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[aname007]

bahut badiya update bro but jaldi jaldi dete rehna keep it up

 

[Dev the lover]

UPDATE 7 – Cursed or Blessed
​

Devika mein itne badlav itni jaldi… main toh shock ho gaya tha.
Yeh wahi ladki thi jinhone mujhe 18 saal, 11 din, aur 15 ghante tak nafrat ki —
aur ab ekdum se itna badal gayi.

Par shayad mujhe itna surprise nahi hona chahiye tha…
kyunki Devika Deepti aunty aur Pratap uncle ki beti thi.

Tabhi dono — uncle aur aunty — room me aaye.
Unki nazar mujh par aur Devika par tik gayi.

Devika kabhi mere haath ragad rahi thi,
kabhi mere pairon ke talvo ko —
jaise apni galti mita rahi ho.

Devika: “Mom, doctor aaye nahi abhi tak?”
Deepti Aunty: “Bas aa rahe hain, bitiya.”

Devika ke chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan…
jaise woh kuch jaanti ho jo main nahi jaanta.
Phir bhi woh mere pair ragadti rahi.

Tabhi doctor aaye, check-up kiya, tablet di:

Doctor: “Sab theek hai.
Bas chhota sa panic attack tha, kuch serious nahi.
Tez awaaz aur shor se bachke rakhiyega.
Teen din dawai le lena — sab normal ho jayega.”

Doctor ke jaate hi main dheere se bola:

Main: “Ab ghar… please.
Meri didi ko kuch ho na jaaye.”

Hum ghar aagaye.
Gate ke paas meri pyaari didi baithi thi —
sir apne ghutnon ke beech chhupa kar.

Main turant bhaag kar uske paas baith gaya.

Main: “Kya hua didi? Bolo na!”

Woh mujhe zor se gale laga leti hai—

Didi: “Tu kahan chhod gaya mujhe?
Tu jhooth bol raha tha — kuch nahi hua aisa bola tune!”

Main unke aansu pochhta hoon —

Main: “Agar tum ro di na, toh maan lunga mera birthday manhoos hai!”

Woh thoda muskura deti hain —

Didi: “Aisa mat bol babu… bas main dar gayi thi.”

Main hans padta hoon —

Main: “Dev ki didi hokar bhi dar gayi?
Janti ho na, main mita nahi… takatwar hoon!”

Didi: “Haan haan, bada takatwar!
Chal, sab andar wait kar rahe hain.”

Andar jaate hi —
sab zor se chillate hai —
“Happy Birthday Dev!”

Cake kaata…
Sabko khilaya…
Lamba din tha — par dil halka lag raha tha.

Raat me room me jaa kar let gaya.
Aankhein band hi ki thi ki halka sa shor…

Didi bed ke paas baithi thi.
Woh meri girri hui tablets dekhti hui — phone me kuch padh rahi thi.

Didi: “Babu… tu sabko dukh nahi dena chahta,
par aise chhupana sahi nahi.”

Main uth kar
apna sir unki god me rakh deta hoon.

Main: “Sorry didi…
Aapko rote dekh mera dil toot jaata hai.
Mere liye duniya ki sabse galat cheez yahi hai.”

Woh mere baal sehlati hain —

Didi: “Tu ek number ka pagal hai.”

Main: “Ek baat puchun?”
Didi: “Haan, puch.”
Main: “Aaj jab Devika ne chhua…
dil bohot tez dhadakne laga.
Aisa kyu?”

Woh halka sa smile karti hain —

Didi: “Pehle poori baat bata kya hua.”

Main sab kuch batata hoon.
Woh mera button khol kar dekhti hain —
chest par rash… ointment lagi hue.

Didi: “Yeh kya karta rehta hai tu Dev?
Apne saath aisa kyu karta hai?”

Main unke aansu pochhta hoon —

Main: “Aapne hi sikhaya na…
kisi ke saath galat ho raha ho
toh use bachao.”

Woh phir se mujhe god me lita kar—

Didi: “Samajhdaar ho gaya hai tu…”
Main: “Aapse zyada kabhi nahi.”

Woh pyar se bolti hain —

Didi: “Soya ja ab… thak gaya hoga.”

Aur main dheere dheere neend me doob gaya…

Subah aankhein khuli —
main abhi bhi didi ke pairon par sir rakhkar soya tha.
Unpar chadar odhaayi…
balcony me thoda yoga kiya…
nha kar aaya toh didi gayi hui thi —
shayad tayyaar hone.

Main ready hokar neeche aaya.
Table par sab log baithe the — Maa, Papa, Chacha-Chachi aur meri didi Saloni kitchen me thi.

Papa: “Are Dev, tu phir ready ho gaya? Bola tha na, kuch din chhutti kar le.”

Main unke paas baith gaya.

Main: “Nahi Dad, aaj school me test hai. Miss karunga toh problem ho jaayegi.”

Maa (naram swar me): “Thik hai beta, tu toh waise bhi kisi ki sunta nahi.”

Main piche mud kar bola —
Main: “Didi, nasta?”

Didi (kitchen se): “Aa rahi hoon Dev.”

Thodi der me woh meri manpasand poha aur garam doodh le aayi.
Jaise hi jaane lagi, maine haath se roka —

Main: “Baitho na didi, mujhe khilao.”

Chacha (mazaak me): “Wah beta, matlab usko araam bhi mat karne dena, sirf khilana hai tujhe.”

Main muskurate hue sir jhuka kar bola —
Main: “Thik hai Chacha, aap keh rahe ho toh aise hi sahi.”

Chachi (muskaan ke saath): “Aap bhi na chup rahiye… chalo Saloni beta, khilao isse.”

Main hans kar bola —
Main: “Thank you my sweetu Chachi.”

Chachi khush ho gayi.
Saloni Didi mere paas baith gayi aur apne haathon se mujhe khilane lagi.
Us pal mere chehre par aisi muskaan thi jaise duniya ki har thakan chali gayi ho.

“Apno se pyaar mangne me kabhi hichkichana nahi chahiye.
Jo rishte dil se judte hain, unhe samajh lena hi kaafi hota hai.”

Sab has rahe the… tabhi Chacha ne thoda gambheer sur me kaha —

Chacha: “Saloni beta, main ek baar aur keh raha hoon — tum bhi Ananya ki tarah London chali jao.
Apni masters wahaan se puri kar lo. Yahan kuch nahi rakha.”

Unki baat sunte hi mere andar se ek ajeeb sa dard uthha.
Mujhe laga jaise kisi ne meri saans kheench li ho.
Didi se door jaane ka khayal hi mujhe tod gaya.
Sab kuch dhundhla hone laga…

Saloni (ghabra kar): “Dev… Dev kya hua tujhe?!”

Main hilne laga.
Table ke paas girne hi wala tha ki didi ne mujhe sambhal liya.
Maine jeb se dawai nikal kar unke haath me di.
Unhone bina waqt gavaaye mujhe woh tablet de di.

Kuch hi palon me sab log mere paas aa gaye.

Chachi (gusse aur aansuon ke beech): “Aapse kaha tha na Chacha ji!
Dev ke saamne yeh sab baatein mat kiya karo!
Aapko samajh nahi aata kya?”

Chacha ke aankhon me bhi aansu aa gaye, par unhone palak jhuka li.
Maa mere paas baith gayi, mera sir sehlate hue boli —

Maa: “Kya hua beta? Kal ki chot ki wajah se toh nahi?”

Main didi ka haath pakad kar dheere se bola —

Main: “Pata nahi Maa… lekin didi, tum London mat jao.
Main akela pad jaunga yahan.
Aapke bina na school me koi dost hai, na society me.
Sab mujhe cursed bolte hain.
Main aisa nahi hoon… main sabki madad karta hoon.
Par jab galti ho jaati hai, sab mujhe galat keh dete hain.”

Didi ne turant mujhe apne seene se laga liya.
Unki aawaz bhari hui thi —

Didi: “Dev… mere liye lakhon-crore ki degree bhi kuch nahi.
Agar tu mere paas hai, toh mujhe kuch nahi chahiye.
Main nahi jaungi London.”

Woh mujhe zor se gale lagaye hue thi,
aur main unke dil ki dhadkane mehsoos kar raha tha.

Chacha chup chap uth gaye.
Unke saath Isha aur Kabir bhi khade ho gaye.

Bahaar nikalte hue Chacha ne kaha —

Chacha: “Yeh Dev ki wajah se na Saloni kuch ban paayegi,
na shaadi kar paayegi.
Samajhti hi nahi.
Hamare ghar ki badnaami ho rahi hai.”

Isha (tez aawaz me): “Kya Dad! Aap bhi na… Dev abhi sirf 18 ka hai.
Usse thoda time do.
Woh cursed nahi, blessed hai.”

Chacha (thoda gusse me): “Beta, tum nahi samajh rahi ho.
Uski blessing tum logon ke liye curse ban jayegi.
Main soch raha hoon tum dono ko yahan se door bhej du.
Komal ke paas jaakar raho kuch din.”

Kabir (chup rehkar): “Jaisa aap chaho Dad…
par ek baat yaad rakhna —
humare jaane ke baad Dev ko kuch mat kehna.
Na usse, na Saloni ko.”

Chacha ne kuch jawab nahi diya.
Bas gardan jhuka li aur baat chhod di.


Kahani yahan ek nayi chhaya me ghul gayi —
ghar me sab apne hisaab se sahi the,
par kisi ne nahi dekha, Dev ke dil me kya toofan chal raha tha.

Kabir sabse bada tha, Saloni didi se kuch mahine bada…
Par uske dil me bhi ek ajeeb sa bojh tha —
jaise Dev ke liye usko kuch karna hai.....kayaa yeh wahi jaane

 

[aname007]

nice bro

 

[Dev the lover]

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai.....
Ye gajab ki update di hai ki 12 din ke bacche bolne lage.......
Aur sab ke sab to ek hi jaghah per hai.....liken mera sawal yehi hai ki jo adults dev tha uska kya hua
Waiting for next update

Thank you bhai!
Lagta hai tum bhi kaafi dino se gayab the — aaj kal kya haal chaal chal rahe?
Waise tumhara sawal sahi jagah pe laga hai...
Lekin uska jawab abhi nahi de sakta — thoda wait karo, maza aayega next update me!

 

[Dev the lover]

nice bro

Thank you bhai!

 

[Dev the lover]

bahut badiya update bro but jaldi jaldi dete rehna keep it up

Thank you bhai!
Khushi hui sun kar ki update pasand aayi
Agli update bhi jaldi hi drop hone wali hai — bas thoda sa suspense banaye rakhna aur comments karte raho taaki thread thoda chalti rahe

 

[parkas]

UPDATE 7 – Cursed or Blessed
​

Devika mein itne badlav itni jaldi… main toh shock ho gaya tha.
Yeh wahi ladki thi jinhone mujhe 18 saal, 11 din, aur 15 ghante tak nafrat ki —
aur ab ekdum se itna badal gayi.

Par shayad mujhe itna surprise nahi hona chahiye tha…
kyunki Devika Deepti aunty aur Pratap uncle ki beti thi.

Tabhi dono — uncle aur aunty — room me aaye.
Unki nazar mujh par aur Devika par tik gayi.

Devika kabhi mere haath ragad rahi thi,
kabhi mere pairon ke talvo ko —
jaise apni galti mita rahi ho.

Devika: “Mom, doctor aaye nahi abhi tak?”
Deepti Aunty: “Bas aa rahe hain, bitiya.”

Devika ke chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan…
jaise woh kuch jaanti ho jo main nahi jaanta.
Phir bhi woh mere pair ragadti rahi.

Tabhi doctor aaye, check-up kiya, tablet di:

Doctor: “Sab theek hai.
Bas chhota sa panic attack tha, kuch serious nahi.
Tez awaaz aur shor se bachke rakhiyega.
Teen din dawai le lena — sab normal ho jayega.”

Doctor ke jaate hi main dheere se bola:

Main: “Ab ghar… please.
Meri didi ko kuch ho na jaaye.”

Hum ghar aagaye.
Gate ke paas meri pyaari didi baithi thi —
sir apne ghutnon ke beech chhupa kar.

Main turant bhaag kar uske paas baith gaya.

Main: “Kya hua didi? Bolo na!”

Woh mujhe zor se gale laga leti hai—

Didi: “Tu kahan chhod gaya mujhe?
Tu jhooth bol raha tha — kuch nahi hua aisa bola tune!”

Main unke aansu pochhta hoon —

Main: “Agar tum ro di na, toh maan lunga mera birthday manhoos hai!”

Woh thoda muskura deti hain —

Didi: “Aisa mat bol babu… bas main dar gayi thi.”

Main hans padta hoon —

Main: “Dev ki didi hokar bhi dar gayi?
Janti ho na, main mita nahi… takatwar hoon!”

Didi: “Haan haan, bada takatwar!
Chal, sab andar wait kar rahe hain.”

Andar jaate hi —
sab zor se chillate hai —
“Happy Birthday Dev!”

Cake kaata…
Sabko khilaya…
Lamba din tha — par dil halka lag raha tha.

Raat me room me jaa kar let gaya.
Aankhein band hi ki thi ki halka sa shor…

Didi bed ke paas baithi thi.
Woh meri girri hui tablets dekhti hui — phone me kuch padh rahi thi.

Didi: “Babu… tu sabko dukh nahi dena chahta,
par aise chhupana sahi nahi.”

Main uth kar
apna sir unki god me rakh deta hoon.

Main: “Sorry didi…
Aapko rote dekh mera dil toot jaata hai.
Mere liye duniya ki sabse galat cheez yahi hai.”

Woh mere baal sehlati hain —

Didi: “Tu ek number ka pagal hai.”

Main: “Ek baat puchun?”
Didi: “Haan, puch.”
Main: “Aaj jab Devika ne chhua…
dil bohot tez dhadakne laga.
Aisa kyu?”

Woh halka sa smile karti hain —

Didi: “Pehle poori baat bata kya hua.”

Main sab kuch batata hoon.
Woh mera button khol kar dekhti hain —
chest par rash… ointment lagi hue.

Didi: “Yeh kya karta rehta hai tu Dev?
Apne saath aisa kyu karta hai?”

Main unke aansu pochhta hoon —

Main: “Aapne hi sikhaya na…
kisi ke saath galat ho raha ho
toh use bachao.”

Woh phir se mujhe god me lita kar—

Didi: “Samajhdaar ho gaya hai tu…”
Main: “Aapse zyada kabhi nahi.”

Woh pyar se bolti hain —

Didi: “Soya ja ab… thak gaya hoga.”

Aur main dheere dheere neend me doob gaya…

Subah aankhein khuli —
main abhi bhi didi ke pairon par sir rakhkar soya tha.
Unpar chadar odhaayi…
balcony me thoda yoga kiya…
nha kar aaya toh didi gayi hui thi —
shayad tayyaar hone.

Main ready hokar neeche aaya.
Table par sab log baithe the — Maa, Papa, Chacha-Chachi aur meri didi Saloni kitchen me thi.

Papa: “Are Dev, tu phir ready ho gaya? Bola tha na, kuch din chhutti kar le.”

Main unke paas baith gaya.

Main: “Nahi Dad, aaj school me test hai. Miss karunga toh problem ho jaayegi.”

Maa (naram swar me): “Thik hai beta, tu toh waise bhi kisi ki sunta nahi.”

Main piche mud kar bola —
Main: “Didi, nasta?”

Didi (kitchen se): “Aa rahi hoon Dev.”

Thodi der me woh meri manpasand poha aur garam doodh le aayi.
Jaise hi jaane lagi, maine haath se roka —

Main: “Baitho na didi, mujhe khilao.”

Chacha (mazaak me): “Wah beta, matlab usko araam bhi mat karne dena, sirf khilana hai tujhe.”

Main muskurate hue sir jhuka kar bola —
Main: “Thik hai Chacha, aap keh rahe ho toh aise hi sahi.”

Chachi (muskaan ke saath): “Aap bhi na chup rahiye… chalo Saloni beta, khilao isse.”

Main hans kar bola —
Main: “Thank you my sweetu Chachi.”

Chachi khush ho gayi.
Saloni Didi mere paas baith gayi aur apne haathon se mujhe khilane lagi.
Us pal mere chehre par aisi muskaan thi jaise duniya ki har thakan chali gayi ho.

“Apno se pyaar mangne me kabhi hichkichana nahi chahiye.
Jo rishte dil se judte hain, unhe samajh lena hi kaafi hota hai.”

Sab has rahe the… tabhi Chacha ne thoda gambheer sur me kaha —

Chacha: “Saloni beta, main ek baar aur keh raha hoon — tum bhi Ananya ki tarah London chali jao.
Apni masters wahaan se puri kar lo. Yahan kuch nahi rakha.”

Unki baat sunte hi mere andar se ek ajeeb sa dard uthha.
Mujhe laga jaise kisi ne meri saans kheench li ho.
Didi se door jaane ka khayal hi mujhe tod gaya.
Sab kuch dhundhla hone laga…

Saloni (ghabra kar): “Dev… Dev kya hua tujhe?!”

Main hilne laga.
Table ke paas girne hi wala tha ki didi ne mujhe sambhal liya.
Maine jeb se dawai nikal kar unke haath me di.
Unhone bina waqt gavaaye mujhe woh tablet de di.

Kuch hi palon me sab log mere paas aa gaye.

Chachi (gusse aur aansuon ke beech): “Aapse kaha tha na Chacha ji!
Dev ke saamne yeh sab baatein mat kiya karo!
Aapko samajh nahi aata kya?”

Chacha ke aankhon me bhi aansu aa gaye, par unhone palak jhuka li.
Maa mere paas baith gayi, mera sir sehlate hue boli —

Maa: “Kya hua beta? Kal ki chot ki wajah se toh nahi?”

Main didi ka haath pakad kar dheere se bola —

Main: “Pata nahi Maa… lekin didi, tum London mat jao.
Main akela pad jaunga yahan.
Aapke bina na school me koi dost hai, na society me.
Sab mujhe cursed bolte hain.
Main aisa nahi hoon… main sabki madad karta hoon.
Par jab galti ho jaati hai, sab mujhe galat keh dete hain.”

Didi ne turant mujhe apne seene se laga liya.
Unki aawaz bhari hui thi —

Didi: “Dev… mere liye lakhon-crore ki degree bhi kuch nahi.
Agar tu mere paas hai, toh mujhe kuch nahi chahiye.
Main nahi jaungi London.”

Woh mujhe zor se gale lagaye hue thi,
aur main unke dil ki dhadkane mehsoos kar raha tha.

Chacha chup chap uth gaye.
Unke saath Isha aur Kabir bhi khade ho gaye.

Bahaar nikalte hue Chacha ne kaha —

Chacha: “Yeh Dev ki wajah se na Saloni kuch ban paayegi,
na shaadi kar paayegi.
Samajhti hi nahi.
Hamare ghar ki badnaami ho rahi hai.”

Isha (tez aawaz me): “Kya Dad! Aap bhi na… Dev abhi sirf 18 ka hai.
Usse thoda time do.
Woh cursed nahi, blessed hai.”

Chacha (thoda gusse me): “Beta, tum nahi samajh rahi ho.
Uski blessing tum logon ke liye curse ban jayegi.
Main soch raha hoon tum dono ko yahan se door bhej du.
Komal ke paas jaakar raho kuch din.”

Kabir (chup rehkar): “Jaisa aap chaho Dad…
par ek baat yaad rakhna —
humare jaane ke baad Dev ko kuch mat kehna.
Na usse, na Saloni ko.”

Chacha ne kuch jawab nahi diya.
Bas gardan jhuka li aur baat chhod di.


Kahani yahan ek nayi chhaya me ghul gayi —
ghar me sab apne hisaab se sahi the,
par kisi ne nahi dekha, Dev ke dil me kya toofan chal raha tha.

Kabir sabse bada tha, Saloni didi se kuch mahine bada…
Par uske dil me bhi ek ajeeb sa bojh tha —
jaise Dev ke liye usko kuch karna hai.....kayaa yeh wahi jaane

Bahut hi badhiya update diya hai Dev the lover bhai....
Nice and beautiful update....

 

[Sushil@10]

UPDATE 7 – Cursed or Blessed
​

Devika mein itne badlav itni jaldi… main toh shock ho gaya tha.
Yeh wahi ladki thi jinhone mujhe 18 saal, 11 din, aur 15 ghante tak nafrat ki —
aur ab ekdum se itna badal gayi.

Par shayad mujhe itna surprise nahi hona chahiye tha…
kyunki Devika Deepti aunty aur Pratap uncle ki beti thi.

Tabhi dono — uncle aur aunty — room me aaye.
Unki nazar mujh par aur Devika par tik gayi.

Devika kabhi mere haath ragad rahi thi,
kabhi mere pairon ke talvo ko —
jaise apni galti mita rahi ho.

Devika: “Mom, doctor aaye nahi abhi tak?”
Deepti Aunty: “Bas aa rahe hain, bitiya.”

Devika ke chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan…
jaise woh kuch jaanti ho jo main nahi jaanta.
Phir bhi woh mere pair ragadti rahi.

Tabhi doctor aaye, check-up kiya, tablet di:

Doctor: “Sab theek hai.
Bas chhota sa panic attack tha, kuch serious nahi.
Tez awaaz aur shor se bachke rakhiyega.
Teen din dawai le lena — sab normal ho jayega.”

Doctor ke jaate hi main dheere se bola:

Main: “Ab ghar… please.
Meri didi ko kuch ho na jaaye.”

Hum ghar aagaye.
Gate ke paas meri pyaari didi baithi thi —
sir apne ghutnon ke beech chhupa kar.

Main turant bhaag kar uske paas baith gaya.

Main: “Kya hua didi? Bolo na!”

Woh mujhe zor se gale laga leti hai—

Didi: “Tu kahan chhod gaya mujhe?
Tu jhooth bol raha tha — kuch nahi hua aisa bola tune!”

Main unke aansu pochhta hoon —

Main: “Agar tum ro di na, toh maan lunga mera birthday manhoos hai!”

Woh thoda muskura deti hain —

Didi: “Aisa mat bol babu… bas main dar gayi thi.”

Main hans padta hoon —

Main: “Dev ki didi hokar bhi dar gayi?
Janti ho na, main mita nahi… takatwar hoon!”

Didi: “Haan haan, bada takatwar!
Chal, sab andar wait kar rahe hain.”

Andar jaate hi —
sab zor se chillate hai —
“Happy Birthday Dev!”

Cake kaata…
Sabko khilaya…
Lamba din tha — par dil halka lag raha tha.

Raat me room me jaa kar let gaya.
Aankhein band hi ki thi ki halka sa shor…

Didi bed ke paas baithi thi.
Woh meri girri hui tablets dekhti hui — phone me kuch padh rahi thi.

Didi: “Babu… tu sabko dukh nahi dena chahta,
par aise chhupana sahi nahi.”

Main uth kar
apna sir unki god me rakh deta hoon.

Main: “Sorry didi…
Aapko rote dekh mera dil toot jaata hai.
Mere liye duniya ki sabse galat cheez yahi hai.”

Woh mere baal sehlati hain —

Didi: “Tu ek number ka pagal hai.”

Main: “Ek baat puchun?”
Didi: “Haan, puch.”
Main: “Aaj jab Devika ne chhua…
dil bohot tez dhadakne laga.
Aisa kyu?”

Woh halka sa smile karti hain —

Didi: “Pehle poori baat bata kya hua.”

Main sab kuch batata hoon.
Woh mera button khol kar dekhti hain —
chest par rash… ointment lagi hue.

Didi: “Yeh kya karta rehta hai tu Dev?
Apne saath aisa kyu karta hai?”

Main unke aansu pochhta hoon —

Main: “Aapne hi sikhaya na…
kisi ke saath galat ho raha ho
toh use bachao.”

Woh phir se mujhe god me lita kar—

Didi: “Samajhdaar ho gaya hai tu…”
Main: “Aapse zyada kabhi nahi.”

Woh pyar se bolti hain —

Didi: “Soya ja ab… thak gaya hoga.”

Aur main dheere dheere neend me doob gaya…

Subah aankhein khuli —
main abhi bhi didi ke pairon par sir rakhkar soya tha.
Unpar chadar odhaayi…
balcony me thoda yoga kiya…
nha kar aaya toh didi gayi hui thi —
shayad tayyaar hone.

Main ready hokar neeche aaya.
Table par sab log baithe the — Maa, Papa, Chacha-Chachi aur meri didi Saloni kitchen me thi.

Papa: “Are Dev, tu phir ready ho gaya? Bola tha na, kuch din chhutti kar le.”

Main unke paas baith gaya.

Main: “Nahi Dad, aaj school me test hai. Miss karunga toh problem ho jaayegi.”

Maa (naram swar me): “Thik hai beta, tu toh waise bhi kisi ki sunta nahi.”

Main piche mud kar bola —
Main: “Didi, nasta?”

Didi (kitchen se): “Aa rahi hoon Dev.”

Thodi der me woh meri manpasand poha aur garam doodh le aayi.
Jaise hi jaane lagi, maine haath se roka —

Main: “Baitho na didi, mujhe khilao.”

Chacha (mazaak me): “Wah beta, matlab usko araam bhi mat karne dena, sirf khilana hai tujhe.”

Main muskurate hue sir jhuka kar bola —
Main: “Thik hai Chacha, aap keh rahe ho toh aise hi sahi.”

Chachi (muskaan ke saath): “Aap bhi na chup rahiye… chalo Saloni beta, khilao isse.”

Main hans kar bola —
Main: “Thank you my sweetu Chachi.”

Chachi khush ho gayi.
Saloni Didi mere paas baith gayi aur apne haathon se mujhe khilane lagi.
Us pal mere chehre par aisi muskaan thi jaise duniya ki har thakan chali gayi ho.

“Apno se pyaar mangne me kabhi hichkichana nahi chahiye.
Jo rishte dil se judte hain, unhe samajh lena hi kaafi hota hai.”

Sab has rahe the… tabhi Chacha ne thoda gambheer sur me kaha —

Chacha: “Saloni beta, main ek baar aur keh raha hoon — tum bhi Ananya ki tarah London chali jao.
Apni masters wahaan se puri kar lo. Yahan kuch nahi rakha.”

Unki baat sunte hi mere andar se ek ajeeb sa dard uthha.
Mujhe laga jaise kisi ne meri saans kheench li ho.
Didi se door jaane ka khayal hi mujhe tod gaya.
Sab kuch dhundhla hone laga…

Saloni (ghabra kar): “Dev… Dev kya hua tujhe?!”

Main hilne laga.
Table ke paas girne hi wala tha ki didi ne mujhe sambhal liya.
Maine jeb se dawai nikal kar unke haath me di.
Unhone bina waqt gavaaye mujhe woh tablet de di.

Kuch hi palon me sab log mere paas aa gaye.

Chachi (gusse aur aansuon ke beech): “Aapse kaha tha na Chacha ji!
Dev ke saamne yeh sab baatein mat kiya karo!
Aapko samajh nahi aata kya?”

Chacha ke aankhon me bhi aansu aa gaye, par unhone palak jhuka li.
Maa mere paas baith gayi, mera sir sehlate hue boli —

Maa: “Kya hua beta? Kal ki chot ki wajah se toh nahi?”

Main didi ka haath pakad kar dheere se bola —

Main: “Pata nahi Maa… lekin didi, tum London mat jao.
Main akela pad jaunga yahan.
Aapke bina na school me koi dost hai, na society me.
Sab mujhe cursed bolte hain.
Main aisa nahi hoon… main sabki madad karta hoon.
Par jab galti ho jaati hai, sab mujhe galat keh dete hain.”

Didi ne turant mujhe apne seene se laga liya.
Unki aawaz bhari hui thi —

Didi: “Dev… mere liye lakhon-crore ki degree bhi kuch nahi.
Agar tu mere paas hai, toh mujhe kuch nahi chahiye.
Main nahi jaungi London.”

Woh mujhe zor se gale lagaye hue thi,
aur main unke dil ki dhadkane mehsoos kar raha tha.

Chacha chup chap uth gaye.
Unke saath Isha aur Kabir bhi khade ho gaye.

Bahaar nikalte hue Chacha ne kaha —

Chacha: “Yeh Dev ki wajah se na Saloni kuch ban paayegi,
na shaadi kar paayegi.
Samajhti hi nahi.
Hamare ghar ki badnaami ho rahi hai.”

Isha (tez aawaz me): “Kya Dad! Aap bhi na… Dev abhi sirf 18 ka hai.
Usse thoda time do.
Woh cursed nahi, blessed hai.”

Chacha (thoda gusse me): “Beta, tum nahi samajh rahi ho.
Uski blessing tum logon ke liye curse ban jayegi.
Main soch raha hoon tum dono ko yahan se door bhej du.
Komal ke paas jaakar raho kuch din.”

Kabir (chup rehkar): “Jaisa aap chaho Dad…
par ek baat yaad rakhna —
humare jaane ke baad Dev ko kuch mat kehna.
Na usse, na Saloni ko.”

Chacha ne kuch jawab nahi diya.
Bas gardan jhuka li aur baat chhod di.


Kahani yahan ek nayi chhaya me ghul gayi —
ghar me sab apne hisaab se sahi the,
par kisi ne nahi dekha, Dev ke dil me kya toofan chal raha tha.

Kabir sabse bada tha, Saloni didi se kuch mahine bada…
Par uske dil me bhi ek ajeeb sa bojh tha —
jaise Dev ke liye usko kuch karna hai.....kayaa yeh wahi jaane

Dynamic update and nice story

 

[Dev the lover]

Dev the lover Bhai story kab se start karne wale ho ????

Kahaa ho bhai sahab edhar bhi apni
Kripa drashti bana lo ​

 

[Dev the lover]

Dynamic update and nice story

Thank you bhai!