye hum aapse USC ke liye ek chhoti kahani likhne ka anurodh karte hain. hum jaante hain ki aapke paas samay ki kami hai lekin iske bawajood hum ye bhi jaante hain ki aapke liye kuch bhi asambhav nahi hai.

Aur jo readers likhna nahi chahte woh bhi is contest mein participate kar sakte hain "Best Readers Award" ke liye. Aapko bas karna ye hoga ki contest mein posted stories ko read karke unke upar apne views dene honge.

Winning Writer's ko well deserved Cash Awards milenge, uske alawa aapko apna thread apne section mein sticky karne ka mouka bhi milega taaki aapka thread top par rahe uss dauraan. Isliye aapsab ke liye ye ek behtareen mouka hai XForum ke sabhi readers ke upar apni chhaap chhodne ka or apni reach badhaane kaa.. Ye aap sabhi ke liye ek bahut hi sunehra avsar hai apni kalpanao ko shabdon ka raasta dikha ke yahan pesh karne ka. Isliye aage badhe aur apni kalpanao ko shabdon mein likhkar duniya ko dikha de.

Entry thread 25th March ko open ho chuka matlab aap apni story daalna shuru kar sakte hain or woh thread 25th April 2025 tak open rahega is dauraan aap apni story post kar sakte hain. Isliye aap abhi se apni Kahaani likhna shuru kardein toh aapke liye better rahega.

Aur haan! Kahani ko sirf ek hi post mein post kiya jaana chahiye. Kyunki ye ek short story contest hai jiska matlab hai ki hum kewal chhoti kahaniyon ki ummeed kar rahe hain. Isliye apni kahani ko kayi post / bhaagon mein post karne ki anumati nahi hai. Agar koi bhi issue ho toh aap kisi bhi staff member ko Message kar sakte hain.

Important Links:
- Chit Chat Thread (For discussions)
- Review Thread (For reviews)
- Rules & Queries Thread (For contest details)
- Entry Thread (To submit your story)

Prizes

Position	Rewards
Winner	3500 ₹ + Award + 7000 Likes + 30-day Sticky Thread (Stories)
1st Runner-Up	2000 ₹ + Award + 5000 Likes + 15-day Sticky Thread (Stories)
2nd Runner-Up	1000 ₹ + 3000 Likes + 7-day Sticky Thread (Stories)
3rd Runner-Up	500 ₹ + 3000 Likes
Best Supporting Reader (Top 3)	500 ₹ (Each) + Award + 1000 Likes
Reporting Plagiarized Stories	200 Likes per valid report

Regards, XForum Staff