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

Chapter 3.5

"Please milo Jalal se dobara...please," Imama Salar se phone pe darkhwast kar rahi thi.
Salar iski darkhwast se chir chuka tha. "Imama, wo tumse shaadi nahi karna chahta-usne yeh kitni baar kaha hai. Tum kyun nahi samajh rahi ke usse baat karne ka koi faida nahi? Usne kaha ke uske walidain chahte hain ke wo mangni kar le..."

"Wo jhoot bol raha hai," Imama ne mudakhlat ki, "sirf is liye ke main usse dobara rabta na karun. Uske walidain itni jaldi uski mangni nahi kara sakte."

"Agar wo tumse shaadi nahi karna chahta; tumse rabta nahi karna chahta, toh tum apna waqt kyun barbad kar rahi ho uspar?"

"Kyunke meri kismat mein yahi hai," wo ro rahi thi.

"Iska kya matlab hai?"

"Iska koi matlab nahi...tum nahi samjhoge. Bas jaake usse kaho ke meri madad kare. Wo Hazrat Muhammad (PBUH) ko itna izzat deta hai, usse kaho ke Nabi (PBUH) ke liye mujhse shaadi kar le." Wo zaar zaar ro rahi thi.

Salar uski aansuon se mutasir nahi hua. "Yeh kaisi logic hai? Kya wo tumse yeh kehne se shaadi kar lega?" Lekin Imama ne jawab nahi diya, wo bas naqaboli tor pe ro rahi thi.

Tang aa kar, Salar ne kaha, "Ya toh ro lo ya mujhse baat karo."

Imama ne phone rakh diya. Salar ne foran dobara call ki, lekin usne jawab nahi diya. Kareeban bees minute baad, Imama ne dobara call ki.

"Main tumse tabhi baat karunga agar tum waada karo ke phir nahi rougi...warna phone rakh do," usne Imama ki awaaz sunte hi kaha.

Jawaab dene ke bajaye, Imama ne poocha, "Toh tum Lahore jaoge?"

Salar uski azm se hairaan tha-wo sakht thi aur apne irade par qayam thi.

"Theek hai, agar tum kehti ho," usne tasleem kar liya. "Kya tumne apne ghar walon ko nikah ke baare mein bataya?"

"Nahi, abhi tak nahi." Usne apni sanbhal dobara hasil kar li thi.

"Kab bataogi?"

"Pata nahi. Tum Lahore kab jaoge?"

"Jaldi hi. Mujhe yahan kuch kaam hai warna abhi chala jata." Is dafa Salar jhoot bol raha tha: uska yahan koi kaam nahi tha aur uska Lahore jaane ka bhi koi irada nahi tha.

"Tumhara kya plan hai jab bailiff tumhari madad se tumhare ghar se nikalne mein madad karega? Mera matlab hai, tum kahan jaogi, kyunke ho sakta hai Jalal madad na kare?"

"Main aisa kuch nahi maan rahi-wo meri madad karega," Imama ne dawa kiya.

Salar ne kandhe ucha diye.

"Tum kisi baat ka andaza lagane ko tayyar nahi ho warna main tumhe bata deta ke cheezen tumhare mutabiq nahi hongi. Phir tum kya karogi? Tumhe phir apne walidain ki madad chahiye hogi is liye behtar hai ke yahin raho-court aur bailiff ke chakkar mein mat paro kyunke aakhir tum yahin wapas aaogi."

"Main kabhi wapas nahi aungi, kisi surat mein bhi nahi."

"Yeh jazbati hona hai," usne kaha.

"Tum yeh sab nahi samajh sakte." Imama ne apni manpasand line dobara kahi.

Salar ko ghussa a gaya. "Jo karna hai karo," usne kaha aur phone rakh diya.

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"Kal shaam tumhara nikah Asjad se aur rukhsati hogi," Hashim Mubeen us raat Imama ke kamre mein aya aur gusse se elan kiya.

"Baba, main inkar kar dungi. Behtar hoga ke aap mujhe is shaadi ke liye majboor na karein."

"Agar tumne inkar kiya, toh main tumhe yahin goli maar dunga. Is baat ko yaad rakhna."

Usne apne walid ki taraf dekha. "Baba, meri shaadi ho chuki hai," usne elan kiya. "Yeh hi meri inkar ki wajah hai."