Ek shaam ka scene hai.
Ladki terrace par khadi hai, thodi naraaz, kyunki usse abhi-abhi pata chala hai ki ladke ne apni asli financial status chhupaya hua tha.
Ladka dheere-dheere uske paas aata hai—hawa chal rahi hai, halka sa silence hai.
Woh ruk kar deep breath leta hai, uski aankhon mein guilt aur pyaar dono dikh rahe hain.
Aur phir woh yeh monologue bolta hai…
MONOLOGUE (Roman Hindi, emotional, 1 minute)
Sun… ek baat hai jo main tumse hamesha chhupaata raha.
Haan, main tumse zyada ameer hoon… bahut zyada.
Par maine kabhi isliye nahi bataya kyunki main darrta tha.
Darrta tha ki tum mujhe nahi… mere paison ko pyaar na karne lago.
Mujhe hamesha se ek hi ladki ki talash thi—
jo mujhe mere jaisa accept kare,
mere bank balance se nahi,
mere insaan hone se pyaar kare.
Aur jab tum meri zindagi mein aayi…
pehli baar laga ki kisi ne mujhe, sirf mujhe chuna hai.
Tumhari aankhon mein kabhi lalach nahi tha,
kabhi koi hisaab-kitaab nahi tha…
sirf ek sachcha pyaar tha.
Isliye chhupaya…
kyunki main tumhein khona nahi chahta tha.
Par ab…
ab main kuch bhi chhupana nahi chahta.
Haan, main ameer hoon.
Par mere paas jitna bhi hai na…
mera sabse khoobsurat hissa tum ho.
Agar tum chaaho,
to aaj se main sirf sach ke saath jeena chahta hoon.
Bas ek baat bata do…
kya tum ab bhi mujhe utna hi pyaar karti ho?
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