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

Chapter 4.3

Woh gehri neend mein tha jab usne apne darwaze par achanak zor se dastak suni.

Woh uth baitha. Darwaza awaaz se jhatke kha raha tha. Usne deewar ghari ko aadhi aankhon se dekha-it was 4:00 a.m. Aankhein malta hua, woh gusse se darwaze ki taraf gaya. Gusse se, Salar ne darwaza khola to naukar ko wahan khara paaya.

"Kya masla hai-tum darwaze par kyun itna zor zor se maar rahe ho? Kya tum ise todna chahte ho?" usne naukar par cheekha.

"Salar Sahib, police bahar khadi hai." Naukar ghusse se bhaara hua tha. Salar ki neend aur gussa dono ghaib ho gaye. Usne foran samajh liya ke police yahan kyun hai aur woh Imama ke ghar walon aur police ki itni tezi par hairan hua; aakhir woh raat ke waqeat ke chand ghanton ke andar yahan kaise pohnch gaye?

"Police yahan kyun hai?" Salar ne apni awaaz ko pur-sukoon rakhte hue aur apna chehra ghair-ehsaasi rakhte hue poocha.

"Woh kuch nahi keh rahe hain, sirf yeh keh rahe hain ke woh aapse milna chahte hain. Lekin chowkidar ne unhe andar nahi aane diya. Usne kaha ke aap ghar par nahi hain, lekin unke paas warrant hai. Woh kehte hain ke agar unhe andar nahi aane diya gaya to woh tod kar andar aayenge aur sabko giraftaar kar lenge." Salar ne sukoon ki saans li: chowkidar ne buhat samajhdaari se kaam liya tha. Usne zaroor samjha hoga ke police yahan kal raat wali ladki ke baare mein poochhne aayi hai isliye na to police ko andar aane diya aur na hi unhe Salar ke ghar par hone ka bataya.

"Fikar mat karo...mein isse kisi tarah sambhal lunga," Salar ne naukar se kaha aur apne kamre mein wapas chala gaya. Agar yeh kisi aam shehri ka ghar hota, to police andar ghus chuki hoti; lekin ghar ke size aur location ne unhe dara diya.

Agar Imama ke ghar wale itne asar waale nahi hote, to shayad police is sector mein ghusne ki himmat nahi karti, aur wo bhi warrant ke saath-ab police ek mushkil mein thi.

Salar ne foran Karachi mein Sikandar Usman ko phone milaya. "Papa, ek chhoti si problem ho gayi hai. Police hamare gate ke bahar khadi hai aur mere liye arrest warrant le kar aayi hai." Sikandar Usman ne almost cell phone gira diya. "Kyoon?" "Mujhe nahi pata, Papa. Main so raha tha jab naukar ne mujhe uthaya aur inform kiya. Kya mujhe jaakar police se poochhna chahiye ke woh mujhe kyun giraftaar karna chahte hain?" Salar ne apne walid se itaat bhari awaaz mein poocha.

"Nahi, tumhein bahar jaane ya police ko andar bulaane ki zaroorat nahi hai. Apne kamre mein raho; main tumhein thodi der mein call karta hoon." Sikandar Usman ne phone jaldi se band kar diya. Salar ko sukoon mila ke police thodi der baad wahan nahi hogi aur wahi hua. Das ya pandrah minute baad, naukar Salar ko inform karne aaya ke police chali gayi. Naukar Salar se baat kar hi raha tha ke Sikandar ne usse phone kiya.

"Kya police chali gayi?" usne jaise hi Salar ki awaaz suni poocha.

"Haan, woh chale gaye hain," Salar ne pur-sukoon aur mutmain awaaz mein kaha.

"Ab meri baat dhyan se suno. Tumhari maan aur main aaj raat ko Islamabad pohnch rahe hain. Tab tak tumhe ghar se bahar nahi nikalna. Samajh gaye?" Salar ko apne walid ki tone ajeeb lagi-it was cold and brusque.

"Haan, samajh gaya," usne kaha aur phone rakh diya. Jaise hi usne phone rakha, uski nazar carpet par padi jahan ke footprints nazar aa rahe the. Naukar bhi un footprints ko hairat se dekh raha tha kyunki woh kamre ke samne wali window se andar aaye the.

"Yeh footprints saaf karo," Salar ne hukam diya.

Naukar bahar chala gaya. Salar ne sliding window kholi aur dekha. Usne theek andaza lagaya tha-woh footprints verandah tak bhi aa rahe the. Imama ne deewar se chalang lagai thi aur flowerbeds mein se guzri thi jahan se mitti andar aa gayi thi. Woh nishan safed marble floor par bohot numayan thay. Salar ne gehri saans li. Usne naukar ko carpet se nishan saaf karte hue dekha.