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Khud Ki Maut Ki Tasveer

Hey friends! Is nayi Series ki kahani mein aap sabka khushaamdeed. Is story ka name hai – “Khud Ki Maut Ki Tasveer” Ye Horror Story hai. Agar aapko Horror Kahaniya, Moral Stories ya Bedtime Stories padhne ka shauk hai, toh is kahani ko poora zaroor padhein.

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Meri ammi apne abbu se nafrat karti hain. Jab main bada ho raha tha, to Dada Jack ka naam to kuch aisa tha jaise koi gali ho. Dad ne mujhe ek baar kahani sunayi thi, lekin usne yeh shart rakhi thi ki main kabhi ammi ko na batao ki mujhe pata hai.

Jack 22 saal tak meri Dadi Kathy se shaadi thi jab usne uska saath chhod diya. Yeh kisi midlife crisis ya nashe ki halat mei nahi tha — woh ek saal se har doosre hafte fishing trips par ja raha tha tabse jab Kathy ne samjha ki woh machhli ka naam Sally tha, aur woh usse dedh saal choti thi. Ya to dad ko puri tafseelat nahi maloom thi ya phir unhone mujhe nahi bataya, lekin mujhe lagta hai Kathy ne faisla kiya ke khudkushi ek kam gunahgar raasta hai ya talaaq se behtar. Yeh sab tab hua tha jab main paida bhi nahi hua tha, lekin ammi ne apne abbu se ek lafz bhi nahi kaha.

Lekin maine usse abhi bhi jaan liya. Jab main paida hua tha, to mom ne 8 saal tak uske saujhne aur maanane ke liye rote rehte hue mana kiya tha, lekin ek din woh akhir kar maan gayi aur hume milne ka intezaam kiya (unhone dad ko bheja messages bejne ke liye, kyun ke woh kehti thi ki woh dar jayegi agar woh khud baat kare). Dad ne mujhe bataya ke hum ek ghante ki duri par chale jayenge to Dada Jack ke ghar, aur mom ne milne ke dinon mei aur bhi darane wali baatein ki.

Shayad woh ab ek khatarnak insaan ho gaya ho, Mom ne kaha.

Dad ne kaha ke woh ek art history ke professor hain.

Ya phir shayad woh mere bare mein buri baatein kahein. Jo bhi woh kahein, main chahta hoon ke tum use suno mat.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Aik Aur Bhuka Moo

Khud Ki Maut Ki Tasveer | Latest Horror Stories | Urdu Kahaniya

Dad ne mazaak kiya ke maine apne ma-baap ki baat sunna nahi sunna mei toh aadat daal li hai. Mom muskurayi nahi.

Aur waise bhi, behtar hoga ke tum use bilkul mat baat karo. Bas usse dikhao ke tum khush, tandrust, aur theek tarah se set huye ladka ho, phir dad tumhe ghar le jaenge. Theek hai?

Yeh maza aayega, Dad ne mujhse raaste mei kehte hue kaha. Uske paas ek pura art studio hai jahan par har cheez hai jo tum soch sakte ho. Mitti ke bartan aur sculptures, paani aur oil paints, brushes aur har tarah ke tools — agar tum chaaho toh hum poora din wahaan bita sakte hain.

Kya Dada mujhse nafrat karte hain? maine poocha.

Haan bilkul nahi. Agar unhe tumse nafrat hoti toh woh saaloon se letter bhejte nahi, Dad ne kaha. Unhein sirf apne potey ko dekhna hai.

Kya unhein ammi se nafrat hai?

Tumhari ammi ek farishta hain. Usse koi bhi nafrat nahi kar sakta.

Kya unhein Dadi se nafrat hai?

Dad ko woh sawaal pasand nahi aaya. Tumhein khud se puchhna hoga.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Aik Aur Bhuka Moo

Khud Ki Maut Ki Tasveer | Latest Horror Stories | Urdu Kahaniya

To maine puchh diya. Woh pehla sawaal tha jo mere munh se nikla. Dada Jack ek mota admi tha, seedha ganja sir par aur uske talwe pe dhabbe the, aur uska bada mooch tha jo baat karte waqt hilta tha. Woh mujh par daud kar aaye, gale lagaane ke liye, aur maine usse pucha ke kya unhein meri Dadi se nafrat thi. Usne ek dam se ruk gaya. Dad mere samne aakarshit ho gaye jaise ki woh mujhe maarne se bacha rahe hain, lekin Dada Jack seedhe meri unchai par baith gaye aur mujhse gambhir nazar mila kar bola.

Maine kisi aur aurat se itni mohabbat kabhi nahi ki thi jitni maine Kathy se ki thi. Sirf tumhari ammi se zyada. Lekin yeh toh nahi ke do log ek doosre se pyaar karte hain toh woh ek doosre ko hamesha khush rakhte hain. Shayad main bas itna kamzor tha ki apni zindagi ke aur bhi lamhein unhappiness mei na bita sakta, aur main itna himmatvar nahi tha ki apni Dadi ko sach bata kar dukhi karoon.

Uski khushboo purani spice ki tarah thi, aur woh lag raha tha jaise 8 saal ke liye yeh kaafi the. Maine usse uska studio dikhne diya, aur humne ek bada landscape saath mei paint kiya. Woh sab mushkil cheezein aur details ki dekh bhaal ki, aur usne meri har gandi dhabbe ko kuch khoobsurat banane mei madad ki, bina meri mehnat ko mitaya. Usne poocha ke kya main dobara aaoonga, aur maine kaha ke main chahta hoon — agar ammi izazat de toh. Main aaj tak kisi aadmi ko itna tezi se aur itna laal hote hue nahi dekha tha, uske mooch jaise ek sanp ki tarah khade the.

Meri ammi apne abbu se nafrat karti hain. Jab main bada ho raha tha, to Dada Jack ka naam to kuch aisa tha jaise koi gali ho. Dad ne mujhe ek baar kahani sunayi thi, lekin usne yeh shart rakhi thi ki main kabhi ammi ko na batao ki mujhe pata hai.

Jack 22 saal tak meri Dadi Kathy se shaadi thi jab usne uska saath chhod diya. Yeh kisi midlife crisis ya nashe ki halat mei nahi tha — woh ek saal se har doosre hafte fishing trips par ja raha tha tabse jab Kathy ne samjha ki woh machhli ka naam Sally tha, aur woh usse dedh saal choti thi. Ya to dad ko puri tafseelat nahi maloom thi ya phir unhone mujhe nahi bataya, lekin mujhe lagta hai Kathy ne faisla kiya ke khudkushi ek kam gunahgar raasta hai ya talaaq se behtar. Yeh sab tab hua tha jab main paida bhi nahi hua tha, lekin ammi ne apne abbu se ek lafz bhi nahi kaha.

Lekin maine usse abhi bhi jaan liya. Jab main paida hua tha, to mom ne 8 saal tak uske saujhne aur maanane ke liye rote rehte hue mana kiya tha, lekin ek din woh akhir kar maan gayi aur hume milne ka intezaam kiya (unhone dad ko bheja messages bejne ke liye, kyun ke woh kehti thi ki woh dar jayegi agar woh khud baat kare). Dad ne mujhe bataya ke hum ek ghante ki duri par chale jayenge to Dada Jack ke ghar, aur mom ne milne ke dinon mei aur bhi darane wali baatein ki.

Shayad woh ab ek khatarnak insaan ho gaya ho, Mom ne kaha.

Dad ne kaha ke woh ek art history ke professor hain.

Ya phir shayad woh mere bare mein buri baatein kahein. Jo bhi woh kahein, main chahta hoon ke tum use suno mat.

Dad ne mazaak kiya ke maine apne ma-baap ki baat sunna nahi sunna mei toh aadat daal li hai. Mom muskurayi nahi.

Aur waise bhi, behtar hoga ke tum use bilkul mat baat karo. Bas usse dikhao ke tum khush, tandrust, aur theek tarah se set huye ladka ho, phir dad tumhe ghar le jaenge. Theek hai?

Yeh maza aayega, Dad ne mujhse raaste mei kehte hue kaha. Uske paas ek pura art studio hai jahan par har cheez hai jo tum soch sakte ho. Mitti ke bartan aur sculptures, paani aur oil paints, brushes aur har tarah ke tools — agar tum chaaho toh hum poora din wahaan bita sakte hain.

Kya Dada mujhse nafrat karte hain? maine poocha.

Haan bilkul nahi. Agar unhe tumse nafrat hoti toh woh saaloon se letter bhejte nahi, Dad ne kaha. Unhein sirf apne potey ko dekhna hai.

Kya unhein ammi se nafrat hai?

Tumhari ammi ek farishta hain. Usse koi bhi nafrat nahi kar sakta.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Aik Aur Bhuka Moo

Khud Ki Maut Ki Tasveer | Latest Horror Stories | Urdu Kahaniya

Kya unhein Dadi se nafrat hai?

Dad ko woh sawaal pasand nahi aaya. Tumhein khud se puchhna hoga.

To maine puchh diya. Woh pehla sawaal tha jo mere munh se nikla. Dada Jack ek mota admi tha, seedha ganja sir par aur uske talwe pe dhabbe the, aur uska bada mooch tha jo baat karte waqt hilta tha. Woh mujh par daud kar aaye, gale lagaane ke liye, aur maine usse pucha ke kya unhein meri Dadi se nafrat thi. Usne ek dam se ruk gaya. Dad mere samne aakarshit ho gaye jaise ki woh mujhe maarne se bacha rahe hain, lekin Dada Jack seedhe meri unchai par baith gaye aur mujhse gambhir nazar mila kar bola.

Maine kisi aur aurat se itni mohabbat kabhi nahi ki thi jitni maine Kathy se ki thi. Sirf tumhari ammi se zyada. Lekin yeh toh nahi ke do log ek doosre se pyaar karte hain toh woh ek doosre ko hamesha khush rakhte hain. Shayad main bas itna kamzor tha ki apni zindagi ke aur bhi lamhein unhappiness mei na bita sakta, aur main itna himmatvar nahi tha ki apni Dadi ko sach bata kar dukhi karoon.

Uski khushboo purani spice ki tarah thi, aur woh lag raha tha jaise 8 saal ke liye yeh kaafi the. Maine usse uska studio dikhne diya, aur humne ek bada landscape saath mei paint kiya. Woh sab mushkil cheezein aur details ki dekh bhaal ki, aur usne meri har gandi dhabbe ko kuch khoobsurat banane mei madad ki, bina meri mehnat ko mitaya. Usne poocha ke kya main dobara aaoonga, aur maine kaha ke main chahta hoon — agar ammi izazat de toh. Main aaj tak kisi aadmi ko itna tezi se aur itna laal hote hue nahi dekha tha, uske mooch jaise ek sanp ki tarah khade the.

Us nay yaad bhi nahi kiya ke woh bhi us se nafrat karti hai. Har dafa jab woh pouchta tha, aur har dafa jab mein ne ek ghair-mawaz bahana banaya aur wada kiya ke agli baar woh zarur aaegi.

Jab usay stroke aaya to woh 86 saal ka tha. Uske baad woh dobara kabhi bhi tasveer nahi banaya, aur ek saal ke andar woh hum se chala gaya. Dad aur mein us ki tajdeed mein gaye, lekin mom ne khud ko apne kamre mein band kar liya. Dada ne phir bhi sab kuch usko chhod diya, usne wasiyat mein likha ke Main shayad use ghar nahi de sakta, lekin kam se kam apna ghar to de sakta hoon. Lekin usne toh ghar mein paon bhi nahi rakha chahti thi, is liye ek hafta baad mein ne uske liye saman ikattha karne ka kaam shuru kiya.

Tab main ne uski aakhri tasveer dekhi. Main toh dar se kaanp raha tha studio mein jaane se, aur yeh nahi ke woh sirf sab se bada kaam hoga is liye. Main ne yeh abhorrent canvason ko ulta rakh diya taake main unhein dekhna na pare, lekin mujhe yeh notice karne se rok nahi saka ke yeh aik alag qisam ki tasveer hai.

Yeh itni perfect thi ke isse aik tasveer lagti thi. Khud tasveer mein dikhaya gaya tha ke Jack apne taboot mein shaant hokar lete hue the, haath unke seenay par, aankhen band. Yeh ajeeb tha ke usne itni tafseel se bana li thi, considering uske studio mein bikhre hue uske baqi kaam ko. Mein wahan thoda sa waqt guzra aur socha ke kitni dukh bhari baat hai ke usne apni maut ko aise tay kiya.

Maine tasveer ko packing karte waqt bahar rakha, soch kar ke usko apne apartment mein taqat dena. Chonke baqi tasveeren kam morbid thi, lekin yeh tasveer aisi thi jaise ke isne Jack ne khud banai ho, us beemari ne nahi jo uske dimagh ko dhakela. Isne mujhe yeh mehsoos karwaya ke uski rooh kahin shaant hai, aur yeh mujhe khushi hui. Maine usko apne bedroom mein taang diya us raat, aur usse salaam kiya jaise ke mein ne uske bed ke paon mein apni sleeping bag daal kar soya tha jab main chhota tha.

Khud Ki Maut Ki Tasveer

Main jaldi hi so gaya, us din ki thakan se thak gaya tha. Main raat bhar beech beech mein soya, yaad mujhe nahi aata ke mein ne kuch khwaab dekha ho. Phir, subha uth kar jab main ne pehli baat dekhi, to woh tasveer thi jahan se Jack mujhe dekh raha tha. Wohi tasveer jahan raat ko band aankhen dikh rahi thi. Shayad kal bhi aisi hi thi aur mujhe nahi pata chala, main ne socha, lekin mujhe is baat pe pura yakeen nahi hua. Main ne yaad kiya ke Jack hamesha mujh se naraz ho jata tha jab main uski tasveeron mein wohi cheez nahi dekhta jo usne dekhi thi – shayad woh sahi tha aur main sach mein andha tha. Main ne is pe zyada socha nahi, jab tak agle din raat ko jab main ne ankh khuli, to tasveer cheekh rahi thi.

Koi awaz nahi – main itna pagal nahi hua tha – lekin moo khula hua tha, bechaini mein jakra hua. Main bas bed par baitha raha, tez saans lete hue, apne kamre ke khirki se aati hui kam roshni mein tasveer ko ghurta raha. Main bar-bar letna chhod deta aur apne aap ko samjhane ki koshish karta ke yeh ek khwaab hai, mujhe kuch der se zyada baithe bhi nahi rehne deta ke kuch seconds ke liye baith kar tasveer ko ghur kar uth jata. Mujhe lagbhag adhe ghante tak lagta hai ke main ne aakhir kar uttar diya aur lights on kar di. Main ne hanste huye dekha ke woh shaant taboot mein neend mein sota hai apni band aankhon ke saath, lekin main ne raat ke baki hisse ko light on kar ke guzara. Subha mein, uski aankhen phir se khuli hui thi.

Main ne Jack ki tasveer ko dosh nahi diya. Aur,  Main ne khud ko dosh diya ke main hamesha uski tasveeron mein wohi cheezein nahi dekhta tha jaise ke woh mujhe hamesha daantte the. Main ne apni maa ko phone kiya aur uske voicemail par apne ajeeb khwaab ke baare mein bataya. ‘Dada Jack ko dard ho raha hai,’ maine usko kaha. Mein aur bhi keh sakta tha, lekin mujhe bewaqoofi mehsoos hui aur kuch hi der baad main ne phone rakha.

Maine to asal mein cheekhna tab suna jab dosri raat thi, aur tab tak to wakai hi der ho gayi thi.

Kahin subah ke waqt – main bistar se bahir nikla aur kamre ke beech safar par tha tab tak mein puri tarah se jag nahi chuka tha. Awaz ne mujhe itni tezi se bed se utha liya tha ke mujhe yeh bhi pata nahi chala ke yeh tasveer se aa rahi hai. Itna roshni thi ke maine dada ke chehre ko takleef mein dekha.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Aik Aur Bhuka Moo

Khud Ki Maut Ki Tasveer | Latest Horror Stories | Urdu Kahaniya

Mere neeche wale hamdar ke neeche se dhakkad padne ki awaaz aayi. Yeh sirf screaming ko zyada tez karne lagti thi. Mere kaanon mein khoon ki dhar, phir usse guzar gayi.

Main bhagna chaha, lekin mera darwaza ka nakkab nahi khula. Main ne zyada der tak koshish nahi ki – darwaze ke paas jaane par mujhe tasveer ke saath hona padta tha aur awaaz insufferable thi.

Phir, maine tasveer ko deewar se utara. Uske peeche ek aur tasveer thi – jise maine kabhi wahan nahi lagaya tha. Ek distorted tasveer thi, jiska jism galat tarike se tha. Main iss ko ek ishara samjha, haalanki main itna dar gaya tha ke iska kya matlab hai, isliye maine screaming wali tasveer ko wapas laga diya ki us ajeeb cheez ko dhakne ke liye.

Deewar par phir se lagane ke baad, main khirki ki taraf lautne laga. Main ek qadam bhi nahi badha ke mere kalai ko pakra aur mujhe peeche ki taraf khinch liya. Dada ke ek haath kaanvass ke par nahi tha. Thandi gora jild, uske nakhun mujh mein zakhmi kar rahe the, mujhe tasveer ki taraf khinchta tha jaise ke kisi khule darwaze ke zariye.

Is stage par, main bhi cheekhne laga tha. Koi mere darwaze par mukka maarne laga. Main ne apne paaon se deewar ko sahara dene ki koshish ki. Thandi haath isi ke liye kaanp rahe the, lekin woh ab bhi zyada taqatwar the – ek inch ek inch mujhe uske taboot ki taraf khinch rahe the. Main almost azad ho gaya tha jab uska doosra haath bahar aaya – yeh mujhe gale se pakad liya – mujhe bahut tezi se aage khinchne laga.

Main itna paas tha ke maine uski khushboo mahsoos ki, lekin yeh woh purani spice cologne nahi thi jo woh hamesha lagate the. Mere chehre ne canvas se chipak gaya, yeh badbu murda gosht ki tarah aati thi. Phir main uske through tha – maine apne aankhen band kar li, uske thande bazon ne mujhe gher liya tha.

Wahan par sunsaan tha. Ab main apne dil ki dharkan tak nahi sun sakta tha. Mere aas paas ka dabav dhire-dhire tha, jaise thanda paani ya ek bhari dhund se ghera gaya ho. Ek pal ke baad, aur ahsaas pehle se hi piche ho gaya. Main apni aankhen kholi to apne kamre mein khada tha, deewar par tasveer ke samne. Uske jhukay huye haath, aankhen band, bilkul waise jaise honi chahiye.

Maine agli adhe ghante mein apne padosi se bohot mafi maangi. Main lucky tha ke mujhe lock up nahi kiya gaya. Uske baad maine apni maa ko phone kiya, mujhe hairat hui ke woh ansu bahane wali thi.

Tum theek ho? Tum kahan ho? maine pucha.

Main theek hoon. Dad theek hain. Maine unko aaj subah kabristan mein mila. Yeh mere liye bewaqoofi hai, na? Usne rokar batai aur apna naak saaf kiya. Kya tumhe lagta hai ke unko pata hai?

Maine usse kaha ke main sochta hoon ke unhe is baat se kaafi khushi hui, aur yeh mujhe bhi khushi hai. Main nahi janta ke agar woh nahi hoti to mere saath kya hota.

Khatam!!

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