Har sheher ke kisi na kisi kone mein ek aisi jagah hoti hai jo bas ek chhoti si dukan, kuch kursiyan aur logo ke jazbaat se bhari hoti hai. Aisi hi ek jagah thi “Prem Pan Corner” — ek chhoti si pan ki dukan jahan har roz anek kahaniyan janam leti thi.
Aaj ki shaam bhi kuch khaas thi. Dhoop dhal chuki thi, aur hawaa mein ek ajeeb si garmi thi. Pan corner ke saamne do ladkiyan khadi thi – ek deep green kurti aur white leggings mein, aur doosri ek saree mein. Dono ke chehre pe kuch bechaini thi, par aankhon mein ek dard chhupa hua tha, jo sirf wahi samajh sakta tha jise dil tootne ka dard ho.
"Neha, tu andar jaa aur poochh ki wo aaya hai ya nahi," saree wali ladki, Suman ne kaha.
"Main kaise jaaun? Pichli baar bhi jab main gayi thi, usne mujhe dekha tak nahi," Neha ne ghabraate hue jawab diya.
Thoda door ek ladka khada tha – floral shirt aur grey jeans mein. Naam tha Arjun. Uski aankhen zameen par thi, lekin dimaag un dono ladkiyon ke paas bhatak raha tha. Arjun iss chauraha ka purana chehra tha. Har ladki ko lagta tha ki usme kuch baat hai – ek khamoshi jo sab kuch keh jaati thi.
Dukan ke andar ek aur ladka baitha tha – Imran. Dukan uske chacha ki thi, lekin zyada tar wo hi chalata tha. Sabke raaz uske paas the, kyunki sab log uske saamne ro ke chhup jaate the, ya fir hans ke dard chhupa lete the.
"Aaj phir dono aayi hain," Imran ne Arjun se kaha.
Arjun ne sirf ek halka sa smile diya, lekin kuch bola nahi. Shayad uske liye sab kuch kehna ab bekaar tha.
Neha ne himmat karke Arjun ke paas jaa kar poochha, “Tum kal raat kyun nahi aaye?”
Arjun ne thoda ruk kar kaha, “Kuch baatein hoti hain jo waqt ke saath khud hi chhoot jaati hain, Neha.”
Neha ki aankhon mein aansu the. Suman aage badhi aur boli, “Par kuch log waqt ke saath badal jaate hain, aur kuch log bas unki yaadon mein jeete rehte hain.”
Woh teeno thodi der tak ek chhup si ladai mein khade rahe – shabdon ke bina, sirf nazar aur jazbaat ke darmiyan. Har ek chehra kuch keh raha tha, lekin zubaan khaamosh thi.
Tabhi dukan ke andar Imran ne ek gana chalu kar diya – "Tujhse naraz nahi zindagi, hairaan hoon main..." Wo gana hawa mein gunguna gaya jaise kisi ne dil se kuch nikaal diya ho.
Neha ne apni chappal thodi si sambhali, aur bola, “Kabhi socha tha ki Prem Pan Corner humari yaadon ka aakhri mod banega…”
Arjun ne aankh uthakar dekha, lekin fir se aankh jhuka li. Shayad uske paas ab jawab nahi the, ya shayad use samajh aa gaya tha ki kisi ko khud se door karna kabhi kabhi unhe bachaane ka tarika hota hai.
Suman ne Neha ka haath pakda aur bola, “Chal Neha, ab yahaan se nikalte hain. Har kahani ka ek ant hota hai, aur humari kahani ka ant yahin tak tha.”
Wo dono chali gayi. Arjun unke jaane ke baad pehli baar kuch bola – “Imran, ek zarda aur chuna wala pan dena.”
Imran ne pan banate hue kaha, “Tu sach mein hero hai Arjun bhai, par kabhi kabhi villain ban jaane se kisi aur ka dil bach jaata hai.”
Arjun muskara diya. Shayad pehli baar uski muskaan asli thi.
Aur Prem Pan Corner pe ek aur kahani khatam ho gayi. Sheher ki raunak mein, chhoti dukaanein aur unke kone kone mein chhupi kahaniyan hi toh asli sheher banati hain.
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