Peer-E-Kamil (The Perfect Mentor) - Roman Urdu {Completed}

Chapter 1.2

Asjad ne darwaza khola aur apni maa ke kamre mein dakhil hua. "Ami, mujhe aapse kuch zaroori baat karni hai."

"Haan... kya baat hai?" Shakeela ne jawab diya.

Asjad sofa par baith gaya. "Aap Hashim Uncle ke ghar gayi thi aajkal?"

"Nahi... koi khaas baat hai?"

"Imama is haftay unke yahan aayi hui hai."

"Accha, hum shaam ko chalenge. Tum gayi the wahan?"

"Ji haan," Asjad ne kaha.

"Wo kaisi hai? Kaafi arse baad ghar aayi hai," Shakeela ne kaha.

"Ji, do mahine baad." Shakeela ne dekha ke Asjad pareshaan tha. "Koi masla hai?"

"Ami, mujhe lagta hai Imama thodi badal gayi hai," Asjad ne ek lambi saans bhari.

"Badal gayi? Tumhara kya matlab hai?"

"Main samjha nahi sakta. Bas uska rawaya mere liye ajeeb lagta hai," Asjad ne kandhe uchkaye. "Aaj to usne ek choti si baat pe naraazgi dikha di. Wo pehle jaisi nahi hai. Main is tabdeeli ki wajah samajh nahi pa raha."

"Yeh tumhara weham hai, Asjad. Uska rawaya kyun badlega? Tum buhat zyada emotional soch rahe ho."

"Nahi, Ami. Pehle mujhe bhi laga ke main zyada mahsus kar raha hoon, lekin aaj ke baad mujhe aisa nahi lagta. Wo mujhe buhat beparwah tareeke se treat karti hai."

"Toh tumhein kya lagta hai ke is tabdeeli ki wajah kya hai?" Shakeela ne brush table par rakhte hue poocha.

"Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aata..."

"Kya tumne usse poocha?"

"Na sirf ek dafa, balki kai dafa."

"Phir?"

"Jaise aap, wo bhi kehti hai ke main galat samajh raha hoon." Asjad ne phir kandhe uchkaye. "Kabhi kehti hai ke yeh uski padhai ki wajah se hai, kabhi kehti hai ke ab wo mature ho gayi hai..."

"Yeh kuch ghalat nahi, ho sakta hai yeh hi wajah ho," Shakeela ne soch mein doob kar kaha.

"Ami, baat uske sanjeeda hone ki nahi! Mujhe lagta hai ke wo mujhse door ho rahi hai," Asjad ne kaha.

"Tum bewakoofi kar rahe ho, Asjad. Mujhe nahi lagta ke koi masla hai. Tum dono bachpan se ek dusre ko jaante ho. Tumhare mizaj waqif hain," Shakeela ko apne bete ke dar bekaar lagte the. "Zahir hai, waqt ke sath tabdeeliyan hoti hain: tum ab bachay nahi rahe. Choti choti baaton par fikar karna chhod do," Shakeela ne apne bete ko samjhaane ki koshish ki. "Waisay bhi, Hashim Bhai chahte hain ke agle saal tum dono ki shaadi ho jaye. Imama apni taleem uske baad mukammal kar sakti hai. Wo apni zimmedaari poori karna chahte hain," Shakeela ne raaz khola.

"Ye kab kaha unhone?" Asjad ne hairat se poocha.

"Kayee dafa. Waise, mujhe lagta hai ke unhone tayari bhi shuru kar di hai."

Asjad ne sakoon ka saans liya. "Shayad is wajah se Imama pareshan hai."

"Haan, mumkin hai. Shaadi agle saal ho jani chahiye," Asjad ne kuch tasalli se jawab diya.

Woh solah ya satrah saal ka lamba, patla larka tha. Uske chehre par halki se dari thi aur uska chehra masoom tha. Woh sports shorts aur dhila shirt pehney hue tha, aur usne cotton ke socks aur joggers pehn rakhey thay. Woh ek bheer bhari sadak ke beech mein, ek heavy duty motorcycle par tha jo woh beht hoshiyari se chala raha tha, bina kisi traffic light ya aane wali traffic ka khayal rakhey. Traffic mein apni bike ko zigzag chalate hue, woh dauran apne dono pair pedals se utha kar wheelies kar raha tha. Phir bina speed kam kiye, usne mod liya aur lanes badal kar galat rukh mein aane wali traffic mein ghus gaya. Achanak usne tez brake lagaya aur motorcycle ek aane wali car se takra gayi. Woh hawa mein uchhal gaya aur neeche gir gaya. Usko pata hi nahi chala kya hua... uska zehan andheray mein doob gaya.