hotaks444
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Doorbell bajte hi richa ghabra gai to maine uska kandha sakla kar muskura diya....
Main- daro mat ...gate kholo....sab samjha duga...jao...
Richa ne jaise hi gate khola to samne rony khada hua tha....
Main- aao rony ....andar aa jao...
Rony - kahiye boss...kya hukum hai...
Main- maine bataya to tha phon par....
Rony - are ha sir, pata hai...main to bas aise hi...hahaha...
Main- accha ye batao....ye kaam kar paoge...i mean...mujhe tum par bharosha hai...par koi gadbad to nhi hogi...
Rony - dont worry sir....rony par bharosha rakho...aur waise bhi ye kaam maine pahle bhi kiya tha....aap bas bharosa rakhiye...
Main- ok...to fir kaam par lag jao...
Richa- koi mujhe bhi batayga ki ye sab kya ho raha hai...
Main(richa ke paas ja kar)- ha meri jaan...tu hi to main item hai aaj ki party me....chal baith...batata hu ki tujhe kya karna hai....aaja...
Kareeb 30-40 min baad wasim richa ke ghar pahucha aur jate hi usne apni gun ko load kiya aur fir doorbell bajai.....
Gate khulte hi uski najar saamne khadi richa par padi jo wasim ko dekh kar muskura rahi thi....
Wasim(hairani se)- tu muskura kyo rahi hai...haa...aur...wo kaha hai....
Richa- are...itna gussa kisliye....wo yahi par hai...relax...
Wasim- relax gaya bhaad me ..tu ye bata ki usne kya bola tujhe...aur mujhe ye samjha ki tu muskura kyo rahi hai...
Richa- hehehe....hairaan rah gaye na...
Wasim(gusse se gun nikaal leta hai)- ab bolegi ya tujhe uske pahle hi uper pahucha du...haa....
Jaise hi wasim ne gun ki noke richa ki garden par chubhai to richa ki muskurahat chhu ho gai aur chehre par dar ke bhaav chha gaye.....
Richa- meri...meri baat to suno...
Wasim- ab aai na aoukat par...bol kaha hai wo...aur ye pahle bolna ki tu has kyo rahi thi...kahi tu uske sath to...
Richa(beech me)- nhi...main tumhare sath hu...wo to main isliye has rahi thi kyoki...kyoki maine pahle hi us par kaabu pa liya....
Wasim- kya..tune...hahaha...tu saali randi..tune ankit ko kaabu me kar liya...hatt...main nhi manta....
Richa(gusse se)- tune mujhe samjha hi kaha....main wo kar sakti hu jo tujh jaise 10 log na kar paaye...samjha...
Wasim(chilla kar)- chup saali....ab saaf-saaf bol ki tune kya kiya ...aur wo hai kaha....
Richa- ye gun hatao pahle...chubh rahi hai...
Wasim(gun hata kar)- ha bol..
Richa- wo sab basement me hai...unhe baandh kar rakha hai...
Wasim(hairani se)- sab...sab ka matlab...aur koun hai uske sath...
Richa- sonu aur sonam ...
Wasim- ohh...to wo bhi aa gaye uske jhaanse me...saalo ne apne maa-baap ko kho diya fir bhi....chalo...unka dimaag bhi thikane par laate hai....
Richa- hmm..jo karna hai karo...bas yaad rakhna ki meri beti par aanch nhi aani chahiye....
Wasim- theek hai..chal ab...main bahut besabri se is waqt ka intzaar kar raha tha....chal ...
Fir wasim richa ke sath basement ki taraf chal pada....
Basement ek khufiya kamre ki tarah tha....uska entrance hall ke beech me carpet ke neeche chipa tha......
Richa ne carpet hataya aur waha laga gate open kiya....aur gate open hote hi seediyan saamne aa gai...jo neeche ja rahi thi....aur sath me gate open hote hi basement light ki roshni se jagmaga utha...
Wasim(richa ko dekh kar)- tera dimaag bhi bahut chalta hai ...haa...
Richa(muskura kar)- wo to hai...ab chalo andar...
Wasim(gun dikha kar)- pahle tu chal...huh..
Richa wasim ko ghoorte huye seediyon se utarne lagi aur wasim bhi richa ko gun point par liye huye uske peeche jane laga....
Jaise hi dono neeche pahuche to saamne ka najara dekh kar wasim hairaan rah gaya...jabki richa wasim ko dekh kar itrane lagi....
Wasim- ye sab...tumne...aakhir kaise....
Richa- bas...apni adaayen hi aisi hai....hehehe.....
Wasim- hasna band kar...saaf-saaf bol ki kya kiya inhe....mujhe ab bhi yakeen nhi ho raha ki tune akele hi inki aisi haalat ki....
Wasim ne jab dekha ki main, sonu aur sonam chaire se bandhe baithe huye hai to use bahut hairaani hui....use vishwas hi nhi ho raha tha ki richa ye sab kar sakti hai..wo bhi akele....
Wasim- bol na...kaise kiya tune....
Richa- are...bas naseeli coffy pila di...aur fir apni beti ki help se in sabko baandh diya....khair ab to ye hosh me hai...dekho...
Wasim- good....sahi time par hosh me aa gaya saala....main bhi yahi chahta tha ki jab main ise maaru to iski aankho me mout ka dar dekhu...wo tadap dekhu...jo marne walo ko hoti hai....hhhh...
Wasim ye sab bolte-bolte josh me aa gaya...uska chehra gusse se laal hone laga....
Aur dusri taraf main bhi chair se bandha hua wasim ko dekh kar jhatpatane laga......
Meri jhatpatahat dekh kar wasim aur richa ke chehre par kameeni muskaan naachne lagi....
Main- to ye hai wo...jiske liye tune mujhe dhokha diya....kyo...ye hi hai na sarfaraz khan...haa...
Wasim- wah...to mera shaq sahi tha...tu mere baare me sab kuch jaan gaya....sab kuch...
Main- haa....sab kuch...wo bhi jo tune kisi ko nhi bataya...
Wasim(ghoor kar)- accha....itna kuch janta hai....tab to tujhe marna hoga...che..che...ch..ch..ch...bechara....
Main- nhi sarfaraz...tum mujhe nhi maar sakte ....main janta hu....
Wasim- ohh...tu mere baare me itna kuch janta hai ...tab bhi bol raha hai ki main tujhe maar nhi sakta.....
Main- haa ..kyoki main janta hu ki sarfaraz khan ab wasim khan ban chuka hai...aur wasim khan kisi ko maar nhi sakta....
Wasim(thahaka maar kar)- hahaha....bacche....naam badalne se insaan ji sakhsiyat nhi badalti...samjha....
Main- sahi kaha....aur tumhari sakhsiyat tumhare baap ki den hai...ali khan ki...aur main acchi tarah se janta hu ki ali khan kya sakhsiyat rakhte the....
Wasim- sahi kaha...par sayad tu ye nhi janta ki jab kisi sareef insaan ki mout hoti hai to uska nateeja bahut bhayanak hota hai....
Main- janta hu...wo nateeja mere saamne hai....
Wasim- accha hua tujhe sab samjh aa gaya....ab tujhe marte waqt koi malaal nhi rah jayga.....
Main- nhi...tum mujhe nhi maar sakte....
Wasim- hahaha....ek..ek wajah to bata ki tujhe chhod du....haa...
Main- meri chhod...tum ek wajah bata sakte ho mujhe maarne ki....
Wasim(serious ho kar)-hmm ..tu ek wajah ki baat kar raha hai...mere paas teen wajah hai ...teen.....samjha....
Main- wahi to main janna chahta hu...kam se kam mujhe pata to rahega ki main mar kyo raha hu...
Wasim- hmm...teri baat me dam hai...par usse pahle tu mujhe batayga....
Main- kya...main...main kya batauga....
Wasim- tu ye batayga ki tu mere baare me kya-kya janta hai...aur ye bhi bata ki tu kabse aur kaise janta hai ki main hi sarfaraz hu....haa....
Main- accha....itni si baat....koi nhi....mujhe batane me kya problem....suno...sab batata hu.....
Fir maine wasim ko suru se batana chalu kiya...ki kaise mujhe damini se sarfaraz ka naam pata chala aur fir uske saathiyon ka....
Fir kaise maine richa ke muh se sarfaraz ki asliyat jani aur tab mujhe pata chala ki wasim khan hi sarfaraz khan hai....
Meri baat sun kar wasim apne daant peeste huye richa ko dekhne laga....tab main fir se bola...
Main- use mat ghooro...maine hi use majboor kar diya tha ....aakhir uski beti ka sawaal tha...to bechari chup kaise rahti...hai na...
Waise mujhe ye bhi pata hai ki tum sirf kameene nhi...ek number ke tharki ho....tune apne dost sarad ki biwi aur beti ke sath najayaj sambandh banaye....aur ha...wo teri saali....use bhi nhi chhoda.....uski to god hi bhar di....hahaha...
Aur tere hawsipan ki had to tab ho gai...jab mujhe pata chala ki tu sala apni beti ko hi thokta hai...hain na....
Waise wo hai hi hot...uuummm....ek dam kadak....
Wasim(gun taankar meri taraf bada)- chup kar....meri beti ke baare me ek sabd bhi kaha to....
Main(beech me)- beti...hahaha....wo teri beti kaha se ho gai...asal me teri ek hi beti hai...gul...sahi kaha na....
Wasim- wah bacche...maan gaye...kafi tej hai tu...
Main(muskura kar)- thank you...par picture abhi baki hai....main ek baat to bhool hi gaya...teri ek nhi do beti hai...hai na....hmm...(muskurane laga)
Wasim(shocked)- ttt...tujhe kaise pata...
Main- bola tha na...mujhe wo bhi pata hai jo kisi aur ko pata nhi....
Wasim- maan gaye bacche ...sach me...tune to apne baap ko bhi piche chhod diya....great...par kya faayda....itna tej dimaag bas kuch hi der ka mehmaan hai....
Main- wasim khan...main ab bhi yahi kahta hu ki tum mujhe maar nhi sakte....
Wasim(richa ko dekh kar)- lagta hai baccha shock me hai.....
Main- usse kya puch rahe ho...mujhse baat karo....shock to abhi tumhe milega...meri baat ab tak khatm nhi hui....
Wasim(mujhe ghoorte huye)- accha...aur kya janta hai tu....
Main- aahhh...main wo janta hu jo koi nhi janta....maine kaha tha...yaad hai na...
Wasim(daant peeste huye)- to bol na...main bhi to sunu....
Main- anwar, sakeel, parvej, gulnaar, javed, parveen.....haa ..kuch samjha...ya detail batau....
Wasim(hairani se)- to tune sab padh liya....good...par tu mujhe inke naam kyo bata raha hai...main to sabko janta hu....
Main- ha ..main janta hu ki tu sab janta hai...asal me main inki mout ki baat kar raha tha...jindgi ki nahi....
Wasim(shocked)- kk..kya matlab...tu kahna kya chahta hai...
Main- wahi jo tu soch raha hai....unki mout ki wajah....aur hum dono hi jante hai ki wo sab kaise maare gaye....
Wasim- kya...kya bakta hai...
Main(chilla kar)- bakta nhi....sach bol raha hu....un sab ki mout ki wajah bhi tu hai...samjha....
Wasim- hahaha....tu..tu samjhta kya hai...tu jo bolega wo sach ho jayga...haa...
Main- nhi...bilkul nhi...asal me, main sach hi bol raha hu....
Wasim(gun taan kar)- chup kar...warna abhi tera bheja bahar kar duga....
Main- accha...tujhe ab bhi lagta hai ki tu mujhe maar sakta hai...haa...
Wasim- nhi...lagta nhi...main tujhe aaj maar kar hi jauga....
Main- hmm..chalo theek hai..main tumhari baat man leta hu....to tumhare hisaab se aaj main marne wala hu...
Wasim- ha bilkul...
Main- ok...maan liya...to kya tum marne wale ki aakhiri khwahish puri nhi karoge....
Wasim- hahaha...mujhe kya wo judge samjh rakha hai jo faasi ke waqt aakhiri khwahis puchta hai....
Main- nhi...par main chahta hu ki main apne sawalon ke jawaab lekar maruga to shanti se mar pauga....bas aur kuch nhi....
Wasim(ek chair le kar baith gaya)- hmm..richa...tu bhi baith ja...aur teri beti ko bhi baitha le....kyoki main iske saare sawaalo ke jawaab dene wala hu...to thoda time lagega....hmm...to bol bacche...kya sawaal hai tera...
Main- thanks...to mera pahla sawaal ye hai ki wo kya wajah hai jis wajah se tum mujhe marne wale ho...aur meri family ke piche kyo pade ho....kyo tum sarfaraz se wasim bane...haa....
Wasim meri baat sunkar apne ateet me kho gaya aur dekhte hi dekhte uska chehra gusse se laal hone laga....
Main- ab chup kyo ho gaya...bol na...
Wasim(chilla kar)- kya jaanna hai tujhe....mere pariwar ki barbaadi...haa...to sun....
Mere pita ali khan tere dadaji aazad ko bhai se badkar maante the....aur aazaad ne...us aazaad ne mere maa-baap ko jinda jala diya....jala diya....
Main- par kyo....kya isliye ki tumhari maa ka mere dadaji ke sath najayaj rishta tha....
Wasim(gusse se tamtamaya hua)- haraamjaade....main tujhe....
Wasim uthkar mujhe maarne bada par riya ne use rok liya....
Wasim- ye ladki..mera hath chhod warna...
Main(beech me)- wasim khan...maine ye baat isliye boli kyoki mujhe yahi wajah batai gai thi...
Wasim(chilla kar)- kisne bola...
Main- tere baju me dekh...wahi hai...richa...
Wasim ne riya se hath jhatka aur richa ko ek joordaar thappad kheech diya....richa apni chair ke sath zameen par ludak gai....
Wasim(richa par gun taan kar)- saali randi...teri ye himmat ki meri maa ke baare me....ab sabse pahle tu maregi....
Riya(wasim ke saamne aakar)- nhi uncle...plz meri maa ko mat maariye...plz uncle....
Richa- mm..main kya kahti...isne meri beti ki aad me mujhse puch liya...aur..tumne asliyat batane ko mana kiya tha...to maine...
Wasim(richa ko laat maar kar)- to tu meri maa ko badnaam karegi....ruk ja randi...iska hisaab to tujhe dena hoga....pahle jara is ladke se nipat lu...
Wasim fir se chair par baith gaya aur gusse se saasen lene laga....
Wasim- sun liya na...aisa kuch nhi tha....aazaad aiyaash tha...par uski najron me dosti ki keemat thi...
Main- wah...tum fir bhi ye mante ho ki mere dadaji ne tumhare gharwalo ko jala diya....
Wasim- haa...ye sach hai...bilkul sach....usi ne jalaya...mere abbu...ammi...aamir...(aur wasim khan rone laga....)
Main- nhi...main nhi manta....mere dadaji bina kisi wajah ke....
Wasim(chilla kar)- wajah thi...aur wo wajah thi tere dadaji ki jhooti shaan...aur unki wo kameeni beti...aarti.....
Main- kya....ye kya bol rahe ho...aarti bua ne kya kiya....
Wasim- batata hu...aaj sab batata hu....
Doorbell bajte hi richa ghabra gai to maine uska kandha sakla kar muskura diya....
Main- daro mat ...gate kholo....sab samjha duga...jao...
Richa ne jaise hi gate khola to samne rony khada hua tha....
Main- aao rony ....andar aa jao...
Rony - kahiye boss...kya hukum hai...
Main- maine bataya to tha phon par....
Rony - are ha sir, pata hai...main to bas aise hi...hahaha...
Main- accha ye batao....ye kaam kar paoge...i mean...mujhe tum par bharosha hai...par koi gadbad to nhi hogi...
Rony - dont worry sir....rony par bharosha rakho...aur waise bhi ye kaam maine pahle bhi kiya tha....aap bas bharosa rakhiye...
Main- ok...to fir kaam par lag jao...
Richa- koi mujhe bhi batayga ki ye sab kya ho raha hai...
Main(richa ke paas ja kar)- ha meri jaan...tu hi to main item hai aaj ki party me....chal baith...batata hu ki tujhe kya karna hai....aaja...
Kareeb 30-40 min baad wasim richa ke ghar pahucha aur jate hi usne apni gun ko load kiya aur fir doorbell bajai.....
Gate khulte hi uski najar saamne khadi richa par padi jo wasim ko dekh kar muskura rahi thi....
Wasim(hairani se)- tu muskura kyo rahi hai...haa...aur...wo kaha hai....
Richa- are...itna gussa kisliye....wo yahi par hai...relax...
Wasim- relax gaya bhaad me ..tu ye bata ki usne kya bola tujhe...aur mujhe ye samjha ki tu muskura kyo rahi hai...
Richa- hehehe....hairaan rah gaye na...
Wasim(gusse se gun nikaal leta hai)- ab bolegi ya tujhe uske pahle hi uper pahucha du...haa....
Jaise hi wasim ne gun ki noke richa ki garden par chubhai to richa ki muskurahat chhu ho gai aur chehre par dar ke bhaav chha gaye.....
Richa- meri...meri baat to suno...
Wasim- ab aai na aoukat par...bol kaha hai wo...aur ye pahle bolna ki tu has kyo rahi thi...kahi tu uske sath to...
Richa(beech me)- nhi...main tumhare sath hu...wo to main isliye has rahi thi kyoki...kyoki maine pahle hi us par kaabu pa liya....
Wasim- kya..tune...hahaha...tu saali randi..tune ankit ko kaabu me kar liya...hatt...main nhi manta....
Richa(gusse se)- tune mujhe samjha hi kaha....main wo kar sakti hu jo tujh jaise 10 log na kar paaye...samjha...
Wasim(chilla kar)- chup saali....ab saaf-saaf bol ki tune kya kiya ...aur wo hai kaha....
Richa- ye gun hatao pahle...chubh rahi hai...
Wasim(gun hata kar)- ha bol..
Richa- wo sab basement me hai...unhe baandh kar rakha hai...
Wasim(hairani se)- sab...sab ka matlab...aur koun hai uske sath...
Richa- sonu aur sonam ...
Wasim- ohh...to wo bhi aa gaye uske jhaanse me...saalo ne apne maa-baap ko kho diya fir bhi....chalo...unka dimaag bhi thikane par laate hai....
Richa- hmm..jo karna hai karo...bas yaad rakhna ki meri beti par aanch nhi aani chahiye....
Wasim- theek hai..chal ab...main bahut besabri se is waqt ka intzaar kar raha tha....chal ...
Fir wasim richa ke sath basement ki taraf chal pada....
Basement ek khufiya kamre ki tarah tha....uska entrance hall ke beech me carpet ke neeche chipa tha......
Richa ne carpet hataya aur waha laga gate open kiya....aur gate open hote hi seediyan saamne aa gai...jo neeche ja rahi thi....aur sath me gate open hote hi basement light ki roshni se jagmaga utha...
Wasim(richa ko dekh kar)- tera dimaag bhi bahut chalta hai ...haa...
Richa(muskura kar)- wo to hai...ab chalo andar...
Wasim(gun dikha kar)- pahle tu chal...huh..
Richa wasim ko ghoorte huye seediyon se utarne lagi aur wasim bhi richa ko gun point par liye huye uske peeche jane laga....
Jaise hi dono neeche pahuche to saamne ka najara dekh kar wasim hairaan rah gaya...jabki richa wasim ko dekh kar itrane lagi....
Wasim- ye sab...tumne...aakhir kaise....
Richa- bas...apni adaayen hi aisi hai....hehehe.....
Wasim- hasna band kar...saaf-saaf bol ki kya kiya inhe....mujhe ab bhi yakeen nhi ho raha ki tune akele hi inki aisi haalat ki....
Wasim ne jab dekha ki main, sonu aur sonam chaire se bandhe baithe huye hai to use bahut hairaani hui....use vishwas hi nhi ho raha tha ki richa ye sab kar sakti hai..wo bhi akele....
Wasim- bol na...kaise kiya tune....
Richa- are...bas naseeli coffy pila di...aur fir apni beti ki help se in sabko baandh diya....khair ab to ye hosh me hai...dekho...
Wasim- good....sahi time par hosh me aa gaya saala....main bhi yahi chahta tha ki jab main ise maaru to iski aankho me mout ka dar dekhu...wo tadap dekhu...jo marne walo ko hoti hai....hhhh...
Wasim ye sab bolte-bolte josh me aa gaya...uska chehra gusse se laal hone laga....
Aur dusri taraf main bhi chair se bandha hua wasim ko dekh kar jhatpatane laga......
Meri jhatpatahat dekh kar wasim aur richa ke chehre par kameeni muskaan naachne lagi....
Main- to ye hai wo...jiske liye tune mujhe dhokha diya....kyo...ye hi hai na sarfaraz khan...haa...
Wasim- wah...to mera shaq sahi tha...tu mere baare me sab kuch jaan gaya....sab kuch...
Main- haa....sab kuch...wo bhi jo tune kisi ko nhi bataya...
Wasim(ghoor kar)- accha....itna kuch janta hai....tab to tujhe marna hoga...che..che...ch..ch..ch...bechara....
Main- nhi sarfaraz...tum mujhe nhi maar sakte ....main janta hu....
Wasim- ohh...tu mere baare me itna kuch janta hai ...tab bhi bol raha hai ki main tujhe maar nhi sakta.....
Main- haa ..kyoki main janta hu ki sarfaraz khan ab wasim khan ban chuka hai...aur wasim khan kisi ko maar nhi sakta....
Wasim(thahaka maar kar)- hahaha....bacche....naam badalne se insaan ji sakhsiyat nhi badalti...samjha....
Main- sahi kaha....aur tumhari sakhsiyat tumhare baap ki den hai...ali khan ki...aur main acchi tarah se janta hu ki ali khan kya sakhsiyat rakhte the....
Wasim- sahi kaha...par sayad tu ye nhi janta ki jab kisi sareef insaan ki mout hoti hai to uska nateeja bahut bhayanak hota hai....
Main- janta hu...wo nateeja mere saamne hai....
Wasim- accha hua tujhe sab samjh aa gaya....ab tujhe marte waqt koi malaal nhi rah jayga.....
Main- nhi...tum mujhe nhi maar sakte....
Wasim- hahaha....ek..ek wajah to bata ki tujhe chhod du....haa...
Main- meri chhod...tum ek wajah bata sakte ho mujhe maarne ki....
Wasim(serious ho kar)-hmm ..tu ek wajah ki baat kar raha hai...mere paas teen wajah hai ...teen.....samjha....
Main- wahi to main janna chahta hu...kam se kam mujhe pata to rahega ki main mar kyo raha hu...
Wasim- hmm...teri baat me dam hai...par usse pahle tu mujhe batayga....
Main- kya...main...main kya batauga....
Wasim- tu ye batayga ki tu mere baare me kya-kya janta hai...aur ye bhi bata ki tu kabse aur kaise janta hai ki main hi sarfaraz hu....haa....
Main- accha....itni si baat....koi nhi....mujhe batane me kya problem....suno...sab batata hu.....
Fir maine wasim ko suru se batana chalu kiya...ki kaise mujhe damini se sarfaraz ka naam pata chala aur fir uske saathiyon ka....
Fir kaise maine richa ke muh se sarfaraz ki asliyat jani aur tab mujhe pata chala ki wasim khan hi sarfaraz khan hai....
Meri baat sun kar wasim apne daant peeste huye richa ko dekhne laga....tab main fir se bola...
Main- use mat ghooro...maine hi use majboor kar diya tha ....aakhir uski beti ka sawaal tha...to bechari chup kaise rahti...hai na...
Waise mujhe ye bhi pata hai ki tum sirf kameene nhi...ek number ke tharki ho....tune apne dost sarad ki biwi aur beti ke sath najayaj sambandh banaye....aur ha...wo teri saali....use bhi nhi chhoda.....uski to god hi bhar di....hahaha...
Aur tere hawsipan ki had to tab ho gai...jab mujhe pata chala ki tu sala apni beti ko hi thokta hai...hain na....
Waise wo hai hi hot...uuummm....ek dam kadak....
Wasim(gun taankar meri taraf bada)- chup kar....meri beti ke baare me ek sabd bhi kaha to....
Main(beech me)- beti...hahaha....wo teri beti kaha se ho gai...asal me teri ek hi beti hai...gul...sahi kaha na....
Wasim- wah bacche...maan gaye...kafi tej hai tu...
Main(muskura kar)- thank you...par picture abhi baki hai....main ek baat to bhool hi gaya...teri ek nhi do beti hai...hai na....hmm...(muskurane laga)
Wasim(shocked)- ttt...tujhe kaise pata...
Main- bola tha na...mujhe wo bhi pata hai jo kisi aur ko pata nhi....
Wasim- maan gaye bacche ...sach me...tune to apne baap ko bhi piche chhod diya....great...par kya faayda....itna tej dimaag bas kuch hi der ka mehmaan hai....
Main- wasim khan...main ab bhi yahi kahta hu ki tum mujhe maar nhi sakte....
Wasim(richa ko dekh kar)- lagta hai baccha shock me hai.....
Main- usse kya puch rahe ho...mujhse baat karo....shock to abhi tumhe milega...meri baat ab tak khatm nhi hui....
Wasim(mujhe ghoorte huye)- accha...aur kya janta hai tu....
Main- aahhh...main wo janta hu jo koi nhi janta....maine kaha tha...yaad hai na...
Wasim(daant peeste huye)- to bol na...main bhi to sunu....
Main- anwar, sakeel, parvej, gulnaar, javed, parveen.....haa ..kuch samjha...ya detail batau....
Wasim(hairani se)- to tune sab padh liya....good...par tu mujhe inke naam kyo bata raha hai...main to sabko janta hu....
Main- ha ..main janta hu ki tu sab janta hai...asal me main inki mout ki baat kar raha tha...jindgi ki nahi....
Wasim(shocked)- kk..kya matlab...tu kahna kya chahta hai...
Main- wahi jo tu soch raha hai....unki mout ki wajah....aur hum dono hi jante hai ki wo sab kaise maare gaye....
Wasim- kya...kya bakta hai...
Main(chilla kar)- bakta nhi....sach bol raha hu....un sab ki mout ki wajah bhi tu hai...samjha....
Wasim- hahaha....tu..tu samjhta kya hai...tu jo bolega wo sach ho jayga...haa...
Main- nhi...bilkul nhi...asal me, main sach hi bol raha hu....
Wasim(gun taan kar)- chup kar...warna abhi tera bheja bahar kar duga....
Main- accha...tujhe ab bhi lagta hai ki tu mujhe maar sakta hai...haa...
Wasim- nhi...lagta nhi...main tujhe aaj maar kar hi jauga....
Main- hmm..chalo theek hai..main tumhari baat man leta hu....to tumhare hisaab se aaj main marne wala hu...
Wasim- ha bilkul...
Main- ok...maan liya...to kya tum marne wale ki aakhiri khwahish puri nhi karoge....
Wasim- hahaha...mujhe kya wo judge samjh rakha hai jo faasi ke waqt aakhiri khwahis puchta hai....
Main- nhi...par main chahta hu ki main apne sawalon ke jawaab lekar maruga to shanti se mar pauga....bas aur kuch nhi....
Wasim(ek chair le kar baith gaya)- hmm..richa...tu bhi baith ja...aur teri beti ko bhi baitha le....kyoki main iske saare sawaalo ke jawaab dene wala hu...to thoda time lagega....hmm...to bol bacche...kya sawaal hai tera...
Main- thanks...to mera pahla sawaal ye hai ki wo kya wajah hai jis wajah se tum mujhe marne wale ho...aur meri family ke piche kyo pade ho....kyo tum sarfaraz se wasim bane...haa....
Wasim meri baat sunkar apne ateet me kho gaya aur dekhte hi dekhte uska chehra gusse se laal hone laga....
Main- ab chup kyo ho gaya...bol na...
Wasim(chilla kar)- kya jaanna hai tujhe....mere pariwar ki barbaadi...haa...to sun....
Mere pita ali khan tere dadaji aazad ko bhai se badkar maante the....aur aazaad ne...us aazaad ne mere maa-baap ko jinda jala diya....jala diya....
Main- par kyo....kya isliye ki tumhari maa ka mere dadaji ke sath najayaj rishta tha....
Wasim(gusse se tamtamaya hua)- haraamjaade....main tujhe....
Wasim uthkar mujhe maarne bada par riya ne use rok liya....
Wasim- ye ladki..mera hath chhod warna...
Main(beech me)- wasim khan...maine ye baat isliye boli kyoki mujhe yahi wajah batai gai thi...
Wasim(chilla kar)- kisne bola...
Main- tere baju me dekh...wahi hai...richa...
Wasim ne riya se hath jhatka aur richa ko ek joordaar thappad kheech diya....richa apni chair ke sath zameen par ludak gai....
Wasim(richa par gun taan kar)- saali randi...teri ye himmat ki meri maa ke baare me....ab sabse pahle tu maregi....
Riya(wasim ke saamne aakar)- nhi uncle...plz meri maa ko mat maariye...plz uncle....
Richa- mm..main kya kahti...isne meri beti ki aad me mujhse puch liya...aur..tumne asliyat batane ko mana kiya tha...to maine...
Wasim(richa ko laat maar kar)- to tu meri maa ko badnaam karegi....ruk ja randi...iska hisaab to tujhe dena hoga....pahle jara is ladke se nipat lu...
Wasim fir se chair par baith gaya aur gusse se saasen lene laga....
Wasim- sun liya na...aisa kuch nhi tha....aazaad aiyaash tha...par uski najron me dosti ki keemat thi...
Main- wah...tum fir bhi ye mante ho ki mere dadaji ne tumhare gharwalo ko jala diya....
Wasim- haa...ye sach hai...bilkul sach....usi ne jalaya...mere abbu...ammi...aamir...(aur wasim khan rone laga....)
Main- nhi...main nhi manta....mere dadaji bina kisi wajah ke....
Wasim(chilla kar)- wajah thi...aur wo wajah thi tere dadaji ki jhooti shaan...aur unki wo kameeni beti...aarti.....
Main- kya....ye kya bol rahe ho...aarti bua ne kya kiya....
Wasim- batata hu...aaj sab batata hu....