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

Chapter 3.6

Kharaat ki awaz Salar ke la shaqoor mein dakhil hui jo gehri neend mein tha. Yeh awaz ek dharaknay wali awaz mein tabdeel ho gayi—mukhtalif magar musalsal. Woh oondha lete hue, gehri neend mein tha, magar is awaz ne usay jaga diya.
Woh bistar par baitha aur, andheray mein, idhar udhar dekhnay ki koshish ki. Khauf ki ek lehr us ke jism mein daur gayi. Yeh halki si dharaknay wali awaz sheeshay se aa rahi thi. Shayad koi inhen kholne ki koshish kar raha tha. Salar ka pehla khayal yeh tha ke yeh shayad koi chor ho jo andar ghusne ki koshish kar raha hai kyun ke yeh bas sliding windows theen aur, badqismati se, in par koi grill nahin thi. Magar lohe ki grill lagana zaroori nahin samjha gaya kyun ke yeh sheeshay uchay darjay ke thay, imported, aur aasan se nahin toot sakte the, aur, mazeed, yeh sheeshay sirf andar se kholay ja sakte thay. Aur, ghar ke charoon taraf lawn tha jahan teen guard aur kutte ghoomte thay. Magar, in ehtiyaaton ke bawajood, koi verandah ke doosri taraf sheeshay ko kholne ki koshish kar raha tha.
Salar uth gaya aur khamoshi se sheeshay ke doosri janib chala gaya;
usne purdah ehtiyat se uthaya aur jhank kar dekha. Usne dekha ke bahar garden lamps ki roshni mein ek shakhs khara tha aur wo hairan reh gaya.
"Woh paagal hai," usne beikhteyaar kaha. Agar inke khaufnaak nasli kutte usay dekh lete, to wo usay kaat daalte kehen uska, Salar ya kisi aur ke pahunchne se pehle. Aur agar guards ko koi shakhs shubha khaiz harkatein karta nazar aata, to wo sawaal jawab karne ke bajaye, goli chala dete. Magar wo wahan mehfooz khari thi—yaqeenan, usne deewar phandi thi, Salar ne socha.
Danton ko bhinchte hue, Salar ne bedroom ki light on ki. Kharaat band ho gayi. Kutton ne bhonknay shuru kar diya tha. Usne purdah hata ke sheesha khol diya.
"Jaldi andar aao!" usne Imama se kaha. Woh kuch ghabrahat se andar aayi, bag haath mein tha. Salar ne purdah band kar diya aur uski taraf murh gaya. "Khuda ke waste, Imama—tum paagal ho!" Kuch kahe baghair, usne bag apne paon ke paas rakh diya.
"Tumne deewar par ki? Agar kutton ya guards ne tumhe dekh liya hota, to tum mar gayi hoti; tumhara jism wahan pada hota."
"Maine itni baar phone kiya, magar tumhara mobile band tha. Mere paas koi aur raasta nahin tha."
Pehli dafa, Salar ne uska chehra gaur se dekha. Uski aankhein soji hui thein aur chehra thaka hua tha. Woh ek chori si, safed chadar mein lipti hui thi jismein aur uske kapdon mein daag lage hue the.

"Ki tum mujhe Lahore drop kar sakte ho?" usne Salar se poocha.

"Is waqt?" Salar hairan reh gaya.

"Haan, abhi—mere paas waqt nahi hai." Salar ne deewar par latki ghari ki taraf dekha. "Wakil ne tumhare ghar phone kiya tha... kya usne tumhari masla hal nahi kiya?"

Imama ne sir hila kar kaha, "Nahi. Woh mujhe kahin aur bhejne ka plan kar rahe hain. Isi liye main tumhe itni bechaini se phone kar rahi thi ke wakil se kaho ke ek bailiff lekar aaye aur meri rihaai ko yaqeen banaye. Yeh agle din tak intizar nahi kar sakta tha kyunki woh mujhe kisi ajnabi jagah le jaane wale the."

Salar ne jamhai li: usay neend aa rahi thi. "Baith jao," usne kaha jab ke woh abhi bhi khadi thi.

"Agar tum mujhe Lahore nahi le ja sakte, to mujhe bus stand par chhod do—main Lahore khud chali jaungi."

Woh kehne wala tha ke hum subah nikalte hain, magar usne beech mein hi baat kaat di. "Nahi, subah nahi. Mujhe yahan se pehle nikalna hai. Agar main Lahore ki bus nahi pakar saki, to main kisi aur sheher chali jaungi aur wahan se Lahore ki bus le lungi."

"Kam az kam baith jao," Salar ne ishara kiya. Usne kuch dair socha, phir sofa par baith gayi. Salar bistar ke paon par baitha, uski taraf dekhte hue. "Tum Lahore mein kahan jaogi?"

"Jalal ke paas."

"Lekin usne tumse shaadi karne se inkar kar diya hai."

"Main phir bhi jaungi. Woh mujhse pyaar karta hai—woh mujhe is tarah akela nahi chhod sakta. Main us se aur uske ghar walon se guzarish karungi; mujhe pata hai woh meri surat-e-haal ko samjhenge."

"Lekin ab tum mujhse shaadi shuda ho."

Shocked, Imama ne uski taraf dekha. "Lekin yeh sirf kaaghzi shaadi hai. Maine wazeh kiya tha ke nikah sirf majboori mein hua hai—yeh asal shaadi nahi hai."

Usne usay baghair palke jhapkaye dekha. "Kya tumhe pata hai ke main aaj Lahore gaya tha Jalal se milne?"

Imama ke chehre ka rang udd gaya. "Kya tumne usay meri masla, meri surat-e-haal ke bare mein bataya?"

"Nahi." Salar ne sir hila kar kaha.

"Kyoon nahi?"

"Jalal ki shadi ho gayi hai," usne casually kaha. Imama ka sans rok gaya jab usne usay dekha.

"Abhi teen din hue hain," usne agay kaha. "Woh apni dulhan kay sath chand dinon mein Northern Areas ja raha hai. Usne mujhe ye sab bata diya pehle se hi—shayad is liye ke woh tumhare baare mein aur sunna nahi chahta tha. Uski biwi bhi doctor hai." Salar ruk gaya. "Mujhe lagta hai uski family ne tumhare rishtay ki wajah se jaldi shadi kar di." Salar asani se jhoot bolta raha.

"Mujhe yakeen nahi aa raha." Uski awaz kahin door se aati hui lag rahi thi.

"Haan, mujhe bhi yakeen nahi aya tha, aur na mujhe tumse umeed thi ke tum yakeen karogi—lekin ye sach hai. Tum usay phone kar ke baat kar sakti ho agar tumhain shak hai," Salar ne be parwahi se kaha.

Imama ne apne aap ko aik andheri khalayi mehsoos kiya. Woh umeed ki roshni jo usne yahan tak pohochne mein dekhi thi, achanak bujh gayi thi. Apna raasta dhondna toh door ki baat thi, woh apni khudi ko bhi nahi dhondh pa rahi thi.

"Ab yeh tum par hai—tum Lahore mein kya karogi? Woh tumse ab shadi nahi kar sakta, aur na hi uski family tumhain koi pana de sakti hai. Behtar hai ke tum ghar wapas chali jao jab tak tumhara khandan kuch jaan nahin jata."

Imama ko aisa mehsoos ho raha tha ke uski awaz bohot door se aa rahi hai. Usne blankly usay dekha aur dheemi awaz mein kaha, "Mujhe Lahore drop kar do."

"Tum Jalal ke paas jaogi?"

"Nahi... main wahan nahi jaungi. Lekin main ab ghar nahi ja sakti." Woh achanak khadi ho gayi. Salar ne usay fikrmandi se dekha aur aik gehri saans li. "Ya mujhe tumhare gate tak chhor do—main apna raasta dhondh lungi. Apne chowkidar ko keh do mujhe bahar nikal de."

Usne apna bag uthaya.

"Kya tumhain pata hai bus stand kitna door hai? Tum apne aap se is dhund aur sardi mein raasta dhondh sakti ho?"

"Jab mere paas kuch nahi bacha, toh sardi ya dhund ka kya matlab?" Salar ne usay udaasi se muskurate dekha, ankhon mein aansu bhare hue thay jo usne haath ke pichle hissay se ponch liye. Uska kahin bhi jaane ka irada nahi tha, Lahore tak jana toh door ki baat thi. Usay neend bohot aa rahi thi aur woh larki jo uske samne khadi thi, usay pasand nahi thi.

"Ruko—main tumhare saath chalta hoon." Usay nahi pata kyun ya kaise yeh alfaaz uske munh se nikle. Imama ne dekha ke woh apne dressing room ki taraf ja raha tha. Thodi dair baad woh wahan se nikla, pajamas se jeans aur pullover mein badal kar. Usne apni key chain, ghari aur wallet bedside table se uthaye. Imama ke paas aaya aur uska bag lene ke liye haath barhaya.

"Nahi, shukriya, main khud utha sakti hoon."

"Do mujhe," usne kaha aur bag apne kandhe par daal liya. Woh dono ek line mein porch ki taraf chal diye. Salar ne uska bag back seat par rakha aur front door uske liye khola. Jab gari gate ke kareeb pohchi, chowkidar ne gate khol diya. Guzarte hue, Salar ne chowkidar ki aankhon mein hairani dekhi jab usne front seat par musafir ko dekha; usay zaroor yeh sochna chahiye ke woh larki is waqt ghar mein kya kar rahi thi aur kaise andar ayi thi.

"Kya tum mujhe bus stand par drop karoge?" Imama ne pucha jab gari main road ki taraf chal rahi thi.

Salar ne uski taraf dekha. "Nahi. Main tumhe Lahore le kar ja raha hoon." Uski aankhein raste par mustaqil thi.
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CHAPTER 3 ENDS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!