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

CHAPTER 4.5

"Sikandar Sahib, mujhe aap se baat karni hai," lounge mein newspaper parh rahe thay jab khidmatgaar ne hichkichahat se approach kiya.

"Han, kya baat hai? Paise chahiye?" unho ne jab jawab diya, newspaper parhte hue. Wo apne nokaroon ke sath sakht mohabbat rakhte thay.

"Nahi sir, woh nahi hai. Mujhe aapko kuch aur batana hai," usne halki si cheekh di.

"To bolo phir..." wo ab bhi akhbar mein masroof thay. Nasira pareshan thi. Soch samajh kar usne faisla kiya tha ke Sikandar Usman ko Salar aur Imama ke bare mein batana chahiye, kyunki mamla bohat mushkil ho gaya tha.

"Kyun nahi kehti?" Sikandar ne poocha, akhbar par nazar jama kar ke.

Lambi chup ke baad, usne kaha, "Sir, mujhe Salar Saab ke bare mein kuch batana hai."

"Salar ke bare mein? Uske bare mein kya kehna chahti ho?" Sikandar ne akhbar table par rakh kar usse dekha. Ab wo serious ho gaye thay.

"Mujhe aapko Salar Saab aur Imama Bibi ke bare mein kuch batana hai," Sikandar ka dil tez daur liya.

"Un ke bare mein kya?" usne poocha.

"Kai din pehle, Salar Saab ne mujh se apna mobile phone diya aur kaha ke mein usse Imama Bibi ke paas bhejon apni beti ke zariye," Sikandar Usman ne jaga kar di: Hashim Mubeen ke itne zid pe aur uske bura khayal bilkul sahi samjhe gaye thay.

"Phir?" usko laga jaise uski awaz kisi door ke gufa se aati ho.

"Mein ne inkar kiya, keh ke mein aisa nahi kar sakti, lekin usne dhamki di. Usne kaha ke mujhe nikaalwa denge, to majboor hokar mein raazi ho gayi aur mobile Imama Bibi tak pohancha diya."

Apne aap ko mehfooz rakhne ke liye, Nasira ne apni bayan mein jhoot bhi shamil kiya. "Phir kuch din baad, usne mujhe kuch kaghazat diye, jo Imama Bibi ko dena tha aur mujh se unko turant wapas lana tha, to meine unhe apni beti ko de diye aur usne jo kaha tha woh kiya. Mein ne usse poocha ke ye kaghazat kya hain lekin usne bataya nahi. Mujhe shak tha ke ye nikaahnama ho sakta hai kyunki us waqt uske kamre mein paanch log maujood thay aur un mein se aik maulvi bhi tha."

Sikandar Usman ne thand se kapna shuru kar diya jab usne yeh tafseel suni.

"Itni dair pehle ye sab hua tha?" unho ne sawal kiya.

"Imama Bibi ke chale jaane se kuch din pehle, sir," usne jawab diya.

"To phir pehle kyun nahi bataya sab kuch?" wo sakhti se kaha.

"Sir, mein bohat dari hui thi... Salar Saab ne mujhe dhamki di thi ke agar mein aapko ya kisi ko bhi bataungi to wo mujhe nikaalwa denge," usne jawab diya.

"Un logon mein se koi aur kuch jaanta hai?" usne poocha.

"Sirf mein, mera shohar aur meri beti jaante hain, sir," usne jaldi se kaha.

"Kisi aur nokar ko kuch pata hai?"

"Khuda maaf kare, sir! Mein ne kisi aur ko kyun bataungi? Mein ne kisi ko kuch nahi bataya," usne jaldi jawaab diya.

"Mein tumhare kiye ki saza baad mein doonga, lekin samajh lo-tum kisi ko is bare mein kabhi kuch nahi bataogi. Apni zubaan ko band rakho warna mein Hashim Mubeen aur police ko bata doonga ke tum is tamam mamle mein shamil ho, tum ne unko gumrah kiya, tum ne messages bheje. Phir socho ke police tumhare aur tumhari family ke saath kya kar sakti hai-tum sab apni zindagi jail mein guzarna padega."

Sikandar gusse mein dhamki di.

"Na sir, kabhi nahi... agar maine is bare mein dobara kisi ko kuch bataya to meri zubaan kaat dena," Nasira dar se kaanp rahi thi.