jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 49

Istiqbal Street namai woh taweel gali taqseem square ke saath se nahi nikalti thi. Woh haftay ki raat thi, so Istiqbal Street roshniyon mein nihayat rangon aur qumqamon se saja, ronaq kaise urooj par thi. Wahan log hamesha ki tarah dono taraf tez tez chalte ja rahe thay. Gali ki dono janib chamaktay sheeshon wali shops aur restaurants mein acha khaasa rush tha.

Woh aghaz mein hi daayen haath ki qataar mein bane restaurant mein chale aaye. Zard roshniyon se muzayyan chhat aur jagmagate fans ne restaurant ke mahol ko ek khawab naak sa tassur de rakha tha. Us kone wali khali mez ke saath rakhe stand par Haya ne apna coat larhka ya aur kursi kheench kar jihan ke muqabil baithi. Zard roshniyon mein uske faraq ke sunehri sikay chamakne lage thay. Usne daayen baazu mein sunehri kada pehan rakha tha aur ab woh kahni mez par rakhh kar baayen haath ki ungliyon se kada ko ghuma rahi thi. Sunehri kileech aur mobile usne mez par rakha tha.

"Order mein karo ya tum?"

"Daawat tumhari taraf se hai, to tum karo," usne zara se shanay achaaye. Jihan ne muskura kar sar ko khum diya aur menu card utha kar anhemaq se parhne laga. Apni adat ke mutabiq woh parhte hue nichle lab ko dant se dabaaye huye tha.

Haya ne qadre bechaini se pehlu badla. Istiqbal jadisi mein kitne hi logon ne mur mur kar us yoonani deviyon ke se sanaar wali larki ko sataish se dekha tha, magar yeh ajeeb shakhs tha. Koi tareef nahi koi izhaar nahi, itni la ta'alluqi o be khabri, woh bhi us shakhs ki jo ek nazar mein sare manzar ka bareek beeni se jayeza le liya karta tha?

Usay apni saari tayyari raigaa'n jaati mehsoos hui thi.

Order kar chukne ke baad woh mez pe kahniyaan rakhe, dono haath aapas mein phansaye Haya ki taraf mutwajjah hua aur zara sa muskuraya.

"Tum ne mujh se is roz poocha hi nahi ke main tumhare droom block kyun aaya tha?"

Woh muskuratay hue kitna acha lagta tha. Uske halkay se bhore shade liye siyah baal no umr ladkon ki tarah mathey pe sidhe kate hue thay aur umooman woh mulkay mulkay giley hote thay. Par kashish aankhon mein ek narm dheema sa tassur liye,

Woh ab itna gumrah aur muhtaat nahi lagta tha jitna pehle din lagta tha.

Zahir hai, kisi kaam se hi aaye honge. Mujh se milne bakhshish aao, yeh toh zara mushkil hi hai. Tum se milne bakhshish hi aaya tha aur is ke liye Mummy ko Pakistan phone karke Fatima aunty se tumhare droom ka number aur yeh baat toh Amma ne use kal hi phone par bata di thi magar lamhe bhar ko usne socha ke dhoondne wale toh bina patte ke poochna pada tha, warna tum ne hamein address tak nahi diya tha.

Bhi dhoond lete hain, jaise woh safed gulab har jagah use talash kar lete thay.

Toh phir aap kyun aaye thay mujh se milne?

Bas yunhi. Mujhe laga tha ke tum iss roz Istiqbal Street mein mujh se khafa ho gayi thi.

Acha toh aap ne mujhe uss din pehchan liya tha, ho sakta hai woh meri shakal ki koi ladki ho? Woh bohot jaldi bhula dene walon mein se nahi thi, so badi hairat se kare ko ungliyon mein ghumati boli thi.

Ek baat abhi clear kar lete hain Haya! Woh qadre aage ko hote hue sanjeedgi se bola. Mein bohot expresso nahi hoon, mein lambi lambi baatein nahi kar sakta. Mein practical sa aadmi hoon, aisa aadmi jisko fikar maash hamesha gherte hain. Mere paas badi university ki degree nahi hai, mein ek restaurant chalata hoon, jiski malkiyat meri apni nahi hai, mein kayi salon se iss restaurant ki qistain ada kar raha hoon jo ke poori nahi ho rahi hain. Yeh cheez mujhe bohot pareshan rakhti hai. Woh kardald ki jo iss din mere saath thi, woh mere restaurant ki imarat ki owner hai aur hamare darmiyan iss waqt yahi masla zair e behas tha, jab tum wahan aaye.

Haya!

Uss din mein itna pareshan tha ke tum soch bhi nahi sakti. Woh meri property zabt karne ki baat kar rahi thi aur agar mein us ki raqam ada nahi kar paaya toh woh aisa kar bhi guzre gi. Iss pareshani mein mein tumhare saath mis behave kar gaya tha. I am sorry for that. Magar apni tamam pareshaniyon mein bhi mujhe apne se jude rishton ka ehsaas hai, aur mein un ki parwah karta hoon. Haya ne mujh ko asbat mein sar hila diya.

Ab bhi khafa ho is baat pe? Woh qadre toqaf se bola.

Nahi, mein ne tumhe tab hi maaf kar diya tha jab tum ne kitchen ke saare bartan dhoye thay aur chulha fix kar ke diya tha.

Woh be ikhtiyar hans pada.

Magar woh Ginger Bread House mujh pe udhaar hai.Iss se pehle ke woh kuch kehti, waiter uski taraf aya tha.

"Madam Salmaan?"

Haya ne chehra utha kar dekha aur lamhe bhar ko pathar ki ho gayi.

Waiter ek safed gulabon ka bouquet mez par rakh raha tha.

"Yeh aap ke liye hai." Saath hi usne dorwiya teh kiya hua ka ghiza Haya ki taraf barhaya. Lejiye madam: "Haya jo sakht nigahon se guldaste ko dekh rahi thi, chongi aur muztarab se andaaz mein woh kaghaz thaam liya. Us ke qadamoon se jaan nikal chuki thi. Muaddab waiter waapas palat gaya. Us ne kapkapati ungliyon se kaghaz ki tanhaiyan kholi. Be satar kaghaz ke ayn wasta mein angrezi mein teen satrain likhi thien: "Meri car mein safar kar ke aane ka shukriya, lekin asoolan mujh se lift lene ke baad aap ko dinner bhi mere saath karna chahiye tha na, naaki apne cousin ke saath."

"From your valentine."

Jihan glass honton ke saath lagaye ghont ghont paani peeta plakain us ke chehre ke badalte rungon ko dekh raha tha.

"Kon bhejta hai tumhein yeh safed phool?" Woh khaasay sard lahje mein bola toh Haya ne chonk kar sar uthaya.

Chand lamhe behtar ki garam joshi Jihan ki aankhon mein mafqood thi. Us ke chehre par zamanon ke ajnabi aur rukhaai chhayi thi.

"Pap... Pata nahi."

Aur use kaise ilm hua ke hum restaurant mein hain?"

Uska lahja chubhta hua tha.

Woh khali khali nigahon se use dekhe gayi. Koi jo ab ban hi nahi para tha.

"Dekhao!" Usne haath barhaya aur ab Haya ke paas koi rasta nahi tha. Us ne kamzor haathon se woh kaghaz Jihan ke haath par rakha.Jaise jaise woh tehreer parhta gaya, uski peshani par shikanen ubharti gayi. Ragain tan gayi aur lab beench gaye.

"Tum kis ki gadi mein taxi aayi ho?" Usne nigah utha kar Haya ko dekha aur woh ek nigaah mein samajh gayi thi ke woh ek kisi mashriqi mard tha. Taiya Farqan, Abba aur Rohail ki tarah ka mashriqi mard.

"Mein samjhi tumhari car aur driver hai. Mein samjhi tumne driver bheja hai."

"Mere driver? Kab dekha tumne mere paas driver? Usne tanafur se kaghaz ko muthi mein mor diya.

"Mein samjhi, aur usne kaha, tumhara naam liya toh...?"

"Usne yeh kaha ke usko mein ne usay bheja hai? Usne dotook andaaz mein poocha.

"Haan... nahin..."

Yani ke nahin. Usne nahin bataya ke usay kisne bheja hai aur tum uske saath baith gayi? Haya! Tum yun kisi ki gadi mein bhi baith sakti ho?

"Mein ne kaha, mein samjhi tumhari car thi." Be bassi ke marey ab usay ghussa ane laga tha. Be qasoor hote hue bhi usay apna aap mujrim lag raha tha.

"Mere paas tumne doosri car kab dekhi? Tum... agar tumhein mujh par itni be-aetbari hai toh mein laanat bhejti hoon tum par." Usne nipkin noch phenka aur kursi dhakel kar uthi. Jo shakhs yeh harkat karta hai, woh mujh se pooch kar nahi karta, na is mein mera koi qasoor hai. Agar tum mujhe itna hi bura samajhti ho toh theek hai, yahan akelay baitho, akelay khao aur akelay raho.

Usne khich yun haath maar kar uthaya ke crystal ka guldasta mez se ladkh kar neeche jhagra. Chhankaay ki awaz aayi aur woh karchiyon mein bat gaya.

Jihan shayad us ke liye tayyar nahi tha, magar woh uske tasaarat dekhne ke liye ruki nahi. Woh tezi se mez ki ek taraf se nikli, stand pe latka coat collar se pakar kar kheenchha aur tezi tezi chalti hui bahar nikli.

Agar woh uske peeche ana bhi chahta, toh abhi jo nuksan woh kar ke gayi thi, usay poora kar ke hi aata aur us karwai mein usay jitne minute lagte, utni der mein woh us se door ja chuki hoti.

Ishtiqal Street mein log usi tarah chal rahe the. Woh us rash ke darmiyan hi mein kahin thi. Usne coat