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Part 1
Pratiksha ek chhoti si shahar se aayi thi, lekin uske sapne aur armaan uske shehar se kai aage the. Uski muskaan, uski nazar aur uski ada mein ek aisi shakti thi jo har dil ko chhoo jaati thi. College ke dinon se hi, jab campus ke har mod par use dekhte hi lade hui nazrein thum jaati thi, use pata tha ki usme ek anokhi shakti hai—wo apne jazbaat mein itni khuli thi, itna bebaak tha ki log uski taraf sirf nazar nahi uthaa paate the.
Pratiksha ke junoon aur kala ne usko ek mukammal mehfil ka hissa bana diya tha. Ek shaam, ek cultural event mein, jab usne apne likhe hue kavitaayein pesh ki, tab uske charo taraf kai saare jawaan aur baday shauk se uski taraf dekhne lage. Kuch jawaan ladke campus ke chanchal dil lekar, kuch bade mard uske nazariye aur uske andaaz-e-bayaan se mutasir the. Har koi use sirf ek kalpnik kirdar nahi, balki ek zinda, chanchal, aur jazbaat se bhari hui aurat ke roop mein dekhne laga.
Us raat, chandni ke neeche, jab hawa mein halki si thandak thi aur har ek zarra mehfil ke jazbaat ko mehsoos kar raha tha, Pratiksha ne mehfil mein akele hi kuch waqt bitaya. Uske dil pe in sab nazaron ka asar tha—har ek nazar mein usko ek nayi kahani mil rahi thi. Ek taraf Aarav tha, jiske nazar mein shayari thi aur jiski baaton mein madhurta thi; doosri taraf Rahul, ek shaukeen naujawan, jiska har ek lafz use apni taraf barha leta tha; aur phir kuch aur mard – jinke alfaaz bhi chupke se uske dil ki dhadkan badha dete the. Yeh sab dekh kar Pratiksha khud mein ek alag hi deewangi mehsoos kar rahi thi, ek aisi deewangi jo uske andar ke rangon ko nikharke sabke saamne la deti thi.
Us andhere mein, ek koni se soft music ki dhun chal rahi thi aur Pratiksha ne mehsoos kiya ki har nazar, har shabd, aur har muskaan uske saath ek rahnuma ban kar chal rahi hai. Use laga jaise yeh sara junoon, yeh pyaar aur yeh chahat, uski zindagi ke naye raaste kholne ko taiyaar ho. Us raat, baatein hote hue, halka sa jadoo mehfil mein chhane laga. Kisi ne uski taraf pyaar bhari nazar daali, toh kisi ne puchha, “Pratiksha, tumhara yeh andaaz dil ko chhoo jaata hai”—aur us pal mein use mahasoos hua ke uski khubsurati sirf uske chehre mein nahi, balki uske jazbaat, uski soch, aur uske andaaz mein basi hui hai.
Jab event khatam hua, Pratiksha ne apne aap se kaha, “Meri deewangi sirf shabd ya kalpana nahi, balki mere anubhavon ka ek ajeeb sa rang hai.” Voh samajh gayi ki duniya uske charo taraf deewangi se bhari hui hai—kuch log use chahte hain, dekhna pasand karte hain, aur unki nazrein use itni gehrai se samajh rahi hoti hain ki use apni asli pehchaan milti hai. Woh ek aisi aurat thi jo apni khud ki deewangi mein jeeti thi, apne jazbaat ko mehkane ke liye azad thi, aur har ek nazar ke peeche chhupi kahaniyon ko dil se mehsoos karti thi.
Agle kuch dino mein, campus aur shehar ke galiyon mein Pratiksha ke baare mein afsaane aur kahaniyaan tezi se phelne lage. Log uske straw se sirf uski kala ki tareef nahi karte the, balki uske uss anokhe andaaz ko bhi samajhte the jisme usne apni zindagi ko pure jazbaat ke saath jiya tha. Usne yeh seekha ke deewangi koi jurm nahi, balki ek azaadi hai—azaadi aapne dil ko poori tarah se jeene ki, azaadi apne aap ko sabke saamne khul kar pesh karne ki.
Pratiksha ne apne dil ki kahani ko aise sanwara, jisme har ek admirer, chahe vo jawaan ho ya tajurba car, ek kirdar ban kar aaya. Yeh kahani, ek nayi umeed, ek nayi aarzoo ban kar uske zindagi ko roshan karne lagi. Aur aaj bhi, jab Pratiksha apne manpasand shabdon mein apne anubhavon ko dabba kar likhti hai, to uski deewangi uski pehchaan ban kar reh gayi—ek aisa nasheela ehsaas, jisme na sirf pyaar, balki dil ki gehraaiyan aur zindagi ki rangini chhupi hui hain.
Is kahani mein, Pratiksha ke charo taraf ke log usse dekhte hain, pyaar karte hain aur uski jaadui charm mein khud ko kho dete hain. Woh samajh gayi ke asli deewangi wahi hai, jo apne aap se, apne jazbaat se aur us khulepan se jism aur jaan mein asar daalne wali hoti hai, bina kisi bandhan ke. Aaj, Pratiksha ke ehsaas ne use ek aisi manzil di jahan usne khud ko poori tarah se sweekar kiya—ek sweekar, jisme har ek nazar, chaahe vo itni hi intense kyu na ho, bas ek tarafta mohabbat aur samarpan ko darshati hai.
"Meri deewangi, meri pehchaan hai," Pratiksha ne dil se kaha, aur us pal ke suraj ne, apni roshni mein, un sab jazbaat ko ek nayi umeed se sanwar diya
Pratiksha ek chhoti si shahar se aayi thi, lekin uske sapne aur armaan uske shehar se kai aage the. Uski muskaan, uski nazar aur uski ada mein ek aisi shakti thi jo har dil ko chhoo jaati thi. College ke dinon se hi, jab campus ke har mod par use dekhte hi lade hui nazrein thum jaati thi, use pata tha ki usme ek anokhi shakti hai—wo apne jazbaat mein itni khuli thi, itna bebaak tha ki log uski taraf sirf nazar nahi uthaa paate the.
Pratiksha ke junoon aur kala ne usko ek mukammal mehfil ka hissa bana diya tha. Ek shaam, ek cultural event mein, jab usne apne likhe hue kavitaayein pesh ki, tab uske charo taraf kai saare jawaan aur baday shauk se uski taraf dekhne lage. Kuch jawaan ladke campus ke chanchal dil lekar, kuch bade mard uske nazariye aur uske andaaz-e-bayaan se mutasir the. Har koi use sirf ek kalpnik kirdar nahi, balki ek zinda, chanchal, aur jazbaat se bhari hui aurat ke roop mein dekhne laga.
Us raat, chandni ke neeche, jab hawa mein halki si thandak thi aur har ek zarra mehfil ke jazbaat ko mehsoos kar raha tha, Pratiksha ne mehfil mein akele hi kuch waqt bitaya. Uske dil pe in sab nazaron ka asar tha—har ek nazar mein usko ek nayi kahani mil rahi thi. Ek taraf Aarav tha, jiske nazar mein shayari thi aur jiski baaton mein madhurta thi; doosri taraf Rahul, ek shaukeen naujawan, jiska har ek lafz use apni taraf barha leta tha; aur phir kuch aur mard – jinke alfaaz bhi chupke se uske dil ki dhadkan badha dete the. Yeh sab dekh kar Pratiksha khud mein ek alag hi deewangi mehsoos kar rahi thi, ek aisi deewangi jo uske andar ke rangon ko nikharke sabke saamne la deti thi.
Us andhere mein, ek koni se soft music ki dhun chal rahi thi aur Pratiksha ne mehsoos kiya ki har nazar, har shabd, aur har muskaan uske saath ek rahnuma ban kar chal rahi hai. Use laga jaise yeh sara junoon, yeh pyaar aur yeh chahat, uski zindagi ke naye raaste kholne ko taiyaar ho. Us raat, baatein hote hue, halka sa jadoo mehfil mein chhane laga. Kisi ne uski taraf pyaar bhari nazar daali, toh kisi ne puchha, “Pratiksha, tumhara yeh andaaz dil ko chhoo jaata hai”—aur us pal mein use mahasoos hua ke uski khubsurati sirf uske chehre mein nahi, balki uske jazbaat, uski soch, aur uske andaaz mein basi hui hai.
Jab event khatam hua, Pratiksha ne apne aap se kaha, “Meri deewangi sirf shabd ya kalpana nahi, balki mere anubhavon ka ek ajeeb sa rang hai.” Voh samajh gayi ki duniya uske charo taraf deewangi se bhari hui hai—kuch log use chahte hain, dekhna pasand karte hain, aur unki nazrein use itni gehrai se samajh rahi hoti hain ki use apni asli pehchaan milti hai. Woh ek aisi aurat thi jo apni khud ki deewangi mein jeeti thi, apne jazbaat ko mehkane ke liye azad thi, aur har ek nazar ke peeche chhupi kahaniyon ko dil se mehsoos karti thi.
Agle kuch dino mein, campus aur shehar ke galiyon mein Pratiksha ke baare mein afsaane aur kahaniyaan tezi se phelne lage. Log uske straw se sirf uski kala ki tareef nahi karte the, balki uske uss anokhe andaaz ko bhi samajhte the jisme usne apni zindagi ko pure jazbaat ke saath jiya tha. Usne yeh seekha ke deewangi koi jurm nahi, balki ek azaadi hai—azaadi aapne dil ko poori tarah se jeene ki, azaadi apne aap ko sabke saamne khul kar pesh karne ki.
Pratiksha ne apne dil ki kahani ko aise sanwara, jisme har ek admirer, chahe vo jawaan ho ya tajurba car, ek kirdar ban kar aaya. Yeh kahani, ek nayi umeed, ek nayi aarzoo ban kar uske zindagi ko roshan karne lagi. Aur aaj bhi, jab Pratiksha apne manpasand shabdon mein apne anubhavon ko dabba kar likhti hai, to uski deewangi uski pehchaan ban kar reh gayi—ek aisa nasheela ehsaas, jisme na sirf pyaar, balki dil ki gehraaiyan aur zindagi ki rangini chhupi hui hain.
Is kahani mein, Pratiksha ke charo taraf ke log usse dekhte hain, pyaar karte hain aur uski jaadui charm mein khud ko kho dete hain. Woh samajh gayi ke asli deewangi wahi hai, jo apne aap se, apne jazbaat se aur us khulepan se jism aur jaan mein asar daalne wali hoti hai, bina kisi bandhan ke. Aaj, Pratiksha ke ehsaas ne use ek aisi manzil di jahan usne khud ko poori tarah se sweekar kiya—ek sweekar, jisme har ek nazar, chaahe vo itni hi intense kyu na ho, bas ek tarafta mohabbat aur samarpan ko darshati hai.
"Meri deewangi, meri pehchaan hai," Pratiksha ne dil se kaha, aur us pal ke suraj ne, apni roshni mein, un sab jazbaat ko ek nayi umeed se sanwar diya
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Subah ki halki dhoop jaise hi Pratiksha ke bedroom ke parde se chhalkar aayi, usne mehsoos kiya ki kal raat ke jazbaat ab bhi uske dil mein gungunaa rahe hain. Bed par aaram se letey hue, uski ankhein band karte hue, voh un lamhon ki yaadein taza karne lagi, jab alag-alag nazaron ne uske dil ke kone-ko chhoo liya tha. Us raat ke cultural event ne usko sirf bahar ke duniya se jodna nahi sikhaya balki uske andar ke aise jazbaat ko bhi jagaya jo hamesha chupae rehte the.
Uski diary, jo uske bedroom ke ek kone mein rakhi thi, ab uska sabse gehra saathi ban chuki thi. Usne diary kholi aur shuru kiya likhna: > "Aaj main apne aap se puchti hoon—main sach mein kaun hoon? Kal raat ki mehfil mein itne saare logon ne mujhe apni nazaron se mehsoos kiya, lekin ab zaroori hai ke main un nazron ke peeche chhupey apne asliyat ko pehchaanun."
Kal raat ke lamhon mein, Pratiksha ke charo taraf kai aise mard the jinke andaaz ne uski deewangi ko alag rang diye.
Ab Pratiksha apne kamre ke sheeshe ke saamne khadi, khud se baat karti hui mehsoos karti hai ki har ek admirer usko bas dekhne ya pasand karne se zyada, uske andar ke uss aise deewangi ka hissa ban gaye hain jo uski rooh ki gehraiyon ko chhoo jati hai. Usne aapne aap ko dekhte hue kaha: > "Main apni deewangi ko sirf logon ki nazaron mein nahi, balki apne dil ke aaine mein dhoondhungi. Har ek nazar, har ek baat mere lie ek nayi kahani hai, aur main in kahaniyon ke zariye apne aap ko aur gehraai se samajhne lagi hoon."
Woh ek ek shabd aur har ek yaad ko apne dil mein mehsoos karti hai—Aarav ki naram shayari, Rahul ke playful taane, Nikhil ka confident flirt aur Sameer ke tajurbe bhare alfaaz. In sab ne uske liye ek manch tayyar kiya, jahan usne apne jazbaat aur apni zindagi ke rangon ko ek naye andaaz se mehsoos kiya. Har ek charitra ne usko alag tareeke se prerit kiya, aur us raat ke baad voh apne aap ko naya roop dete dekh rahi thi.
Is exploring safar mein, Pratiksha ke liye sabse badi baat yeh thi ke voh apne aap se sacchai se mil rahi thi—apne un jazbaat se, jo kabhi itne khule roop mein dum lete the. Usne samjha ke deewangi ek aisi azadi hai jo uske andar ke har rang ko, har ehsaas ko, ek nayi pehchaan aur nayi zindagi mein tabdeel kar deti hai.
Aaj bhi, apne kamre ki un diwarein jo uske khayalon aur kavitaon se sajaa hua hai, voh usse yaad dilati hain ke zindagi ke har pal mein pyaar, chah aur self-discovery ka nasha uske aas paas rehta hai. Aur Pratiksha, in nigaahon aur alfaazon ke sang, apni deewangi ko apni sabse badi taqat mante hue, ek nayi manzil ki ore badh rahi hai.
Kaisi lagi Pratiksha ke is naye safar ki shuruaat? Aur kya aap is zindagi ke aur pehlu explore karna chahenge?
Subah ki halki dhoop jaise hi Pratiksha ke bedroom ke parde se chhalkar aayi, usne mehsoos kiya ki kal raat ke jazbaat ab bhi uske dil mein gungunaa rahe hain. Bed par aaram se letey hue, uski ankhein band karte hue, voh un lamhon ki yaadein taza karne lagi, jab alag-alag nazaron ne uske dil ke kone-ko chhoo liya tha. Us raat ke cultural event ne usko sirf bahar ke duniya se jodna nahi sikhaya balki uske andar ke aise jazbaat ko bhi jagaya jo hamesha chupae rehte the.
Uski diary, jo uske bedroom ke ek kone mein rakhi thi, ab uska sabse gehra saathi ban chuki thi. Usne diary kholi aur shuru kiya likhna: > "Aaj main apne aap se puchti hoon—main sach mein kaun hoon? Kal raat ki mehfil mein itne saare logon ne mujhe apni nazaron se mehsoos kiya, lekin ab zaroori hai ke main un nazron ke peeche chhupey apne asliyat ko pehchaanun."
Kal raat ke lamhon mein, Pratiksha ke charo taraf kai aise mard the jinke andaaz ne uski deewangi ko alag rang diye.
- Aarav – Ek aisa jawaan jo shayari bhari nazron aur naram alfaaz ke saath uski taraf aata tha. Aarav ki har baat mein ek gehraai thi, jiski wajah se uski aankhon mein uske liye shayari ke tukde chamak uthe.
- Rahul – Us shaitani muskaan ke saath, Rahul ne hamesha playful andaaz mein uske dil ko ek naya rang diya. Uske chanchal baatein aur halki phulki taana-baana, Pratiksha ke dil mein muskaan bhar dete the.
- Nikhil – Confident, thoda mischievous, lekin har lamhe mein dilkash. Nikhil ki aankhon mein ek aisi chamak thi jo hamesha usko apni taraf khinch leti thi, unki baaton ka nasha uski saanson mein bas jata tha.
- Sameer – Ek tajurba car mard, jiske alfaazon mein samajh aur zindagi ke tazurbe ki khushbu thi. Uski baaton mein ek halki si mithi sargarmi ne uske dil ko chhoo liya, jaise koi purani kahani ko nayi roshni mil gayi ho.
Ab Pratiksha apne kamre ke sheeshe ke saamne khadi, khud se baat karti hui mehsoos karti hai ki har ek admirer usko bas dekhne ya pasand karne se zyada, uske andar ke uss aise deewangi ka hissa ban gaye hain jo uski rooh ki gehraiyon ko chhoo jati hai. Usne aapne aap ko dekhte hue kaha: > "Main apni deewangi ko sirf logon ki nazaron mein nahi, balki apne dil ke aaine mein dhoondhungi. Har ek nazar, har ek baat mere lie ek nayi kahani hai, aur main in kahaniyon ke zariye apne aap ko aur gehraai se samajhne lagi hoon."
Woh ek ek shabd aur har ek yaad ko apne dil mein mehsoos karti hai—Aarav ki naram shayari, Rahul ke playful taane, Nikhil ka confident flirt aur Sameer ke tajurbe bhare alfaaz. In sab ne uske liye ek manch tayyar kiya, jahan usne apne jazbaat aur apni zindagi ke rangon ko ek naye andaaz se mehsoos kiya. Har ek charitra ne usko alag tareeke se prerit kiya, aur us raat ke baad voh apne aap ko naya roop dete dekh rahi thi.
Is exploring safar mein, Pratiksha ke liye sabse badi baat yeh thi ke voh apne aap se sacchai se mil rahi thi—apne un jazbaat se, jo kabhi itne khule roop mein dum lete the. Usne samjha ke deewangi ek aisi azadi hai jo uske andar ke har rang ko, har ehsaas ko, ek nayi pehchaan aur nayi zindagi mein tabdeel kar deti hai.
Aaj bhi, apne kamre ki un diwarein jo uske khayalon aur kavitaon se sajaa hua hai, voh usse yaad dilati hain ke zindagi ke har pal mein pyaar, chah aur self-discovery ka nasha uske aas paas rehta hai. Aur Pratiksha, in nigaahon aur alfaazon ke sang, apni deewangi ko apni sabse badi taqat mante hue, ek nayi manzil ki ore badh rahi hai.
Kaisi lagi Pratiksha ke is naye safar ki shuruaat? Aur kya aap is zindagi ke aur pehlu explore karna chahenge?