Sanso Ki Dua Ban Kar Novel By HS Complete | ZNZ LIBRARY PK
Sanso Ki Dua Ban Kar Novel By HS Complete | ZNZ LIBRARY PK
اس بچے کو دنیا میں لانے کے لیے تمھیں کتنے پیسے چاہیے بتاؤ؟ بائیس ہزار ۔۔وہ نم آنکھوں سے بولی کوئی اچھا۔۔۔۔ ہاسپٹل اتنے کم پیسوں میں تمھیں گھسنے نہیں دے گا بالاج خان کا بچہ کسی لوکل ہاسپٹل میں نہیں ہو سکتا وہ شیزا کے پیٹ پر ہاتھ رکھے سنجیدگی سے بولا اسے کچھ نہیں ہونا چاہیے یہ میرا وارث ہے وہ سرد لہجے میں بولا دو سال تک تم میرے بچے کو دودھ پلاؤ گی اگر اس دوران دبارہ ماں بنی تو اسے بھی دنیا میں لا کر دودھ پلاؤ گی وہ سختی سے کہتا شیزا کے ہوش اڑا گیا اس کی باتیں سنتی شیزا وہیں بیہوش ہو گئی وہ دیوانہ وار اسے لے کر ہاسپٹل بھاگا ڈاکٹر ایمرجنسی سے باہر آ کر بولی آپ نے انھیں لانے میں دیر۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔
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ہسپتال کی سفید سرد روشنی بالاج خان کے چہرے پر موجود ہوائیاں اڑا رہی تھی۔ اس کے سفید کلف لگے کرتے پر خون اور پسینے کے دھبے اس کی اندرونی افراتفری کی گواہی دے رہے تھے۔ وہ بالاج خان جو ہمیشہ اپنے قدموں کی چاپ اور سرد لہجے سے لوگوں کے دلوں میں خوف پیدا کرتا تھا آج خود زندگی کے سب سے بڑے خوف کے سائے تلے کھڑا تھا۔ ایمرجنسی وارڈ کے باہر لگی سرخ لائٹ اس کے دل کی دھڑکنوں کے ساتھ تال ملا کر جل بجھ رہی تھی۔
"نہیں... اسے کچھ نہیں ہو سکتا۔ وہ شیزا ہے اتنی آسانی سے ہار نہیں مان سکتی" وہ بار بار خود کلامی کر رہا تھا اس کی مٹھیاں بھینچی ہوئی تھیں ہسپتال کا عملہ اور نرسیں اس کے جلال سے واقف تھے اس لیے کوئی بھی اس کے قریب جانے کی ہمت نہیں کر رہا تھا۔ ایمرجنسی وارڈ کا بھاری شیشے کا دروازہ ایک جھٹکے سے کھلا۔ ڈاکٹر عارفہ جن کے چہرے پر گہری تشویش اور تھکن کے بادل چھائے ہوئے تھے اپنا ماسک اتارتی ہوئی باہر آئیں۔ بالاج تیزی سے ان کے سامنے جا کھڑا ہوا
"ڈاکٹر۔۔ شیزا کیسی ہے؟ میرا بچہ ٹھیک ہے نا؟" اس کی آواز میں ایک بے نام التجا اور تڑپ تھی۔
ڈاکٹر عارفہ نے ایک گہرا اور سرد سانس لیا اور نفی میں سر ہلایا۔ ان کا یہ انداز بالاج کے دل کو چیر گیا۔ "آپ نے انہیں لانے میں بہت دیر کر دی بالاج صاحب" ڈاکٹر عارفہ نے تاسف سے کہا۔ "شدید ذہنی دباؤ صدمے اور جسمانی کمزوری کی وجہ سے ماں اور بچے دونوں کی جان کو شدید خطرہ ہے۔ لڑکی کا بلڈ پریشر خطرناک حد تک گر چکا ہے۔" یہ جملہ بالاج کے کانوں میں کسی بم دھماکے کی طرح گونجا۔ اس کے پیروں تلے سے زمین سرک گئی۔ "دونوں کی جان کو خطرہ ہے..." یہ الفاظ اس کے دماغ کی دیواروں سے ٹکرا کر اسے پاگل کر رہے تھے۔ پہلی بار زندگی میں اسے کسی کو کھونے کا حقیقی خوف کا احساس ہوا تھا۔۔۔ خوف جب اپنی آخری حدوں کو چھوتا ہے تو وہ اکثر غصے اور جنون کی شکل اختیار کر لیتا ہے۔ بالاج کا چہرہ غصے سے سرخ ہو گیا اس نے اپنی بے بسی کو چھپانے کے لیے اپنے اسی پرانے جابرانہ انداز کا سہارا لیا۔ وہ آگے بڑھا اور اس کی آواز ہسپتال کے در و دیوار ہلا گئی۔ "کیا مطلب ہے آپ کا کہ جان کو خطرہ ہے؟" وہ دہاڑا وہاں موجود نرسیں اور وارڈ بوائے سہم کر پیچھے ہٹ گئے۔ "آپ بالاج خان کے بچے اور اس کی بیوی کی بات کر رہی ہیں۔ مجھے کوئی اگر مگر نہیں سننا کان کھول کر سن لیں ڈاکٹر عارفہ اگر شیزا یا میرے بچے کو کچھ بھی ہوا تو میں اس شہر کا سب سے بڑا ہسپتال مٹی میں ملا دوں گا۔ آپ سب کی ڈگریاں منسوخ کروا دوں گا اور یہ ہسپتال ہمیشہ کے لیے بند کروا دوں گا مجھے وہ دونوں ہر حال میں زندہ چاہیے" ڈاکٹر عارفہ نے اس کی اس بھیانک دھمکی پر مرعوب ہونے یا ڈرنے کے بجائے گہری نظروں سے بالاج کو دیکھا۔ وہ ایک تجربہ کار ڈاکٹر تھیں اور وہ جانتی تھیں کہ اس وقت یہ جابر خان غصے میں نہیں بلکہ اپنی محبت کو کھونے کے خوف سے تڑپ رہا ہے۔ "بالاج صاحب یہاں کھڑے ہو کر چیخنے اور دھمکیاں دینے سے معجزے نہیں ہوتے" ڈاکٹر عارفہ نے انتہائی مضبوط اور سنجیدہ لہجے میں کہا۔ "اس وقت آپ کی دولت اور طاقت اس لڑکی کو نہیں بچا سکتی۔ اسے جینے کی امید کی ضرورت ہے۔ اس کے دماغ نے جیسے جینے کی خواہش ہی چھوڑ دی ہے وہ لڑنا ہی نہیں چاہتی۔ میں آپ سے پوچھتی ہوں آپ نے اس معصوم کے ساتھ ایسا کیا کیا ہے کہ وہ موت کی وادی میں جانے کے لیے تیار ہے لیکن اس دنیا میں واپس نہیں آنا چاہتی؟
ڈاکٹر کا یہ سوال بالاج کے سینے میں زہر بجھے تیر کی طرح پیوست ہو گیا۔ اس کا پورا وجود کانپ اٹھا۔ ڈاکٹر کے وارڈ کی طرف جاتے ہی بالاج وہیں کوریڈور کی ایک کرسی پر ڈھیر ہو گیا۔ اس کے دماغ میں اپنے کہے گئے وہ کھردرے اور سفاک جملے گونجنے لگے جو اس نے چند گھنٹے پہلے شیزا کے منہ پر مارے تھے "دو سال تک تم میرے بچے کو دودھ پلاؤ گی... اگر اس دوران دوبارہ ماں بنی تو اسے بھی دنیا میں لا کر دودھ پلاؤ گی..."
>اس کا اپنا سرد بے رحم لہجہ اب اسے اپنے کانوں میں پگھلے ہوئے سیسے کی طرح محسوس ہو رہا تھا۔ اس کی خود غرضی اور سنگدلی نے اس نازک لڑکی کے ہوش اڑا دیے تھے اور اب وہ اس کی وجہ سے زندگی اور موت کی کشمکش میں تھی۔
"میں نے یہ کیا کر دیا..." بالاج نے اپنے چہرے کو اپنے دونوں ہاتھوں میں چھپا لیا۔ اس کی وہ سفاکی وہ غرور وہ کٹیلا لہجہ کہیں
Sanso Ki Dua Ban Kar Novel By HS Complete | ZNZ LIBRARY PK
Tell me how much money do you need to bring this child into the world? Twenty-two thousand... He said with wet eyes, "Someone good..." The hospital will not let you in for such a small amount of money. Balaj Khan's child cannot be in any local hospital. He placed his hand on Shiza's stomach and said seriously, "Nothing should happen to him. He is my heir." He said in a cold tone. "You will breastfeed my child for two years. If you become a mother again during this time, you will bring him into the world and breastfeed him." He said sternly. Shiza lost consciousness listening to his words. Shiza fainted right there. She ran madly with him to the hospital. The doctor came out of the emergency room and said, "You are late in bringing him." ----
The cold white light of the hospital was blowing the air on Balaj Khan's face. The spots of blood and sweat on his white clothes were testifying to his inner chaos. Balaj Khan, who always struck fear in the hearts of people with his stomping feet and cold tone, was now standing under the shadow of the greatest fear of his life. The red light outside the emergency ward was flickering in sync with his heartbeat.
"No... nothing can happen to her. She is Shiza, she can't give up so easily," he was repeating to himself over and over again. His fists were clenched. The hospital staff and nurses were aware of his glory, so no one dared to go near him. The heavy glass door of the emergency ward opened with a jolt. Dr. Arifa, whose face was clouded with deep concern and exhaustion, came out, taking off her mask. Balaj quickly stood in front of them.
"Doctor. How is Shiza? Is my child okay?" There was a nameless plea and longing in her voice.
Dr. Arifa took a deep and cold breath and shook her head in the negative. Their style tore at Balaj's heart. "You took too long to bring them, Balaj Sahib," Dr. Arifa said regretfully. "Due to severe mental stress, shock, and physical weakness, the lives of both the mother and the child are in serious danger. The girl's blood pressure has dropped to a dangerous level." This sentence echoed in Balaj's ears like a bomb blast. The ground shook beneath his feet. "Both of their lives are in danger..." These words were hitting the walls of his mind and driving him crazy. For the first time in his life, he had felt the real fear of losing someone... When fear reaches its limit, it often takes the form of anger and madness. Balaj's face turned red with anger. He resorted to his old oppressive style to hide his helplessness. He stepped forward and his voice echoed through the hospital walls. "What do you mean, lives are in danger?" The nurses and ward boys present there backed away in fear. "You are talking about Balaj Khan's child and his wife. I don't want to hear any ifs or buts. Listen with your ears open, Dr. Arifa. If anything happens to Shiza or my child, I will raze the biggest hospital in this city to the ground. I will have all of your degrees canceled and this hospital closed forever. I want them both alive at all costs." Instead of being intimidated or afraid of his terrible threat, Dr. Arifa looked at Balaj with deep eyes. She was an experienced doctor and she knew that at that moment, Jabir Khan was not angry but was suffering from the fear of losing his love. "Balaj Sahib, standing here shouting and threatening will not work miracles," Dr. Arifa said in a very strong and serious tone. "At this time, your wealth and power cannot save this girl. She needs hope to live. Her mind has given up the will to live, she does not want to fight. I ask you, what have you done to this innocent girl that she is ready to go to the valley of death but does not want to return to this world?" The doctor's question stuck in Balaj's chest like a poisoned arrow. His whole being trembled. As soon as the doctor went towards the ward, Balaj collapsed on a chair in the corridor. The harsh and brutal words he had said to Shiza a few hours ago began to echo in his mind, "You will breastfeed my child for two years... If you become a mother again during this time, you will bring him into the world and breastfeed him..." His own cold, merciless tone now felt like molten lead in his ears. His selfishness and callousness had blinded this fragile girl, and now he was was in a life and death struggle because of.
"What did I do..." Balaj hid his face in both his hands. That brutality, that arrogance, that bitter tone of his,
Sanso Ki Dua Ban Kar Novel By HS Complete | ZNZ LIBRARY PK
There are stories that crawl beneath your skin discreetly, and at that point there are stories that get you by the collar and request your full consideration. *Sanso Ki Dua Boycott Kar* by HS is solidly in the moment category — a profoundly enthusiastic Urdu novel that investigates the collision between control, pride, and the kind of cherish that arrives as well late to spare you from yourself.
At the center of this story stands Balaj Khan, a man whose exceptionally title carries weight. He is the kind of man whose strides quiet a room, whose cold tone makes individuals recoil some time recently he has said a single word. He comes from a world where specialist is everything, where shortcoming is a extravagance no one can manage, and where feelings are treated as burdens to be pushed aside. Balaj moves through life like a constrain of nature — controlled, commanding, and totally persuaded that his will is the last word in any situation.
Then there is Sheeza. She enters the story as of now carrying the kind of depletion that cannot be measured in hours of rest. She is pregnant, delicate in ways that go distant past the physical, and encompassed by the specific forlornness that comes from being near to somebody who does not genuinely see you. When Balaj looks at her, he sees an commitment, a vessel for his beneficiary, a work to be overseen. He talks to her in the dialect of exchanges — telling her how long she must breastfeed, what she must persevere, and what she owes him. His words arrive not like informational but like blows, each one chipping absent at anything little save of trust she has left.
The scene that breaks everything open is obliterating in its effortlessness. Balaj, in his characteristic coldness, lays out desires for Sheeza with respect to the child she is carrying, his tone level and barbarous. He talks of her body and her part as in spite of the fact that she is a contract to be satisfied or maybe than a human being as of now extended to her restrain. And Sheeza, having listened sufficient, basically stops. She blacks out. And in that minute of collapse, the novel unobtrusively inquires a address that echoes through each page: what does it fetched a individual to keep surviving somebody who denies to see them?
Balaj surges her to the healing center, and it is here that the story shifts into something more complicated and more fair. The cold, fluorescent healing center passage gets to be the setting for his unraveling. Standing exterior the crisis ward, his costly white kurta recolored with blood and sweat, the most capable man in the room finds that control implies nothing when the individual you have unobtrusively come to care almost is slipping absent. The ruddy light over the ward flickers in cadence with his freeze. His clench hands are clenched not in outrage this time, but in fear.
Doctor Arifa steps exterior and conveys the news with the calm specialist of somebody who has seen this design some time recently. She tells him that both Sheeza and the child are in basic condition. And at that point she does something momentous — she denies to be scared by his dangers. When Balaj emits, heaving dangers almost closing the clinic down and canceling therapeutic licenses, she does not wince. Instep, she looks at him decisively and inquires the one address that cuts through all his rave: what did you do to this young lady that made her halt needing to live?
That address is the passionate spine of the novel. It strips Balaj of each defense he has built over a lifetime. He collapses into a hallway chair, replaying his possess words, hearing them presently as they really were — not firm, not commanding, but brutal. The realization that his coldness may have driven Sheeza to the edge of something irreversible starts to destroy him from the inside.
What makes this novel so compelling is not fair the dramatization, but the mental genuineness with which the creator follows the harm that sincerely inaccessible individuals take off behind — and the agonizing, dubious prepare of waking up to it. It is a story around the fetched of pride, the hush of enduring, and whether cherish can revamp what pitilessness has broken.
If you have ever held up for somebody to genuinely see you, this book will feel individual in ways that are troublesome to shake.
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