Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1 Baarish tara tar baras rhi thi, yun maloom hota tha k jaisy pury saal ki baarish aaj hi ho jaye gi. Bus stand ki teen ki chhat pr zor daar baarish ki awaaz mahool ko mazeed khatarnaak bana rhi thi. Wo bari si chaadar liye wahan khari hui thi. Uski aankhon sy aansu tawatur sy beh rhy thy. Uski aankhon main sehraaon ki si khaamoshi thi or janglon ki si weraani thi. Na jaany kitny hi pal beet gaye thy magr koi bhi munaasib sawaari nhi mil rhi thi. Gehry baadlon k ba’ais shaam k 5 bjy, raat ka sa manzar paish kr rhy thy. Magr kisi ko kia khabar agr kahein us bus stand pe khari larki ka dil us mahool sy zyada weraan ho or mukaddar un baadlon sy zyada siyaah tha. ---------- “Nikl bahir!!!” aik baap k ghar ka darwaaza pury zor o shoor sy bajaaya jaa rha tha. “aryy kahan kis bil main chuppy bethy ho ghaddar.” “ye tum sahi nhi kr rhy, apny hi ilaaqy k kanoon torty hue sharam nhi aati!!” “aisi aulaad ko tou zinda hoty hi maar dena chahiye.” “agr mery bacchy ye kaam krein tou main tou unhain usi waqt goli maar dun!!” kisi ny luqma dia. “haan….haan goli maar deni chahiye” “goli maar deni chahiye…….!!!!” Isky baad samaa’atein band ho chuki thin, or zabt ka pemaana labraiz ho chuka tha. Aik baap hony k naaty ab wo mazeed kuch nhi sun skta tha. Bht saari awaazein namoodar ho rhi thi, magar wo sun’ny sy kaasir tha. Baar baar dimagh main aik awaaz gooj rhi thi. “haan….haan goli maar deni chahiye” “goli maar deni chahiye…….!!!!” --------

“Appiyaaaa!!” “Ary aapiiii…!! Utho naaa… 8 baj rhy hain or tum abhi tak so rhi ho.” Raima ki chehakti hui awaaz un dono k kamry main goonj rhi thi. “unnnhunnn…kia hai uth rhi hun naa sbr tou kro.” “jldi uthoo naaaa! Aaj tumhara college ka aakhri din hai.” Bs ye kehny ki dair thi or momal chhalang lagaati hui bed sy utri or washroom ki jaanib bhaagi. “Pehly nhi uthaa skti thi churaaillll..!!” wo washroom k darwaazy sy hi unchi awaaz main chillayi. “hunnhh pichly aadghy ghanty sy jo ye murgha musalsal boly jaa rha hai, uski awaaz sy tou uthi nhi… meri haseen awaaz sy uth jayein gi jaisy.” Raima usky alarm clock ko tanz ka nishaana banaaty hue boli or saath main apni awaaz ki tareef ka izaafa kia. Takreeban 20 min baad wo naha kr bahir nikli. Bht hi khubsurat naksh o nigaar or saaf rangat, bhury or bilkul seedhay baalon wali momal beghair kisi makeup k bhi nazr nzr lag jaany ki had tak haseen lagti thi. Usky chehry ko uski aankhein chaar chaand lagaati thi. Uski aanhon main halky bhury or hary rang ka imtizaaj tha. Koi kareeb sy uski aankhon ko dekh le tou kayi pal mabhoot hue usy hi dekhty rahy. -------- Wo teeno maa beti aik kamry main dubki siskiyon sy ro rhi thi. Unky baap ki bhi halat unsy kam na thi. Wo sab bht bebas nazr aa rhy thy. “Bitya! Tum bhaag jao mery bacchy, tumhari jaan khatry main hai… gaon waly tumy nhi chorein gy… wo tumy maar dain gy” “Tum bhaag jao meri jaan… mery jigr k tukry” Usky baap ki siskiyon bhari awaaz pury kamry main goonj rhi thi. Apni maa k seeny sy lagy hue us ny aik nighah utha kr apny baap ko dekha. Unka sar jhuka hua tha or burhy chehry pr bepanah bebasi or khof tha. Kuch kho jaany ka khof!! Usny gardan ghumaa kr apni maa ko dekha jo usy seeny sy chipkaaye bethi thi. “Momal meri jaan tumhary baba bilkul theek kehty hain, tu chali jaa warna yahan tujy koi nhi chory ga. Yahan hum sab smbhaal lain gy.” wo karah kr reh gayi. Takdeer usy aik aisy morr pr laa chuki thi jab wo mukammal taur pr bebas thi. Or waja…?? Wo waja koi khaab na thi. Wo aik haqeeqat thi…aik khofnaak haqeeqat…!!! ---------- Wo seeshay k saamny khari apny baal bana rhi thi. Saath hi charpayi be bethi raima usky saada sy mobile main snake game khel rhi thi. Khuly paainchon wali shalwar or usky upper pehni lambi frock jis pe sheeshon or motiyon ka kaam tha, momal us jory main kisi paristaan ki shehzaadi sy kam na lag rhi thi. “tumhari waja sy main late hogayi na ab” chehra morty hi usny fatafat charpaayi sy apna chota sa clutch bag utha or us sy raima pe waar krna na bhooli. “ary kia hai aapii maar q rhi hoo yrr..apni Masoom si iklooti behn ko maarty hue sharam nhi aati aapko.” Saath hi momal ny usky haath sy apna mobile cheen kr aik chapat raseed ki. “chhup kr k betho ab” “ary yrr ab maaf bhi kr do aapi, mainy jaan puch k thori kia tha.” Wo massomaana shakal banaaty hue boli tou momal ko uspe be intiha piyar aaya jisy wo apni muskurahat main chhupa gayi. “chalo ab chai bana do mery lie phir maaf krun gi.” Raima mu basoor kr reh gayi. “hunnh.. kasoor bhi mera nhi or saza bhi main bhugtun…ajeeb.” Or momal ghisyaani si hasi hasty hue kamry sy nikal kr apny ghar k chaar diwaari sehan main beth gayi jahan uski ammi ny uska nashta lagaye hua tha. ----------