Mala by Nimra Ahmed || Roman Urdu||

Part 9

Kashmala ne aankhein kholi. Basarat ke aage ab bhi dhund thi. Usne palke jhapkae.

Woh lift ke farsh pe chehre ke bal giri hui thi. Uske samne woh panjo ke bal baetha use pukaar raha tha. Woh badkat hatheli ke bal uthi. Phir chonk ke idhar udhar dekha.

Lift ka darwaza khula tha. Woh ground floor tha. Bodyguard bahar ki taraf khada tha. Aur kaif uske samne baetha tha.

"Aap thik hai? " Woh fikrmandi se puch rha tha. Uska hath beikhtiyaar sari ke pichle hisse ki taraf gya. Dard ki tis abhi tak uth rhi thi.

"Kya hua mujhe? " Usne uljhan se idhar udhar dekha.

"Lift niche aayi to aap andar behosh thi. Guard ko maloom tha ke aap kis car se nikli thi, isliye woh mujhe bula laya. Aapki tabiyat thik hai? "

"Han. Main theek hoon. Chalo" Woh takleef bardaasht krte hua uthne lagi.

"Magar hua kya tha? " Woh tashwesh se use dekh rha tha.

"Chalo na" Iss se pehle ke log jama hote, woh uth khadi hui. Sar guum rha tha lekin woh bazahir khud ko sambhale kadam uthne lagi.

"Purse mujhe dein" Usne narmi se uske hath se purse le liya. Phir woh guard je samne ruka. Batwe se panch sau ka note use thamaya, uska shukriya ada kiya aur kashmala ke piche chal diya. Kisi ne guard ko rok ke pucha ke kya hua tha.

"Woh ek baaji saloon aayi thi. Unki shayad tabiyat kharab ho gyi thi. Main unke shohar ko parking se bula laya". Bayan kar rha tha.

" Sidhe ghar chalo". Uska sar shadeed dard kar rha tha. Seat ke pusht se use tika diya aur aankhein band kar li.

"Pehle mujhe batae hua kya tha? " Woh kehte kehte chonka. "Kisi ne kuch kiya hai? Main abhi dekhta hun" Kaif ne tezi se seat belt kholi aur bahar nikalne laga jab mala ne roka.

"Wapas baetho kaif" Andaaz me tehkam bhi tha aur takaan bhi. "Yeh meri cousin ka saloon hai. Yaha tamasha nahi bana na. Khandaan me baate banti hai"

"Mujhe batae to sahi hua kya hai"

Woh uski taraf rukh mod ke baetha aur sanjidgi se pucha. Maathe le baal the. Aankhon me gussa bhi tha.

Use jo yaad tha, bata diya.

"Maine uska chahta dekha tha magar main usko nahi janti. Aur life me CCTV bhi nahi tha.

" Lift ke bahar to hoga. Mujhe dekhne to dein. Mera kya fayda aapko agar main yeh chize manage nahin kar sakta? " Use gussa aa rha tha. Yeh tay tha ke woh na police report darz karwaegi na shor daalegi.

"Maine kaha na, yaha tamasha nahi bana na. Ghar chalo" Woh takaan se boli. Sat me shaheed dard ho rha tha. Uss aadmi ne use bht zor se mara tha.

"Thik hai magar main wapas aaunga. Ar aapka naam liye begair unka record jarur nikalwaunga. Aise kaise koi aap pe hamla kar sakta hai"  Woh drive krte hua be rehmi se bol rha tha. Usne pehli dafa kaif ko gusse me dekha tha.

"Jaise woh mere ghar me khoon phekwa ta hai. Aise hi woh mujh pe hamla bhi kar sakta hai"

"Usne apna chehra nahi dhapa hua tha isliye mera nahi khyaal hai ke woh aapka taakub kar tha. Koi karaye ka aadmi hoga. Magar usne aisa kyun kiya? " Woh sochte hua keh rha tha. "Ek minute apna purse check kre kuch missing to nahi hai".

Uska zehen abhi tak shak tha. Woh jo itne arse se sirf ek wehem lagta tha, aaj haqiqat bann ke samne aa gya tha. Aise me use purse ka khyaal hi nahi aaya tha.

Usne purse khola aur andar se ek ek chiz nikaal ke dekhne lagi. Mobile. Bank cards. Case. Sab waisa hi tha.

Albatta ek chiz waha aisa bhi tha jo uski nahi thi.

"Usne mere bag me kuch rakha hai" Woh tazzub se boli to kaif back view mirror ka rukh thik kiya aur uss ke aks me mala ko dekha. Woh ek silver rang ka lighter ulat pulat ke dekh rhi thi.

"Koi mere bag me cigarette lighter kyun rakhega? ".

" Mujhe dikhae koi recording device bhi ho sakti hai".

Lekin woh nahi sunn rhi thi. Woh lighter ke nichli side ko upar uthae kuch dekh rhi thi.

"Woh mujhe apna naam batana chahta hai" Woh talkhi se muskurayi. "Lighter pe uska naam likha hai".

" Wakayi? " Kaif ko hayrat hui mod kat te hua pucha. "Kya likha hai? "

Kashmala ne lighter pe likha do alfaaz padha

"Mahir Fareed"

Usne ek jhatke se break lagayi. Car ke tyre char charae.

"Araam se kaif".

Lekin woh tezi se piche ghuma aur lighter uske hath se le liya. Phir use ucha utha ke dekha.

Is le waqai angreji me lezer angriyung se Mahir Fareed likha tha

Kaif ka halak khushk hone laga. (Namumkin).

"Balaakhir mujhe mere taakub car ka naam maloom hogya tha"

Kaif ne chehre mod kr use dekha. Uska chehra gulabi sa ho rha tha. Sabz ankho me uljhan thi. Na samjhi thi. Usne bhut sa thuk gale se niche utara.

"Aap kisi Mahir Fareed ko janti hai? " Kehna sarsari banaya.

"Nahi". Kashmala ne gardan daen baen hilaya. " Main ne yeh naam hi pehli dafa suna hai.

"Main yeh lighter rakh lun? Isko check krna hoga. Andar koi recording device na ho".

Kashmala ne asbat me sar hilaya. Woh wapas car start karne laga albatta uske chehre ki rangat udi udi se thi.

Ghar ke porch me jab woh car se nikli to woh dekh sakti thi ke woh pareshaan lag rha tha.

"Safura tumhare bare me galat thi. Jo log paise ke lalchi hote hai, woh guards ko tip nahi dete".

Woh chonka. Usi halat me woh note kar gyi thi. Woh phika sa muskuraya. " Aapne petrol ke jo paise diye the, usi me se diya tha"

Iske jane ke baad kaif je tasurat badle. Chehre pe narmi dar aayi. Usne phone nikala aur white hair ki chat kholi.

"Tum mere sath koi double game khel rahe ho? Yeh harkat tumhari ya tumhare kisi aadmiyo ki hai na? " Ungliyaan tezi se type kr rhi thi. Woh shadeed bebasi mehsus kar rha tha.
 
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Uss sham Mubeen manjil me gehma gehmi ka alam tha. Sab shadi me jane ki tayyari kar rhe the. Moyeed kisi bathroom se chillata apne kapde mang rha tha. Maa khud takht pe baethi thi. Balo me subha hi safed dye lagaya tha so woh ab safed nahi gehre bhure lag rhe the. Gore rang kamar aur juda pehne woh kalaiyo me sone ki kangan pehen rhi thi. Lambe baal khule the. Bakht bi unme kanghi pher rhi thi.

Samne gol takye pe mobile khada rakha tha jisne maahi nazar aa rhi thi.  Woh kitchen counter ke piche khadi thi. Apron pehne chote baalo ki pony banae woh pehluo pe hath rakh ke taftish nazro se unhe dekh rhi thi.

"Earning dikhae mujhe" Canada se hukm aya.

Maa ne chehra tircha kar ke ek kaan dikhaya. Maahi ne maathe ko chua.

"Uff maa. Yeh kya unnis sow das wale kaante pehen liya hai. Woh grey stone wale tops kaha hai jo mai liberty se laayi thi".

" Kaha rakh diye? " Maa sar jhukae apne jewellery box me dhundne lagi. Maahi ka hukm woh nahi tala karti thi.

"Jewellery box ka sabse pichla kha na dekho" Mahi ko yaad tha. Use maa ki har chiz yaad rehti thi.

Tops wahi the. Maa ne unhe nikaal ke uncha kiya. Woh waqai bht haseen tha. Sone ke kante utaar ke unhe kaano me pehna tk chehre ka waqar majeeb badh gya.

"Acha batao shall kon si lun? " Woh apni samajh daar beti se puch rhi thi.

"Mala se kahe white wali shall nikaal de jiska grey border hai". Maa ne mudke dekha. Mala lounge ki ek kursi le baethi mobile pe lagi thi. Khoyi khoyi si. Jab se woh saloon se aayi thi wahi baethi thi.