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

Chapter 3.4

Salar ne apne samne khare admi ko ghoor se dekha. Woh mayoos tha-ek aam chehra aur jism, aur motadil qad; shayad bina dari ke woh behtar lagta. Salar ki khoobsurti, lamba qad aur athletic jismani shakal use aurton ke liye bohot dilkash banate the, lekin yeh shakhs in faiday se mehroom tha. Salar sochne laga ke Imama ko is admi mein kya pasand aya tha. Usne socha ke woh usse zyada bewaqoof hai jitna usne pehle samjha tha.
"Main Jalal Ansar hoon. Tum mujhse milna chahte thay?"
"Salar Sikandar," Salar ne apna haath barhaya.
"Maaf karna, main tumhe pehchana nahi."
"Zaroori nahi, hum pehli baar mil rahe hain." Salar aspatal aaya tha, Jalal ko dhoondte hue. Thodi madad se, usne usse dhoond liya aur ab duty room ke samne uske sath tha.
"Kahin baith kar baat kar sakte hain?" Salar ne pucha.
"Kis bare mein baat karni hai?" Jalal kuch pareshan nazar aya.
"Imama ke bare mein."
" Tum kaun ho?" Jalal ka chehra badal gaya.
"Main uska dost hoon." Jalal ne baghair kuch kahe Salar ko dekha aur woh chalne lage.
"Meri gari parking lot mein hai-chalo wahan chalte hain," Salar ne mashwara diya. Jab tak woh gari tak pohanche, unhone ek lafz bhi nahi bola.
"Main Islamabad se aaya hoon," Salar ne shuru kiya. "Imama ne chaha ke main tumse baat karoon."
"Imama ne mujhe kabhi tumhare bare mein nahi bataya," Jalal ne ajeeb andaaz mein kaha. "Tum kab se usse jante ho?"
"Almost bachpan se...hamare ghar paados mein hain. Hum bohot achay dost hain." Salar nahi jaanta tha ke usne yeh baat kyun ki. Shayad woh Jalal ke chehre par aati jati muskurahat ko dekh kar maze le raha tha-usne uske nafrat bhari nazar ko mehsoos kiya.
"Maine Imama se tafseel se baat ki hai. Mujhe nahi lagta ke iske baad kuch baqi reh gaya hai baat karne ko," Jalal ne be-zaroori andaaz mein kaha.
"Imama chahti hai ke tum usse shaadi karo." Salar ki awaz bhi utni hi be-ehsaas thi, jaise ek newsreader ki hoti hai.
"Maine usse apna faisla bata diya hai."
"Woh chahti hai ke tum is faisle par dobara ghoor karo."
"Yeh mumkin nahi."
"Woh us ghar mein qaid hai, apne walidain, apne khandan ki hirasat mein. Agar tum usse hamesha ke liye nahi apna sakte, toh woh chahti hai ke tum temporary commitment karke usse ek bailiff ki madad se chura lo."
"Yeh kaise mumkin hai jab woh qaid hai?" Jalal ne sawal kiya aur Salar ne kaha ke nikah phone par ho sakta hai.
"Nahi, main itna risk nahi le sakta-main aise mamlaat mein nahi padna chahta. Mere walidain kabhi is baat ko nahi maanenge aur woh waise bhi usse kabhi accept nahi karenge."

Jalal ki nazar Salar ke ponytail par tiki hui thi-jis tarah Salar ne usse napasand kiya tha, Jalal bhi Salar ko napasand kar raha tha.

"Usne yeh temporary arrangement mein jane ke liye tayar hai," Salar ne phir se kaha, "taake woh apne ghar se nikal sake. Tum baad mein usse talaq de sakte ho, agar chaho to."
"Mujhe lagta hai ke maine saaf keh diya hai ke main uski madad nahi kar sakta. Tum kyun nahi usse shaadi kar lete agar yeh sirf temporary arrangement hai? Aakhir tum uske dost ho, nahi?" Jalal ne teekhi nazar ke sath kaha. "Agar tum Islamabad se Lahore uski madad ke liye aa sakte ho, to yeh bhi kar sakte ho."
"Usne mujhse shaadi karne ko nahi kaha, isliye maine is bare mein nahi socha," Salar ne kandhe uchkate hue kaha. "Waise bhi, woh tumse mohabbat karti hai, mujhse nahi."
"Mohabbat ka temporary shaadi se kya lena dena? Tum baad mein usse talaq de sakte ho." Jalal ne ek hal bataya.
"Shukriya, main tumhari salahiyat us tak pohcha dunga," Salar ne sanjeedgi se jawab diya.
"Aur agar yeh mumkin nahi hai, to Imama ko kahna ke woh koi aur raasta dhoond le. Haqeeqat mein, tum kisi akhbar ke daftar jao aur unhein uski mushkilat ke bare mein batao... kaise uske walidain use zabardasti qaid kar rahe hain. Jab media is masle ko uthaayega, to uske walidain majboor ho jayenge use riha karne par, ya tum police ke paas ja kar uski rihaai karwa sakte ho."
Salar heran tha: Jalal bilkul theek baat kar raha tha-Imama ne khud kyun nahi is bare mein socha? Yeh ek zyada mehfooz raasta tha.
"Teek hai, yeh bhi bata dunga."
"Please, dobara mujhse milne mat aana aur Imama se bhi keh dena ke woh mujhe dobara kabhi contact na kare. Waise bhi, mere walidain meri mangni ki planning kar rahe hain." Jalal ne yeh bhi bata diya.
"Teek hai-main usse tumhari sab baatein bata dunga," Salar ne casually jawab diya. Jalal ne kuch aur nahi kaha aur car se nikal gaya.