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

Chapter 2.6

Usay zabardasti neend se jagaya gaya.

"Imama! Imama!" Yeh Waseem tha, jo zor se uska naam pukar raha tha aur darwaza pe zor zor se dastak de raha tha.

"Kya hai? Kyu chillaa rahe ho?" Usne darwaza khola to dekha Waseem panic mein tha.

"Kya tumhare paas First Aid kit hai?"

"Haan, kyun?" Usay laga zameen phisal rahi hai.

"Bas lekar chalo mere saath. Choo-Choo ne phir se khudkushi karne ki koshish ki hai—usne apni kalai kaat li hai. Unka naukar neeche hai... chalo jaldi!"

Imama ne achanak se sukoon ka saans liya.

"Tumhara dost mental hospital ka case hai, uske rawayye ko dekh kar," usne ghusse se kaha aur apna dupatta uthaya aur Waseem ke peechay chal di.

"Maine abhi dekha hai—woh abhi hosh mein hai," Waseem ne kaha jab woh seedhiyan utar rahe thay.

"Tumhe usay seedha hospital le jana chahiye tha."

"Woh bhi karenge, lekin pehle uski kalai pe patti bandho taa ke khoon ruk sake."

"Main zyada kuch nahi kar sakti, Waseem. Allah jaane usne kis cheez se kalai kaati hai, waise, uska gharwala kahan hai?" Imama ne poocha.

"Ghar mein sirf naukar hi hain. Woh usay phone call ke baare mein batane aaye thay aur koi jawab na milne par unhone darwaza tod diya."

Imama kuch kehne lagi Salar ke baare mein, magar Waseem ne ghusse se mud kar kaha, "Khuda ke liye, apne comments band nahi kar sakti? Uski haalat serious hai aur tum ho jo usay bura bhala keh rahi ho!"

"Mujhe aise logon se koi humdardi nahi hai jo aise kaam karte hain."

Ab woh Salar ke ghar mein thay aur kuch dair mein uske kamre mein dakhil ho gaye. Imama dehleez par ruk gayi, hairan reh gayi. Pooray kamre mein aadhi nangi models ke posters lage hue thay—bilkul aisa lag raha tha jaise woh waqai wahan hain. Woh sharm se lal ho gayi aur bistar par padhe huye zakhmi naujawan ki izzat uski nazar mein aur gir gayi. Posters uske kirdar ki peep lagte thay aur dusre logon ke wahan hone ki wajah se Imama ko sharam mehsoos ho rahi thi. Woh jaldi se bistar ki taraf badhi jahan Salar Sikandar pada tha. Waseem uski kalai ko chadar ke kone se thaame hue tha taa ke khoon ruk sake, jabke Salar, aadhe hosh mein, khud ko azad karne ki koshish kar raha tha aur saath saath Waseem aur naukaron se baat karne ki koshish kar raha tha.

"Uska zakhm dekho," Waseem ne kaha aur Salar ki kalai ko dikhaya.

Imama ne chadar hataayi—zakham lamba aur gehra tha. Salar ne phir se apni baazu kheenchne ki koshish ki magar Imama ki pakad mazboot thi.

"Waseem, First Aid kit se patti nikaalo. Zakham bohot gehra hai—hum yahan kuch nahi kar sakte, usay hospital le jaana hoga. Main uski kalai pe patti bandhti hoon taa ke khoon ruk sake," usne kaha.

Salar ne apna sar jhatka aur ankhain kholne ki koshish ki. Har cheez dhundli thi jisme usne dekha ke ek ladki uski baazu ko mazbooti se pakre hue hai. Ghusse mein usne apni baazu kheenchne ki koshish ki magar dard ki lehr se bhar gaya: usay mehsoos hua jaise wo mar jayega magar agle hi pal phir se usne apni baazu chudane ki koshish ki.

"Tum kaun ho? Chali jao! Chale jao yahan se!" usne ghusse ke bawajood ladkhadate huye kaha. "Yeh mera kamra hai... tumhari himmat kaise hui yahan aane ki? Tum Waseem ho... nikal jao! Chale jao yahan se... haramzade!" usne cheekh kar kaha, alfaz phir se ghalat bolte huye.

Imama ne suna usne uske bhai ko gaali di, magar Salar ki kalai nahi chhodi aur uski tadap ke bawajood uski kalai pe patti bandhne lagi. Dhund mein, Salar ne apni kalai pe kuch narmi mehsoos ki. Usne phir se apni doosri baazu se chudane ki koshish ki, magar woh nakam raha.