Mala by Nimra Ahmed || Roman Urdu||

Part 5

Aankhkss sham kaif basement me apne kamre ke mattress pe baetha tha. Diwaar pe tek lagaye sketch book pe pencil ragadta woh kuch bana raha tha. Bar bar chand lakire khichta. Phir shafa phad ke mod deta phir use uchaa uchaal deta. Uska mood kharab lagta tha. Ajeeeb bechaini si bechaini thi. Tabhi salim darwaza khatkhatae begair andar dakhil hua. Kaig ne foran se sketch book band.

"Dastak to diya karo yaar".

Magar salim ka chehra excitement sarshar tha.Ankho me chamak thi. Khane ki tray uske samne rakhi aur wahi matress pe baeth gya.

" Pata hai woh jo mala baji ki dubai se anti ayi hai na..... Nagina anty.... Unke bete ko maala baji pasand hai. Ammi keh rahi thi lagta hai rishta ho jaega dono ka jald".

Mulazim ko aisi baatein koi nahi batata. Woh ghar ke har kone me maujood hote hai. Siwae kaam ka hukm sunne ke, woh har shay sunte aur jajb karte jate hai. Aur phir aapas me discuss karte hai. Unke malik unki behtareen gossip hote hai.

Woh chonk gya kamar sidhi ki. "Naam kya hai unke bete ka? "

"Zid" Salim ne daant nikale. Uss tak khabar pohochte pohochte Ziyad ka naam Zid bann chuka tha.

Acha. Woh Ziyad. Talk aur dark. Woh khamosh ho gya. Chehre ke zawiye ajeeb se hua. Sketch book bag me rakh di. Aur laptop utha liya.

Salim ne lalchati nazro se use dekha aur kareeb ho ke sargoshi ki.

"Koi film dekhe? "

"Cinema khol rakha hai maine yaha? Jao apna kaam karo". Woh dapat ke bola. Salim gadbada ke piche hua. Phir aankho me berehmi daud gyi. Hunh. Kar ke utha aur waha se nikal gya.

Kaif kuch der laptop yunhi chand tab khole baetha rha. Phir use band kiya aur sketch book uthae bahir aa gya. Abhi asar kaza nahi hui thi. Khubsurat sham harso phaili thi. Woh guard chair pe baetha aur gardan upar uthai to dekha, kashmala upar terres pe baethi dekhai de rahi thi. Usne bogan willia ke jamnashi phulo ke rang jaisi libaas pehen rakha tha aur baal aadhe clutchere bandhe the. Hawa se ek lat baar baar gaal tak aati jise woh muskura ke piche karti. Handsfree kaano me lagaye woh kisi se baat kar rhi thi. Uski awaaj yaha tak nahi aati thi.

"Ek aadmi hai Ziyad Sultan. Dubai se aaya hai. Woh kashmala Mubeen me interested hai. Shayad shadi karna chahta hai. Uske baare me pata karwao ke yeh kon hai. Kahi yeh hamare liye koi masla to nahi banega?" Message bhej ke usne sapaat chehre ke sath sketch book khol li. Jab tay tha ke woh nafrat ke sath uski zindagi se dur chala jaega to kya zarurat thi apna mood kharab karne ki? Ziyar Sultan ho ya koi aur. Woh jald ya badair kisi ache insan se shadi kar legi jo uski zindagi me diyanat daari ke sath dakhil hoga. Use iske liye tayyar rehna chahiye.

Yeh sochna asaan tha. Karna mushkil. Mala ki maa ne durust kaha tha. Har insaan iss duniya ka safar karte hua apne roj ko talash kar rha hai. Lekin sab ki talash kamyaab nahi hoti.

Usne ek aur shafa phad ke jhunjhlahat ke sath mod diya. Ziyad ka naam jab se suna tha, sara mood barbaad ho gya tha.

"Ziyad ki call ayi? " Upar terres pe baethi mala ke kaano me lage handsfree me maahi puch rhi thi. Usne nafi me daye baye gardan hilayi.

"Abhi tak to nahi"

"Tum intezaar kar rhi ho? "

"Zahir hai mujhse suspense hai. Ab woh dusra joota phek bhi de"

"Pata hai kya mala.... " Maahi soch me dubi keh rhi thi. "Mujhe Ziyad jaisa aadmi tumhare type ka nahi laga kabhi. Tumhe na hamesha se kisi aur tarah ka banda chahiye tha".

" Main Ziyad ko jyada nahi janti. Bas use social media pe follow kiya hai, usse woh mujhe kaafi samajhdaar sa lagta hai"

Ziyad Sultan iss waqt apne lahore wale ghar ke ek kamre me baetha tha. Mez pe kitabein phailae, woh laptop keyboard pe ungliyaan chala rha tha. Coffee ka bhaap udta mug sath rakha tha. Aankho pe reading glass lagaye hua tha. Baal gel lagake set kar rakhe the. Siyah paint pe yellow shirt pehne woh kaam me mashroof dikhati deta tha.