Kya Woh Dhoka Tha?

Shehar ki ronaqon mein aik larki rehti thi, uska naam tha Sofia. Woh 25 saal ki thi, khoobsurat, parhi likhi, aur aik private company mein marketing manager thi. Uski zindagi mein sab kuch theek chal raha tha — dost, family, achi job — lekin dil khaali tha. Social media par woh aksar larkon se chat karti, magar koi sanjeeda nahi lagta tha.

Aik din Instagram par usay aik request ayi. Profile ka naam tha "Omar Khan". Profile picture mein aik khoobsurat, muskurata hua larka, suit pehne, Dubai ki buildings ke samne khara tha. Bio mein likha tha: "Travel Enthusiast | Businessman | Dubai Based | Looking for true love ❤️"

Sofia ne accept kiya. Pehla message Omar ki taraf se aya: "Hello khoobsurat, aap ki muskurahat ne to mera dil choo liya 😍"

Sofia hans pari. Pehle to normal chatting hui, phir WhatsApp par shift ho gaye. Omar bohat acha bolta tha. Kehta tha ke Dubai mein uska apna import-export ka business hai, do gaadiyan hain, apartment Burj Khalifa ke qareeb. Maa baap Pakistan mein hain, magar woh akela rehta hai.

Raat din messages, voice notes, video calls. Omar ki awaaz bohat pyari thi, English aur Urdu mix karke bolta. Kehta, "Sofia, tum meri zindagi badal do gi. Main tum se shadi karna chahta hoon. Tum Pakistan aa jao, ya main aaun?"

Sofia ka dil pighal gaya. Usne kabhi aisa pyar nahi dekha tha. Omar har waqt kehta, "Baby, main tumhare baghair mar jaoon ga. Tumhari aik jhalak ke liye taras raha hoon."

Teen mahine guzar gaye. Sofia ne apni behan ko bataya, maa ko ishaara kiya. Sab khush thay ke Dubai se rishta aa raha hai.

Phir aik din Omar ne kaha, "Suno, mere business mein thodi si problem aa gayi hai. Aik deal phans gayi, 50 lakh rupay ki. Agar yeh deal ho gayi to main Pakistan aa kar tum se nikah kar loonga. Lekin abhi mere account mein paise freeze ho gaye hain. Tumhari madad chahiye."

Sofia ruki. "Kaisi madad?"

"Baby, tum bas 5 lakh rupay mujhe bhej do. Main aik hafte mein wapas kar doonga, sood samait. Yeh meri izzat ka sawal hai. Agar tum ne na kiya to main mar jaoon ga."

Sofia ke dil mein kuch khatka. Lekin Omar ne foran voice note bheja, rote hue, "Tum mujh par yaqeen nahi karti? Main tum se sacchi muhabbat karta hoon. Yeh paise tumhare hi to hain, hamare mustaqbil ke liye."

Sofia ne apni sari bachat nikali. Maa ke zevar beche, bank se loan liya, aur 5 lakh Western Union se bhej diye.

Omar ne kaha, "Shukriya meri jaan! Ab bas do din, main ticket book kar raha hoon."

Phir achanak phone band. WhatsApp par last seen khatam. Instagram par profile ghaib.

Sofia pagal ho gayi. Roti rahi, phone karti rahi. Phir use samajh aaya ke woh fraud tha. Dubai wala koi Omar Khan nahi, koi business nahi. Sab jhoot. Tasveerain Google se chori ki gayi, awaaz shayad koi aur ki.

Woh raaton ko nahi soti thi. Khud ko kaasti, "Main itni ahmaq kyun thi? Kya woh dhoka tha? Ya meri apni mohabbat andhi thi?"

Mahino baad aik din use Facebook par wohi profile mila, naam badla hua, lekin tasveerain wohi. Ab woh kisi aur larki se yehi baatein kar raha tha, "Tum meri zindagi ho, baby."

Sofia ne use message kiya, "Omar, mujhe pehchaana?"

Doosri taraf se jawab aya, "Wrong number."

Sofia hans pari, lekin aankhon mein aansu thay. Usne police mein report ki, magar paise wapas na aa sake.

Ab woh doosri larkiyon ko warning deti hai, apne blog par likhti hai, "Mohabbat aankhen band kar deti hai, lekin dhoka aankhen khol deta hai."

Kai raaten woh sochti rehti, "Kya woh dhoka tha? Ya maine khud ko dhoka diya ke duniya mein sacchi mohabbat ab bhi hai?"

Shayad dono.

(Yeh kahani mukammal tor par afsanvi hai, lekin aisi bohat si sacchi kahaniyan hamare ird gird ho rahi hain. Mohabbat karo, lekin aankhen khuli rakho.)