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

Chapter 3.1

CHAPTER 3 STARTS!!!!!

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"Ye bekaar mashwara sirf Asjad ka hi ho sakta hai-koi aur aisi baat nahi kar sakta! Kya usay ye samajh nahi aata ke mein abhi parh rahi hoon?" Imama apni bhabhi se gusse mein boli.

"Nah, ye Asjad ya uski family ka nahi tha-ye Baba ka khayal tha," uski bhabhi ne itminan se jawab diya.

"Baba ka khayal? Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha! Jab mujhe medical college mein admission mila tha, toh aisa koi plan nahi tha. Waqt aane par Baba Uncle Azam se kehte the ke meri shaadi meri house job khatam hone ke baad hogi. Ab kya ho gaya hai unko?" Imama heran thi.

"Zaroor koi dabao hoga, lekin Ammi ne bataya ke Baba yahi chahte hain," uski bhabhi ne wazahat ki.

"Toh unko keh do ke mujhe house job khatam hone se pehle shaadi nahi karni."

"Theek hai... mein tumhara paigham pohcha doongi, lekin behtar hoga ke tum khud Baba se baat karo," usne mashwara diya.

Uski bhabhi kamre se chali gayi, lekin Imama bahut fikrmand thi. Ye khabar itni achanak aur ghair mutawaqqa thi ke wo jhatka kha gayi-sirf soch mein hi nahi, balki waqai. Wo apni house job mukammal karna chahti thi aur phir apni practice shuru karna chahti thi: is se wo maali tor par khudmukhtar ho sakti thi aur apne plan ke mutabiq Jalal se shaadi kar sakti thi jo tab tak apne aap ko bhi mustaqil kar chuka hota. Lekin ye achanak shaadi ka masla-ab kyu uth gaya tha?

"Asjad ke ghar walon ne koi darkhwast nahi ki hai; maine khud unse baat ki hai," Hashim Mubeen ne itminan se samjhaya. Imama unke kamre mein thi-wo zaroori samjhti thi ke maloom kare ke kya chal raha hai.

"Apne unse pehle hi baat kar li-mujhse pooche baghair, Baba? Aap aisa kaise kar sakte hain?" Imama ko yakeen nahi ho raha tha.

Unke walid ne uski taraf ghor se dekha. "Agar tumhe yaad ho, Imama, ye rishta tumhari raza-mandi se manzoor hua tha," unhone kaha.

"Rishta tay karna aur cheez hai... aur shaadi alag cheez hai. Aapne maan liya tha ke house job se pehle shaadi nahi hogi," usne yaad dilaya.

"Tumhe shaadi se kya aitraz hai? Tumhe Asjad pasand nahi?"

"Ye pasand na pasand ka sawal nahi hai. Mein apne parhai ke darmiyan shaadi nahi karna chahti. Aapko ache se pata hai ke mujhe eye specialist banna hai: agar ab shaadi kar li toh mere plans, mere khwab kabhi poore nahi honge."

"Bahut si larkiyan shaadi ke baad bhi parhai jari rakhti hain. Humari family mein misaalain hain..." unhone tasalli dene ki koshish ki, lekin usne baat kaat di.

"Wo larkiyan bahut tez, bahut samajhdaar hongi-mein nahi hoon. Mein ek waqt mein sirf ek kaam kar sakti hoon."

"Maine Azam Bhai se baat ki hai aur wo tareekhein tay karne aa rahe hain." Hashim Mubeen ka lehja sakht tha.

"Aap meri sari mehnat zaya kar rahe hain," usne ehtijaj kiya. "Agar aapko yehi karna tha, toh pehle hi koi waada nahi karna chahiye tha."

"Cheezein tab alag thi; halaat ab badal gaye hain..."

Usne phir se baat kaat di. "Kyu? Ab kya badal gaya hai ke aap mujhse aisa bartao kar rahe hain?"

"Mein yaqeen dilata hoon ke Asjad tumhari taleem mukammal karne mein poori madad karega; woh tumhe kisi bhi tarah nahi rokeyga," Hashim ne usay tasalli dene ki koshish ki.

"Baba, mujhe Asjad ki madad nahi chahiye, mujhe aapki madad chahiye," usne iltija ki. "Please, mujhe apni parhai mukammal karne dein."

"Imama, zid karna band karo...mein wohi karunga jo maine faisla kiya hai," unhone sakhti se kaha, uski iltijayen nazarandaz karte hue. "Tumhare mangni ko chaar saal ho gaye hain aur yeh bohat lamba arsa hai. Agar unhon ne rishta tor dene ka faisla kar liya toh?"