Chapter 2

Bismillah hir Rahman nir Rahim

Qalb Jaan

By:Umm-e-Omama

Chapter:2

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"Kya chal raha hai?"

Bag sofa par phenkhti woh saamne baithi Yashal se poochhne lagi.

"School ka homework kar rahi hoon."

"Aaj koi nayi khabar mili?"

Uske poochhne par woh apna chalta qalam rok kar sochne lagi aur yaad aate hi copy band karti chehakte hue use batane lagi.

"Heer Api, aaj ki khabar to bohat zyada wali nayi hai."

"Kya hua?"

"Maine Papa ko baat karte hue suna."

"Yashal meri jaan, Papa to roz hi kisi se baat karte hain."

"Arey nahin, Papa kisi se phone par baat kar rahe the aur keh rahe the ke Heer ko parhai mein bilkul dilchaspi nahin hai. Agar aisa hi chalta raha to phir main uski kisi larke se shaadi karwa dunga."

Uski baat sunte hi woh jhatke se uthi.

"Sach mein? Khao qasam."

"Kis ki qasam?"

"Arey kisi ki bhi, balkeh apni hi kha lo."

"Meri qasam, sach bol rahi hoon."

"Ya mere Khudaya, tera lakh lakh shukar hai."

Dono haath dua ke andaaz mein uthaye woh apne Rab ka shukar ada karne lagi.

Uske liye to waqai yeh khabar bohat bari thi. Uski parhai se jaan chhoot jayegi aur us se zyada khushi ki aur kya baat ho sakti thi.

Yeh khabar sunne ke baad ab uski zindagi mein yaqeenan yeh farq aana tha ke jo mar mar kar woh thori bohat parhai kar liya karti thi, ab woh bhi nahin karni thi.

"Aap itni khush kyun ho rahi ho"

"Khushi ki hi to baat hai."

Yashal ki naak kheenchte hue usne sofa par para apna bag uthaya aur gungunate hue wahan se jaane lagi.

"Palki mein ho ke sawar chali re..."

"Main to apne sajan ke dwaar chali re..."

Heer ki gungunahat sun kar woh gehra saans leti phir se apne kaam mein masroof ho gayi.

Woh pandrah saal ki thi lekin phir bhi Basit ko woh unnis saala Heer se zyada samajhdar lagti thi.

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Thande mahaul ki parwah kiye baghair woh shirtless stage par khara tha.

Jiske baais uska kasrati jism wazeh taur par numayan ho raha tha aur labon ke saath saath gehre rang ki raat jaisi siyah aankhein bhi muskara rahi thin.

University mein is waqt chhutti ka time ho raha tha isliye kuch students apne ghar ja rahe the to kuch idhar udhar khare the, jabke baqi afraad uske paas khare zor o shor se uska naam pukar rahe the.

University mein hone wale function ke baais aaj kal usi ki tayyariyan zor o shor se chal rahi thin, lekin is waqt jo shor usne macha rakha tha uski ijazat yahan nahin thi.

Par use rokta kaun?

Yeh university hi uske baap ki thi.

Is sab se agar use koi rokne wala shakhs tha to woh tha Maarij Khan.

Jo is waqt yahan par maujood nahin tha.

Guitar strap pehne use apne gird latkaye woh guitar strings par tez tez ungliyan pherta zor o shor se gaana gaane mein masroof tha aur stage se neeche khare afraad uska saath dene mein masroof the.

"Ishq mein dil bana hai, ishq mein dil fana hai ooo..."

"Mita de ya bana de, maine tujh ko chuna hai ooo..."

"Tere saare rang odh ke, dhang odh ke..."

"Tera hua main sab ko chhor ke ooo..."

"Ishq na karna naap tol ke, raaz khol ke..."

"Aaya hoon main sab ko bol ke ooo..."

"Oo main ta chaleya teri ore, tera chaleya..."

"Hai zor tera hoya main yaar ve, buleya ae sansaar ve..."

Woh larkiyon ka crush tha to larkon ka ideal.

University mein use hot boy ke naam se bulaya jata tha.

Larkiyon se uski hi hello door door tak hi rehti thi. Khud koi larki uske paas chahte hue bhi nahin jati thi.

Kyun ke un larkiyon se use sakht nafrat thi jo khud larkon ke qareeb aa kar aur apni adayein dikha kar unhein apne qaboo mein karti thin.

Bas wohi larki uske qareeb jati thi jo use theek se jaanti nahin thi aur phir uske baad bina koi lihaz kiye woh jo beizzati karta tha uska tamasha har koi dekhta tha.

Larkiyon ki izzat karna use bakhoobi aata tha lekin izzat bhi woh unhein deta tha jo uske laiq hote the.

Woh hansmukh tha, mazaq karta tha, chahe kitni hi classes chhor de grades uske hamesha achhe hi aate the aur uski inhi harkaton ke baais har koi uske jaisa banne ki khwahish rakhta tha.

Lekin koi uske jaisa nahin tha.

Kyun ke Ashhad Khan mukhtalif tha... har shakhs se mukhtalif.

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Stage se utarte hi woh Junaid ke haath se apni shirt lekar pehnne laga.

"Ho gaya tera"

"Haan ho gaya, lekin tera munh kyun kharab hai?"

Uska bezar chehra dekhte hue woh poochhne laga.

"Mera munh kyun kharab hoga Munh to tera kharab hone wala hai."

"Kya matlab?"

Nasamjhi se use dekhte hue woh apna bag aur guitar uthata wahan se jaane laga.

"SP sahab aaye hain. Ho sakta hai isi bheed mein kharay ho kar tera gaana sun rahe hon."

"Kab aaye? Kahan hain? Tu mujhe ab bata raha hai?"

Ghusse se kehta hua woh bhaagte hue bahar ki taraf jaane laga jab bedhyani mein us taraf aate Maarij se uska takraao hua.

"Lala, kaise hain aap"

Use dekhte hue woh seedha hota jaldi se poochhne laga.

"Mera bacha thak gaya hoga na gaane gaa kar?"

"Nahin, main koi gaana nahin gaa raha tha. Aap chahein to Junaid se poochh lein."

Usne peeche kharay Junaid ki taraf ishara kiya.

"Haan Lala, yeh 'koi' gaana nahin gaa raha tha, yeh to 'Chaleya' gaana gaa raha tha."

Uske kehte hi Ashhad ne zor se thappad uske munh par maara, lekin uske baad bhi dheetai se hansta hua woh ulte qadam uthata wahan se chala gaya.

Aur Ashhad bas barbarate hue use gaaliyon se nawazta reh gaya.

Uska dost ek number ka kameena tha. Kabhi uski madad to nahin karta tha, albatta use phansane mein sabse pehla shakhs wohi hota tha.

"Mujhe Junaid se poochhne ki zaroorat nahin hai. Tumhari mirasiyon jaisi awaaz mere kaanon tak bhi aaram se pahunch rahi thi."

"Aisa to mat kahen, log fida hain meri awaaz par."

Maarij ki baat par woh khafgi bhare andaaz mein kehne laga.

"Yahan par tum gaane ke liye aate ho ya parhne ke liye Upar se jhoot bhi keh rahe ho."

"Aap khafa kyun ho rahe hain Itni bari baat nahin hai. Phir bhi aap kahenge to dobara aisa kuch nahin karunga."

"Yeh batao Doosra wala kahan hai"

Ashhad ki baat ko nazarandaz karta woh sawaliya nazron se uski janib dekhte hue poochhne laga.

Aur Maarij ki baat par is baar Ashhad Khan ke lab besakhta muskuraye.

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