t/w: abuse
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Raat ka waqt tha aasmaan per sitare saaf chamak rahe the. Woh us thand me bagair kisi jacket ke wahan betha hua tha. Apne haath me pakre phone ki screen ko bagaour dekhte hue woh kisi gehri soch me tha. Uske phone ki screen per ek tasveer thi. Aur usme ek larki jo ke tasveer me khare bacho ke samne jhuk kar kuch baate karne me masroof thi aur dil se muskura rahi thi. Uski muskurahat is kadar pur kashish thi ke bayaan karna mushkil tha.
Yeh wohi thi jisne pehli baar Nawfal Khawar Khan per aisa asar dala tha. Zindagi me pehli baar woh kisi larki ko apne dimag se nikal ne me kamiyab nahi ho paa raha tha. Shuru me yeh baat use tang ki lekin bohat jald hi woh bebass ho gaya tha. Jaanta tha ke woh kuch nahi kar sakta tha. Woh uske dil me aa basi thi use nikal na ab shayad waqt ka kaam tha.
"Yeh kon he?"
Uske ain piche Azaan khara uske phone me jhank raha tha. Nawfal ek second ke liye har baraya phir Azaan ki shakal dekhte hi sakoon ka sans liya.
"Aise achanak kon aata he?"
Azaan araam se chalta hua uske samne wali kursi per aa betha tha aur apne samne pari us choti si table per apna coffee ka cup rkha tha.
"Woh chor mujhe yeh bata ye wohi he?"
Azaan ne pucha tha.
Nawfal ne khaas kuch kahe bagair apna sar hilaya tha.
"Ab tak nahi bhula use?"
Azaan kafi heran hua tha. Woh jaanta tha ke Nawfal flirt nahi tha lekin woh ek larki ke saath is tarah involve ho sakta tha yeh use andaza nahi tha. Aur woh bhi aisi larki jisse uska sire se koi talluk hi nahi tha. Jisse woh mushkil se do teen baar mila tha.
"Bhool gaya hun. Bas dimag se nahi jaa rahi."
Nawfal ne phone band kar ke samne table per rakha aur apna sar chair se lagaye aasmaan ki taraf dekhne laga.
"Nawfal are you serious?"
"Kya matlab?"
"Matlab tu sach me is larki se mohabbat kar betha he?"
"Pata nahi."
Azaan ne use herani se dekha. Woh ab bhi uski taraf nahi dekh raha tha.
"Pehle aise hi laga ke mohabbat ho gai he. Lekin phir socha ke mohabbat sirf do mulakaato me ho sakti he? Mohabbat to understanding ka dusra naam hota he. Phir main kese keh sakta hun ke mujhe usse mohabbat he. Main to use jaanta hi nahi. Lekin phir yeh ajeeb ehsaas aur bechehni he jo jaan hi nahi chor ti"
Woh khudkalami ke andaaz me boli jaa raha tha. Aur Azaan ko samjh nahi aa raha tha ke woh kya kahe.
"Ab chup kyu he?"
Nawfal be chehra uski taraf karte hue usse pucha tha. Jo herani se use dekhne me masroof tha.
"Kuch nahi bas soch raha tha ke kesi larki ho gi jisne mere Bhai ka ye haal kar diya he. Mere saray hue Bhai ko ek aashiq bana diya."
Azaan besakhta hansa tha. Nawfal ne use ghoora tha.
"Tujhe muhabbat nahi hui. Tera dil aa gaya he us per."
Azaan ne apni coffee ka cup utha te hue kaha tha. Nawfal ne ulajh kar use dekha.
"Inme farak kya he?"
"Mohabbat understanding ka dusra naam he main teri is baat se agree karta hun. Mohabbat ek bohat gehra lafz he jise mera khayal he har jagah nahi use karna chahiye. Aur jo tere symptoms he yeh to yehi bata rahe hen ke us larki per tera dil aa gaya he."
Nawfal kuch sochne laga phir halka sa hans kar bola.
"Azaan."
"Han?"
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