Chapter 1

Bismillah hir Rahman nir Rahim

Qalb Jaan

By:Umm-e-Omama

Chapter:1

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Thande mahaul mein ground mein bikharti sunahri dhoop us waqt bohat bhali lag rahi thi.

Door khari apne dono haath aapas mein baandhe woh chehre ke zawiye bigaarte us dhoop ko dekh rahi thi jahan us thande mahaul ke baais chand students dhoop mein baithe us se lutf andoz ho rahe the.

Aur woh bas idhar udhar dekhti chehre ke zawiye bigaarte ja rahi thi.

Kyun ke use phir class se nikaal diya gaya tha.

Woh Heer Basit thi jo poore hafte mein ek se do baar to lazmi class se nikaali jati thi.

Wajah bohat saari thin.

Parhai aur us ka door door tak koi waasta nahin tha. Agar woh yahan par aati thi to sirf Basit ki wajah se.

Kyun ke apni aulaad ko achi taleem dilana aur un ka mustaqbil sanwarna un ki awaleen khwahish thi.

Unhi ki koshishon aur talluqaat ke baais us ka is university mein admission ho saka tha.

Warna khud us ke paas itni qabiliyat nahin thi jis ke baais us ka Islamabad ki is bari university mein admission ho pata.

University mein us ka yeh pehla saal tha jo ab tak to nihayat hi bura guzra tha.

"Shhh Heer."

Halki si awaaz par us ne nigahon ka rukh mora aur thore fasle par use woh shakhs khara nazar aa gaya.

Black jeans ke saath white shirt pehne, saath hi black jacket zeb-e-tan kiye, bag ek kandhe par daale woh us ki janib dekh raha tha.

Fasle par hone ke bawajood bhi us ke bheenche lab woh aaram se dekh chuki thi aur dekhte hi jaan bhi gayi thi ke woh us ki haalat se lutf andoz ho raha tha.

"Kya hai?"

"Tumhein phir class se nikaal diya?"

"Nahin nahin Adam Mirza, main to intezar kar rahi thi kab tum yahan aao aur main tumhara phoolon se istiqbal karun."

Heer ke tape hue andaaz par is baar us ne khul kar qahqaha lagaya jisey dekhte hi us ke chehre ke taasuraat mazeed bigar gaye.

"Hanso mat Adam."

"Meri ab koi class nahin hai. Tum is sab se farigh ho jao to aa jana canteen mein, tumhara intezar karunga."

Ulte qadam uthata woh wahan se chala gaya aur us ke jaane ke baad Heer phir se usi kaam mein lag gayi jo woh Adam ke aane se pehle sar anjaam de rahi thi.

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Bajte alarm ki awaaz par us ne haath barha kar side table par rakha apna mobile uthaya aur use band karke aankhein malta uth kar baith gaya.

Bharpoor tareeqe se angrai le kar woh bed se utht kar bathroom ki janib chala gaya.

Mamool ke mutabiq roz ki tarah shower le kar woh bath gown pehne bahar nikla.

Balon ko dryer ke zariye khushk karke us ne wardrobe se apni uniform nikali aur dressing room mein chala gaya.

Thori der mein mukammal tayyar ho kar us ne apna zaroori samaan uthaya aur kamre se bahar nikalta neeche ki taraf chala gaya.

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"Assalam-o-Alaikum Bee Jaan."

Neeche aate hi us ne lounge mein baithi Bee Jaan ko salam kiya.

"Wa Alaikum Assalam mera bacha uth gaya."

Pashto lehje mein kehti woh us ke jhukne par us ke sar par apne lab rakhte hue kehne lagen.

"Khuda nazar-e-bad se bachaye bache ko, zara yahan baitho."

Use apne paas bitha kar unhon ne mulazima ko awaaz de kar us ka nashta banane ke liye kaha aur wapas us ki janib dekhne lagen.

"Kaam par ja rahe ho?"

"Ji, ek zaroori kaam hai. Pehle wahan jaunga, us ke baad university jana hai. Wahan kuch kaam hain, phir duty par jaunga."

"Zara batao woh zaroori kaam kaun sa hai?"

Un ki muskurati nigahon ko dekh kar Maarij chonk kar seedha hua.

"Bas kuch kaam hai Bee Jaan."

"Maarij Khan humein bewaqoof mat banao. Jo baat hai saaf saaf bata do. Tumhare bhai humein bata chuke hain tum kisi larki ke chakkar mein par chuke ho."

Un ke khafgi bhare andaaz par woh beikhtiyar hansa.

"Maarij bache, apne liye kuch sochna ghalat nahin hota. Zaroori thori hai tum zindagi doosron ka khayal rakhne mein hi guzar do. Kuch apne baare mein bhi to socho. Umar barhti ja rahi hai tumhari. Kab biyah karoge, kab bachay honge aur kab humein ghar mein bachon ki kilkariyan sunne ko milengi?"

"Jab aap jaan hi gayi hain to phir main kyun kuch chhupaunga? Main jab aakhri baar university gaya tha tab maine us larki ko dekha tha aur phir woh bas mujhe achi lagi."

Apni maa ke saamne woh yeh baat nahin keh sakta tha ke woh larki use sirf achi nahin lagi thi, balkeh woh to pehli hi nazar mein Maarij Khan ke dil par qabza jama chuki thi.

"MashaAllah, kaun hai woh? Kaisi bhi larki ho humein qabool hai, bas achhe khandan ki honi chahiye. Us ke baare mein kuch batao. Kab rishta le kar chalein?"

"Bee Jaan itni jaldi mat machayein. Jab rishta le kar jana hoga tab main khud aap ko bata dunga."

"Achha naam batao."

Un ke poochhne par Heer Basit ka chehra uske zehan ke pardon par chha gaya.

Sar jhuka kar woh dheema sa hansa aur lab hole se hile.

"Heer Basit."

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Bag table par rakh kar woh Adam ke saamne wali kursi par baithi aur us ke saamne rakha burger utha kar khane lagi.

"Kyun nikaala tumhein class se?"

"Kal maine Netflix par ek nayi series dekhi aur phir sara din wohi dekhti rahi. Yahan tak ke sari raat bhi usi wajah se jagti rahi. Woh series thi hi itni maze ki, main use adhura chhor hi nahin payi."

"Heer, maine class se bahar nikaalne ki wajah poochhi hai."

"Wohi to bata rahi hoon. Series dekhne mein main itni magan rahi ke assignment banana yaad hi nahin raha."

Apni baat par woh khud hi hansi.

"Isliye tumhein class se bahar nikaala?"

"Poori baat to suno. Woh assignment banana kis chapter mein se tha mujhe to yeh bhi nahin maloom tha. Isliye mujhe daant bhi pari aur class se bhi bahar nikaal diya. Lekin ab in baaton ki mujhe aadat ho chuki hai."

"Ek baat kahun Heer, tum yahan aa kar sirf Uncle ke paise barbaad kar rahi ho."

"Adam, woh apne paise khud zaya kar rahe hain. Maine to unhein mana hi kiya tha."

Burger mukammal khatam karke woh haath jhaarti time dekhte hue apni jagah se uthi aur use Allah Hafiz kehti bahar chali gayi.

Us ki nazron se ojhal hone par us ki baatein yaad karte hue woh beikhtiyar hansa.

Adam umar aur class dono mein us se bara tha lekin phir bhi un ki dosti misaali thi jis mein aaj tak koi teesra shamil nahin hua tha.

Heer aur us ki dosti saalon purani thi.

Chand saal pehle tak woh dono ek doosre ke neighbours hua karte the. Jab dil karta aa kar ek doosre se mil lete.

Lekin phir Basit ke ghar change karne ke baad se un dono ka yeh milne wala silsila kaafi had tak kam ho gaya tha.

Lekin jab se Heer is university mein aayi thi jahan us ka last aur Heer ka pehla semester chal raha tha, tab se un ka yeh silsila phir se bahaal ho chuka tha.

Apne ghar mein woh akela rehta tha.

Us ke bachpan mein hi us ke walidain ki alaihdagi ho chuki thi.

Lekin is ke bawajood bhi use un dono ka hi pyar mila tha.

Us ke walid Canada mein rehte the jin se milne ke liye woh apni har vacation mein jata tha.

Woh sirf us ki zarooriyat poori nahin karte the balkeh us ke labon se nikli har khwahish ko poora karte the, lekin sirf tab jab woh un ke paas aata tha.

Woh baqaidgi se har mah na sirf us ke liye balkeh apni sabiqa biwi ke liye bhi kharcha bhejte the, lekin us ki maa ne us ke kharch ke liye kabhi woh paisa istemal nahin kiya tha jo us ka baap us ke liye bhejta tha.

Un ka kehna tha ke apne bete ki zimmedari woh utha sakti thin aur aisa sach bhi tha.

Mukhtalif jobs ke zariye woh apne bete ko duniya ki har woh aasayish deti thin jo de sakti thin.

Yehi aadat khud us ki bhi thi. Apne baap ki bheji gayi kamai woh istemal karne ke bajaye khairat kar deta tha kyun ke apna kharcha woh khud uthana jaanta tha.

Woh do jobs karta tha jin ke baais us ka kharcha aaram se chal jata tha.

Woh Pakistan mein apni walida ke saath rehta tha jin ka chand saal pehle inteqal ho gaya tha.

Un ke guzar jaane ke baad Azm use apne paas le aana chahte the lekin un ke hazaar baar kehne par bhi woh un ke paas nahin gaya.

Sirf ek wajah se aur woh wajah thi Heer Basit.

Jo us ki bachpan ki mohabbat thi.

Is baat ka us ne kabhi izhar nahin kiya tha.

Kyun ke woh pehle khud ko is qabil banana chahta tha ke fakhr se Basit ke saamne ja kar Heer ka haath maang sake.

Us ka apna baap ek kamyab businessman tha. Agar un ke nazariye se dekha jata to woh ek ameer shakhs tha kyun ke ek ameer shakhs ka beta tha.

Lekin yehi to baat thi. Apne baap par use fakhr tha lekin woh khud bhi aisa kuch karna chahta tha jis se us ke baap ko bhi us par fakhr ho aur woh jo kuch bhi karna chahta tha apne balbute par karna chahta tha.

Apne baap se kharch na lene ki ek wajah yeh thi ke agar yeh muft ki lat use lag gayi to shayad phir kabhi us se chutkara na mil sake.

Doosri, jab woh un ke paas nahin tha phir un par apne hisse ka bojh kyun daalta

Aur us ki yehi baat sun kar Azm hamesha hans deta.

Use Adam ki baatein kabhi buri nahin lagi thin balkeh apne bete par use hamesha fakhr raha tha.

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Bag dono kandhon par latkaye woh chhote chhote qadam uthati ghar ki janib ja rahi thi.

Us ke ghar aur university se fasla faqat das minute ka tha, isliye woh paidal hi jati thi aur isi tarah wapas aati thi.

Roz ki tarah wohi manzar saamne pa kar us ke chalte qadam ruke jabke us ki safed peshani par lataadaad bal numayan hue.

Ghoorti nazron se us ne saamne nazar aate shakhs ko dekha jo police uniform zeb-e-tan kiye gaari ke bonnet par baitha hua tha.

Woh shakhs kaun tha yeh baat Heer nahin jaanti thi. Agar kuch jaanti thi to bas itna ke kaafi dino se woh us shakhs ko apne ghar ke bahar baitha dekh rahi thi.

Us ke wapsi ke time par woh apni gaari us ke ghar se thori door khari karke wahin par baitha rehta aur jaise hi woh apne ghar mein dakhil hoti waise hi woh bhi apni manzil ki janib rawana ho jata.

Itni bachi to woh thi nahin jo us shakhs ki harkaton ko samajh na paati. Kehne ko woh ek police officer tha lekin phir bhi Heer ko ek tharki insaan lagta tha.

"Agar yeh shakhs kal phir yahan nazar aaya to main ise chhorungi nahin."

Khud se barbarate hue woh tez tez qadam uthati apne ghar ki janib jaane lagi.

Jab us par nazar parte hi Maarij ke chehre par dilkash muskurahat ne basera kiya.

Use nazarandaz karte hue woh tez qadmon se chalti jaldi se ghar ke andar dakhil ho gayi.

Aur deedar-e-mehboob mayassar hote hi woh bhi apni gaari mein baith kar wahan se chala gaya.

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