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Siyah rang ki long skirt par siyah chamkti hui shirt zeb tan ki, surkh rang ki lipstick, usi rang ka bag, pencil heels aur nafees jewellery, layers mein kate, range hue baal jinme lapeti ungliyo ko harkat deti, woh gaadi se nikal kar seedha imarat mein daakhil ho gayi thi.
5th flour par uska luxury apartment tha. Lift kaam nahi kar rahi thi to usne seediyo ka rukh kar liya tha. Woh poore ek maah baad Pakistan wapas aayi thi. Apni is wapsi par aur milne wali kamiyabi par uska chehra roshan aur pur sukoon nazar aa raha tha. Aahista se qadam uthate hue woh mobile screen par scrolling karti ja rahi thi. Bahut se messages the, tasveerain thi, kuch chatpati si khabrein. Kuch inkishaf aur karna tha. Lekin use sabse zyada khushi moosul hote sirf ek paigam par mili thi. Woh ek paigam jaise uski riyasat ka sarsabz tha. Ek madham si pur-israar muskurahat uske labon ka ihata kar gayi. Dil ki atah gahraiyo mein sukoon utar gaya.
"Yeh sab karke tumhe kya mil jayega?" Message moosul hua to woh railing par haath jamaye ruk gayi. Kaafi der tak ruki rahi. Usne typing shuru ki.
"Kuch aisa jis ka tum tasavvur bhi nahi kar sakti." Likh kar phir se qadam uthana shuru kiya. Matlooba floor par matlooba darwaza kholte hue woh andar daakhil hui.
Apne nazuk qadam ko bell ki girift se azaad karne ke baad slippers pehne. Phir haath badha kar lights on karna chaahi to idraak hua switchboard kaam nahi kar raha tha. Nigahein bhatkati hui lounge aur phir open kitchen ki taraf chali gayi. Agle hi pal woh apni jagah tham gayi. Hairaan o shashdar, saakit, bad-hawaasâ¦
Madham si zarkaar roshni mein uske apartment ka manzar kisi had tak numaayan ho raha tha.
Guldaan, paintings, glass, table, crockery, ghair ke har ek shay toor phoor ka shikaar thi. Sofa ke cushions bikhre hue, TV screen farsh par gir gayi thi. Kitchen ka to isse bhi bura haal tha. Munh par haath rakh kar woh kuch mathos si qadam uthai bedroom ki taraf bhagi. Haath badha kar lights on kar di.
Bedroom ki haalat bhi abtar thi. Uski qeemti nafees jewelry ke zevar har jagah bikhre hue the.
Woh jhatke se ruki aur apni jagah saakit hui. Bairuni darwaza aahista se band hua tha. Uske apartment ki tamam batiyan roshan ho gayi thi. Do suited booted mardo ke darmiyan khade shakhsh par nazar padti hai toh woh munjamid ho gayi. Waqt itna nahi guzra tha ke woh use pehchaan na paati. Woh gandumi chehra [wheatish complexion], taariq aankhein aur israr liye taasur uske liye hagiz nahi the.
"Tum!" sadme se lab hai.
Siyah paint coat mein malboos woh isi tamkinat se sar uthaaye khada tha. Bhoore baal gel ki madad se peechay ko jhye hue the. Daahine haath mein wahi makhsoos zanjeer jise woh aksar ungliyon mein lete rakhta tha. Aankhein kisi bhi tassur se aari, aur chehra mukammal sapaat tha.
"Mujhe khushi hai ke main aapko yaad hoon." Uska andaaz waisa hi robotic tha, lekin aaj bhi saada tha. Na gussa na bukht, na narmi, na hi koi aur tassur jhalak raha tha.
Woh dam saade phati phati aankhon se use dekh rahi thi.
"Ghabraaye nahi. Main sirf aap se baat karne aaya hoon."
Woh haath bandhe khada tha. Aahista aahista qadam uthata aage badha. Kaanch ke tukde aur bahut si toor phoor ka shikaar cheeze uske bhaari qadam ke neeche chirmura gayi thi.
âBaat?,â woh aankhon mein sadme ki surkhi liye shiddat se gussa ke aalam mein phat padhi.
"Isey baat karna keh rahe hain? How dare you."
âPlease wahi rukiye,â keh kar apna haath uthaaya.
"Tor phor ghar tak hai to please ise ghar tak mehdood rehne dijiye." Wazeh dhamki thi. Woh ek dum se Mushtail asab ke saath ruk gayi thi.
"Tumhari yeh himmat kaise hui? Meri marzi ke baghair mere ghar mein daakhil hokar yeh sab karne ki�"
Usne jeb se cigarette aur lighter nikal kar jalaya. Kash le kar dhua udaya. Phir is dhuwain ki zidd mein nazar aate Adina Zubair ke laal bhabhuka chehre ko dekha.
"Itna gussa kyun aa raha hai? Halanke aisi hi tor-phor aap mere sahib ki zindagi mein kitni baar kar chuki ho." Ruk kar ek gehri nazar us par daali. "Maine to bas tumhe tumhare tareeke se jawab diya hai, Madam!"
Adina ke wajood mein ek dum se sannata phail gaya tha. Is sunaate mein ek chingari hi inhi thi. Wajood sulag utha tha.
"Ab aap samajh to gayi hogi main yahan kyun aaya hoon!'" Keh kar ek sawaali nazar us par daali. Adina Zubair ki muthiya bhinch gayi thi. Apni kisi bhi harkat par milne wala Faris Wajdan ka yeh pehla reaction tha. Pehla rad-e-amal. Gair mumkina jawab. Jaisa usne socha tha waisa nahi hua tha. Aur jaisa woh chahti thi waisa ab nahi ho sakta tha.
"Aap ek samajhdar aur maslihat pasand khatoon ho. Umeed hai aayinda se aap mere sahab ki private life mein mudakhalat nahi karegi."
"Tumhe lagta hai main in onchhe hathkando se dar jaungi?" Aag ugalta hua lehja, qahar barsati aankhein thi.
"Tumhare boss ko abhi bhi lagta hai is tarah mujhe dara dhamka kar daba lega? Kya nahi jaanta is society mein meri bhi ek pehchaan hai. Mere talluqaat bahut unche logon se hain."
"Khair, yeh to main bhi achi tarah se jaanta hoon aapke kitne unche logon ke saath talluqaat hain. Aur yeh bhi ke aap is society ki kitni izzatdaar aur kamiyab member ho. Lekin main in sab ke liye nahi aaya. Mujhe apni baat dohrane ki aadat nahi hai lekin tumhe ek baar phir batata chalu ke main yahan apne sahab ki biwi ke liye aaya hoon. Unse door rahiye. Yeh meri aapke liye aakhri warning hai."
"Aur agar na hati to?" Lehja musthakim, andaaz challenging.
Woh mud kar use dekhne laga. Use jaise kisi baat aur harkat se, khauf aur dhamki se koi farq nahi pad raha tha. Woh hat dharmi ki inteha par thi.
"Aisa karke aal kya hasil kar logi? Faris? Kya aap lagta hai tum dono ka ab patchup ho sakta hai?"
"Tumhe lagta hai main ab patchup chahti hoon?" Aankho mein aankhe daal kar boli.
"Mujhe mera haq chahiye."
"Aap already le chuki ho."
"Is tarah kuch lakh mere munh par maar dene ka matlab hai mujhe mera haq mil chuka?" Woh gurrayi.
"Qanoonan aapka haq nahi banta tha iske bawajood Faris sahab ne apko rakam ada kar di thi."
Usne apne makhsoos lehje mein kaha.
"Yeh kaam maine kiya tha. Main paise ka ek bag aapke hawaale kar ke gaya tha. Aur woh chand lakh nahi the jaise tum keh rahi ho. Aur woh haq bhi nahi tha jaise aap soch rahi ho." Adina Zubair ki muthiya sakhti se bhinch gayi thi. Aankhon mein surkhi aur wahshat mazeed numaaya ho rahi thi.
"Usne apne intekam ki khaatir meri zindagi zaya kar di. Aur tum chahte ho main khamosh rahoo? Is tarah to tor-phor karke mujhe dhamkane aaye ho."
"Dhamkane nahi aaya, sirf batane aaya hoon." Sanjeedgi se keh kar jaane ke liye mud gaya.
"Main abhi tak chup hoon to woh samajh raha hai baat khatam ho gayi, jab bolne pe aayi to kisi ko muh dikhane ke kabil nahi rahegaâ¦" Woh gusse se chila uthi.
"ADINA MADAM !" Bhari awaaz ab ke qadre buland hui thi. "Kuch bhi karne se pehle consequences ka khayal rakhiye ga. Mere sahab aaj tak aapki har harkat par khamosh rahe hain lekin aayinda aisa nahi hoga. Yeh to mahej ek chhoti si warning hai."
"Haan, chhoti si warning." Usne istehzaayi andaaz mein hasi. "Apne sagge baap aur bhai ko maarne wale ki chhoti si warning aisi hi ho sakti hai."
Nowarid ne mud kar use dekha. "Hairat hai. Aap phir bhi unse khaufzada nahi hai." Muskurahat daahine gaal ki taraf uth gayi. Pur-israar aur mazeed badh gayi. Adina lab bhinche kar khadi rahi.
Kuch hi der baad woh apne saathiyo ke hamraah flat se nikal gaya. Darwaza band hua to tooti hui ek ek cheez se hoti hui uski nigaah deewar gir aaine par jaa thehri.
Ek woh pehle sadma mein thi. Ab sadma ishtiyaal mein badalne laga tha. Tabahi ka shikaar uska apartment uski andaruni tor-phor ka ghamaaz hone laga. Woh paagal hone lagi.
"MAIN TUMHE BARBAD KAR DUGI FARIS! JEENE KE QABIL NAHI CHHORUGI MAIN TUMHE." Ek dum se cheekhte hue usne stand zameen par de maara. Sar thame woh neeche baith gayi. Chehra gham aur gusse se suraj hone laga tha. Muthiya sakhti se bhinche gayi thi. Usne apne haath mein aane wali cheez utha kar deewar par de maari thi. Toote hue guldaan ke mazeed tukde gir gaye the.
"Tumhe iski bhaari qeemat chukaani padegi Bahut bhaari" andar bahar ek aag si jal rahi thi.
Aaine ke tukdo mein uska khoobsurat chehra kai hisse mein baat chuka tha. Aur har hisse mein uski shakal na mukammal aur ghair wazeh nazar aa rahi thi.
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