Chupke Se Tum
Short Plot Idea:
Zoya — aik confident, outspoken, aur thodi rebellious si larki, journalism department ki student hai. Usay sab “firecracker” kehte hain, kyunki woh kabhi kuch galat bardasht nahi karti.
Rayyan — aik quiet, artistic, introvert ladka jo fine arts ka student hai. Hamesha sketchbook lekar chhup chhup ke logon ko draw karta hai. Uska ek raaz hai: woh Zoya ki sketching kar raha hai pichlay 6 mahinon se — bina usay bataye.
Ek journalism assignment ke liye Zoya ko Fine Arts students ka interview lena hota hai — aur usi assignment mein hoti hai unki pehli mulaqat.
Phir:
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Zoya ko milta hai Rayyan ka sketchbook…
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Pata chalta hai Rayyan ka ek painful past…
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Aur Zoya, jise kabhi kisi se pyar nahi hua — usay kisi ki khamoshi mein mohabbat milti hai…
Magar ek twist: Rayyan ki zindagi mein ek aisi cheez hai jo sab kuch badal sakti hai… aur mohabbat ek imtihaan ban jaati hai.
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Hissa 1: Woh Ladki Jo Saamne Reh Kar Bhi Door Thi
University ke lawn mein dhoop phaili hui thi. Do departments ka collaboration project tha — Journalism aur Fine Arts ka.
Zoya Shah, journalism department ki bold aur fearless student, har stage pe mic le kar awaaz uthati thi. Uska yaqeen tha ke sach bolna sabse badi himmat hai — aur woh kabhi kisi se nahi dari.
Dusri taraf tha Rayyan Zafar — aik aisa ladka jo na stage pe aata tha, na kisi discussion mein. Woh aksar university ke kone mein baith kar sketchbook mein kuch banata rehta. Kahi log kehte thay, uski aankhon mein kuch bolta tha — magar zubaan pe kabhi kuch nahi hota.
"Iss dafa ka feature article Fine Arts students pe hoga. Zoya, tum lead logi."
Professor ke words the.
Zoya ne aankhon se sarcasm barsaate hue kaha:
"Sir, artists bolte kahan hain, kuch milay ga bhi?"
"Rayyan Zafar se mil lo, sab mil jaayega." Sir muskara diye.
Hissa 2: Pehli Nazar Mein Chehra Nahin, Dard Dikhta Hai
Zoya ne Rayyan ko pehli dafa canteen ke peeche baithay dekha — ek peela page uski sketchbook se jhank raha tha.
"Hi. I'm Zoya."
Rayyan ne sir uthaya. Uski aankhon mein thakawat thi, lekin ajeeb si sukoon bhi.
"Interview lena hai tumhara. Journalism project."
Rayyan ne sirf itna kaha: "Okay."
Woh dono university ke gallery mein jaa kar baith gaye. Zoya sawaal karti rahi, lekin Rayyan ke jawaab mukhtasar thay. Uski aankhon mein kuch chhupa tha — koi raaz, koi dard.
Phir Zoya ki nazar uske sketchbook pe gayi.
"Can I see?"
Rayyan ne thoda ruk ke sketchbook uske haath mein de di.
Zoya ne pehla page palta — aur jhatka sa laga.
Usme Zoya ka chehra tha. Haar angle se. Haar mood mein. Usay bina bataye, Rayyan ne use sketch kiya tha… mahino se.
Zoya ne dekha — ye na sirf sketch thay… ye uske andar tak ka chehra dikhate thay.
"Yeh... tumne...?"
Rayyan ne aankhon mein aankhen daal ke kaha:
"Tumhara chehra to sab dekhte hain, Zoya. Mujhe tumhari khamoshi acchi lagti hai."
Hissa 3: Jazbaat Jo Lafzon Mein Nahi Utarte
Is encounter ke baad Zoya ka attitude badal gaya. Ab woh har break pe Rayyan ke paas hoti. Use uski sketching mein curiosity bhi thi, aur khud ko kisi ki nazar se dekhne ka tajurba bhi.
Rayyan zyada nahi bolta tha, lekin uska har sketch Zoya se baat karta tha. Kabhi usay muskurate hue banata, kabhi aankhon mein aansu ke saath. Kabhi bina chehre ke, sirf silhoutte — jaise kuch adhura hai.
Ek din Zoya ne pucha:
"Tum mujhe sketch karke kya paana chahte ho?"
Rayyan ne pehli baar kuch gehra kaha:
"Main tumhein samajhna chahta hoon... tum jaise bahar se lagti ho, waisi ho nahi."
Zoya khamosh ho gayi.
Phir usne kaha:
"Aur tum... tum khud kya ho?"
Rayyan ne sketchbook band kar ke kaha:
"Woh jo tum dekhna chahti ho... usse chhupa raha hoon."
Hissa 4: Raaz Ka Darwaza Jo Khul Gaya
Semester end hone wala tha. Zoya, Rayyan ke aur kareeb ho gayi thi. Phir ek din, Rayyan university nahi aaya. Na agle din. Na teesray din.
Zoya ne uska hostel dhunda — uska room khula tha. Aur andar, ek zard kaghaz pada tha — hospital ka discharge slip.
"Patient: Rayyan Zafar. Bipolar Disorder. Observation required."
Zoya ne woh slip haath mein pakri, aur poora jism kaanp gaya.
"Woh jo har roz khamosh rehta tha… uske andar tufan chhupay thay… aur main samajh nahi payi?"
Rayyan wapas aaya — aur Zoya ne uska intezaar kiya.
Usne sirf ek baat kahi:
"Mujhe tumse dard nahi hai, Rayyan. Mujhe sirf us baat ka afsos hai ke tum ne mujhe us dard mein shamil nahi kiya."
Rayyan ne muskara kar kaha:
"Tum meri sketchbook ka hissa thi, Zoya. Apni zindagi mein jagah dena mushkil tha."
Hissa 5: Chupke Se Tum… Mere Ho Gaye
Zoya ne journalism ka farewell speech reject kar diya.
Usne stage pe khade ho kar sirf ek cheez kahi:
"Kabhi kabhi sabse gehri kahani woh hoti hai jo kabhi likhi hi nahi jaati. Sirf kisi ki sketchbook mein chupke se jeeti rehti hai."
Neeche audience mein Rayyan tha — sketchbook pakray. Uske har page mein ab Zoya ka chehra nahi… uska haath tha — jisme Rayyan ka haath tha.
Akhri page par likha tha:
"Chupke se tum... meri zindagi ban gaye. Lafz nahi chaahiye... bas saath kaafi hai."
💌 The End
"Chupke Se Tum" — ek aisi love story jisme lafzon se zyada khamoshi boli… aur sketchbook ka har page ek dil ka raaz ban gaya.