Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 4



Main is mysterious padosi par shak karne laga hoon





Jabir aur main akhirkaar butchery se ghar wapas pahunche, ab hamare qadam tezi se badh rahe the kyunki
dopahar ki garmi mein chicken ka bhaari paper bag bojh ban chuka tha.


Sadkein us purani Eid se pehle wali energy se bhari hui thin – rang birange dupatte odhe auratein taza
khajoor aur mewon ke dheron par mol-tol kar rahi thin, bachche naye guubaron ke saath pairon ke beech
daud rahe the, aur kabhi-kabhi sajaye hue rickshaw ka horn bajta jo tehwaar ke geet zor se chala raha tha.


Meri peeth par paseena beh raha tha, lekin hum GTA mein kiye hue kisi bewakoofi bhare stunt par hans rahe
the, woh mysterious padosi pal bhar ke liye dimagh ke peeche chala gaya tha.


“Yaar, agar teri ammi us chicken se apni special karahi banaye to main dinner ke liye ruk jaunga,” Jabir ne
kaha, bag doosre haath mein badalte hue. “Invitation ki zaroorat nahi.”


Main muskuraya. “Deal. Lekin uske baad bartaan dhone padenge – pichhli baar ki tarah bhagna nahi.”
Humne darwaza khola, ghar ki thandi chhaanv ek sukoon bhari rahat thi. Turant hi lazzat bhari khushboo ne
humen gher liya: gehre masaale garlic aur adrak ke sizzle ke saath mil rahe the, pyaaz ke sunehre hone ki
woh pehchaani khushboo garam tel mein.


Nafisa aunty main kitchen mein thi, aasteen chadhi hui, ek bade deghche ko focused energy se hilati hui, chehra
chulhe ki garmi se laal lekin khushi se chamakta hua.


Ammi counter par thi, steel ke tiffin box ko dheere se pack kar rahi thin – taza rotiyaan foil mein lapeti hui,
curry ka bada hissa jo Nafisa bana rahi thi, bagal mein dahi ka raita, aur abbu ko pasand aam ka achaar us teekhi
kick ke liye.


“Lo tum dono aa gaye!” ammi ne kaha, sar utha kar rahat aur mazak bhari jhidki ke milaap se. “Mujhe laga
bazaar mein kho gaye. Nafisa yahan lifesaver bani hui hai – aao, chicken sink mein rakh do taaki woh theek se
dho kar marinate kar sake.”


Nafisa mud kar, dupatte ke kinaare se maatha ponchhti hui, badi muskurahat di. “Mere bahadur delivery boys!
Baba Rahman busy tha? Batao unhone taza pieces mein kami nahi ki na.”
“Jagah bhari hui thi,” maine kaha, bag fakhr se dete hue. “Lekin humne best cuts liye – breast aur thighs,
bilkul jaise tumne kaha tha, Ammi.”


Jabir ne excited sar hilaya. “Aur unhone extra giblets free mein daal diye. Kehne lage Shahida bibi ki mashhoor
cooking ke liye.”
Ammi halke se hansi, tiffin ko mutmaeen click se band karte hue. “Woh kasai achcha aadmi hai na? Achche lads.
Ab suno – main yeh khana tumhare abbu ki dukaan par le ja rahi hoon. Subah se message kar rahe hain ki
last-minute Eid shoppers se kitna rush hai. Bechaara nashta ke baad se kuch nahi khaya hoga.”


Woh Nafisa ki taraf mudin, chehre par sachchi shukrguzaari. “Nafisa, dil se shukriya ki meri kitchen mein kood
padi madad ke liye. Tum na hoti to yeh sab prep kaise manage karti. Curry ki khushboo already lazzat bhari hai.”
Nafisa ne haath hila kar taal diya, lekin aankhein khushi se chamkin.

“Arre Shahida, rishtedaar kiske liye hote
hain? Jao, Hussain bhai ka khayaal rakho. Yahan hum sambhaal lenge – shayad wapas aane tak taste test bhi
taiyaar ho.”


Ammi ne purse uthaya, tiffin usmein daala, aur ek halka shawl, peela dupatta aakhri baar theek karte hue.
“Zyada der nahi lagegi. Lads, koi shararat nahi – aur agar Nafisa ko madad chahiye to chulhe par nazar rakho.”
Jaldi se haath hila kar woh bahar niklin, darwaza dheere se band hua.


Khidki se maine dekha woh gali mein bheed ko apni us asaan grace se guzar rahi thin. Dhoop unke dupatte par
pad rahi thi, peela kapda aur chamak raha tha, aur unmein ek halki si chamak thi – kitchen ki garmi se gaal
laal, aankhein maqsad se roshan. Log sar ghuma kar dekhte ja rahe the: ek dukandaar pukarta hua
“Shahida bibi, advance Eid Mubarak!” aur woh garam muskurahat aur salaam se jawab deti hui.

Bazaar ki
afra-tafri mein woh ek sukoon bhari shakhsiyat ki tarah chal rahi thin, tiffin dheere se jhoolta hua, woh
shaant confidence jo har kisi ko garam mehsoos karata tha.






Anarkali Bazaar tak paidal zyada door nahi tha, lekin sadkein last-minute sauda karne walon se bhari thin.
Ammi chalte hue sach mein chamak rahi thin.
Jab ammi abbu ki dukaan pahunchin, wahaan afra-tafri thi – alamaariyaan chamakti kapdon se bhari, customers
kurte roshni mein utha kar mol-le rahe, excited awaazon mein haggling.


Abbu beech mein the, aasteen chadhe hue, ek gharane ko matching kapde chunne mein madad kar rahe,
purchases saaf-suthre pack karte hue.


Unka chehra khulta hua bada, thaka hua lekin khushi bhara muskurahat bana jab unhone bheed mein se ammi ko
dekha. “Shahida? Meri favorite delivery service?” unhone pukara, customer se maafi maang kar counter ke aage
aaye.


Woh tiffin prize ki tarah uthaaye, aankhein chamakti hui. “Hardest-working husband in Lahore ke liye special
delivery. Socha agar khana na pahunchaya to yeh madness mein bhook se behosh ho jaayenge.”





Unhone box liya, unhen dheere se scarves ki rack ke peeche ek shaant kone mein le jaate hue, afra-tafri se door.
Paas jhuk kar dheeme se bole, “Tumne mera dil padh liya. Aur tum – aise aana, itni khubsurat lag rahi ho...
ek saadgi bhara kaam ko gift ki tarah kaise bana deti ho?”


Ammi ke gaalon mein purani garmahat ubhri, dheere se idhar udhar dekhte hue narm awaaz mein jawab diya,
“Bas karo, charmer. Koi sun lega. Lekin seriously, garam hai abhi khana. Roti, curry, raita – sab jo tumhe pasand.”
Abbu ne dhakkan khola, gehri saans lete hue exaggerated sukoon ki aah bhari. “Jannat. Bilkul jannat. Ek minute
baitho mere saath? Business ruk sakta hai.”


Woh pyar se sar hilaya lekin paas rahi. “Nahi – ghar mein bohot kaam. Lekin batao, kaise chal raha? Lagta hai sab
bech doge.”
“Alhamdulillah, maheeno mein best din,” unhone kaha, ek niwala lete hue aankhein band kar ke maze lete hue.
“Sabko kal ke liye naye kapde chahiye. Aur kal ki baat – Eid! Yakeen nahi aata akhirkaar aa gayi. Ghar chaos aur
meethaiyon se bhar jaayega.”


Ammi hansi, counter se takiya lagaaye. “Chaos haan – lads already fireworks empire plan kar rahe. Lekin
khoobsurat hoga. Ghar wale, khana, woh nayi gown jo tumne surprise di... abhi bhi yakeen nahi aata itna kharch
kiya.”


Unhone haath hila kar taal diya, muh aadha bhara muskurate hue. “Har paisa worth tha tumhe chamakte dekhne
ke liye. Aur bachche – hamara beta suit try karte hue kitna bada lag raha tha.”
Woh sar tedha kiya, aankhon mein sharaarti chamak. “Chamakte ki baat... jaante ho, tumne jewelry ka wada kiya
tha gown ke saath match karne ko. Kuch saadha, bilkul.”


Abbu hansa, bina hichak pocket mein haath daal kar folded notes nikalte hue. “Jaise bhool jaunga. Yeh lo – jaao
khud treat karo. Lekin wada karo kuch aisa chunogi jo tumhe khushi de.”


Unka chehra Eid subah ke bachche ki tarah chamak utha, aankhein khushi se chaudi hui paise lete hue.
“Oh Hussain... shukriya. Tum mere saath zyada achche ho.” Woh pairon ke panjon par uthi, ek baar idhar udhar
dekha phir gaal par narm, der tak rehne wala kiss diya. “I love you.”


Unhone unka haath pakda pal bhar, dabaya. “Aur main tumse zyada. Ab jao – warna dukaan jaldi band kar ke
peeche aa jaunga.”
“Ek aakhri baat,” unhone jaate hue kaha, lehja mazak bhara sakht. “Zyada mehnga nahi, theek? Bachchon ki
Eidi aur bills abhi baqi hain.”


Woh peeche mud kar sharaarti muskurahat di. “Dekhenge.” Aur yun woh bheed mein ghul gayin, seedhe apni
pasandeeda jewelry dukaan ki taraf jo kuch galiyan door thi.


Ammi ki yeh pyaari aadat thi – jab extra paise hote ya khususi mauka, woh jewelry mein indulge karti thin. Na
bhari bharkam, balki woh tukde jo roshni pakadte aur unhe elegant mehsoos karate: nazuk chain, saadgi bhare
earrings, shayad ek bracelet halke pattharon wala.
Unhone jewelry store se kai jewelry khareede.







Abbu hamesha mazak karte “shiny cheezon par paise barbaad” ke baare mein, lekin dil se kabhi bura nahi maante;
unki khushi dekhna hi kafi tha. Us din unhone ek khubsurat gold necklace chuni dangling pendants wali aur
matching jhumka earrings – sequined gown ke liye perfect.


Is beech ghar par, Jabir aur main living room par qabza kar chuke the, controllers haath mein, poori tarah GTA ke
garam muqable mein doobe hue. TV engine ki goonj aur dramatic music se goonj raha tha jab hum virtual traffic
mein daud rahe the, ek doosre par chillate hue.


“Woh shortcut le – left, left!” main chillaya, aage jhuk kar.
“Nahi yaar, woh trap hai – cops har jagah!” Jabir ne jawab diya, buttons zor se dabate hue. “Ha! Boost – main nikal
gaya!”


Chase ke beech darwaza khula, aur ammi shopping bags chhupaaye andar aayi. Woh ruki, haath kamar par,
afra-tafri ka jaayza lete hue.


“Lads! Yeh kya shor? Pura mohalla jaga doge. Game band karo aur Zuhr padho – waqt nikal gaya.”
Humne screen pause kiya, guilty nazrein milaaye. “Ammi, please – bas yeh mission khatam kar len,” maine minnat ki.
“Turant namaaz padh lenge, wada.”






“Haan Shahida Aunty,” Jabir ne saath diya. “Yeh big heist hai – itne qareeb pahunch gaye!”
Nafisa ne kitchen se sar nikala, abhi bhi hilati hui. “Oh chhod do unhen thodi der, Shahida. Dekho chehre – Eid ki
excitement ubal rahi hai. Thoda shor kisne rok diya, aaj ke din.”


Ammi ne aah bhari lekin muskurahat chhupa na saki, aayi aur mere baalon ko pyar se sehlaya. “Theek, jeet gaye
tum – is baar. Lekin volume dheemi, aur jaldi namaaz. Mere chhote shararti... jab bade ho kar chale jaoge to kya
karungi?”


Hum dheeme se cheer kiye, game low volume par jaari rakha jabki bade baatein karne lage. “Curry khoobsurat
ban rahi hai,” Nafisa ne kaha. “Tumhari recipe bilkul – extra tamatar teekhapan ke liye.”
Ammi ne qadr se sar hilaya. “Khushboo se lag raha. Oh, aur Nafisa – bagicha sookha lag raha. Pichhle saal lagaye
gulab wilting kar rahe. Abhi paani daal aati hoon; shaam ki hawa achchi lagegi.”


“Achcha idea,” Nafisa maani. “Fresh air cooking marathon se pehle.”
Jab ammi hose le kar courtyard ki taraf gayin, main Jabir se bola. “Pause kar Jabir, pyaas lag rahi. Peeche kitchen
se paani le aata hoon. Tujhe glass?”
“Nahi, main theek – jaldi aa, warna bina tere shuru kar dunga.”


Doosri kitchen shaant thi, peeche wali badi khidki se padosi ghar dikhte the. Dhoop sunehri dhaaron mein andar
aa rahi thi jab main filter se glass bhara, thanda paani maze se piya.
Gaming ke josh ke baad thanda paani kitna sukoon deta tha.


Phir, be-jaane khidki se dekhte hue, meri nazar bagal mein harkat par padi.
Wahi woh rugged aadmi, apne gate ki taraf tezi se ja raha, chehre par wahi sakht expression. Paas se dekhne mein
bilkul Jabir ki description match kar raha: mazboot jabda, kaali teekhi aankhein, gaal par halka daag, toothpick
dheere dheere honthon ke beech ghumta hua.


Usmein woh criminal jaisa aura tha – chaude kandhe, maqsad bhara chal, aisa aadmi jo shaant gali mein nahi
balki andheri galiyon mein lagta tha.
Lekin jo mujhe hairan kar gaya, paani par gale ruk gaya, woh jawan aurat jo uske bagal mein chal rahi thi.


Lag bhag 25 saal ki, uske baazu se halke se chipki hui, tight kaali trousers mein jo pairon ko hug kar rahi thin aur
saada safed t-shirt jo uski curves ko zahir kar rahi thi – sexy, confident, lambi leherdar baal hansne ke saath
uchal rahe jab usne kuch dheeme bola.
Woh casually cigarette pee raha tha, ek baazu uski kamar par possessively.






Mera pehla khayaal: beti? Shayad Eid visit ke liye, lekin kya woh '. bhi hai? Yeh samjha deta – responsible,
protective lag raha, andar le ja raha. To Jabir ne overreact kiya; aadmi sirf private family man tha jo beti ke
saath lekin main sirf guess kar raha, mujhe pata nahi.


Phir bhi, woh gate par ruka, sadak scan karta hua – bayen, dayen, oopar rooftops tak. Aurat pehle andar gayi,
kandhe par se playful muskurahat phenk kar.


Phir, slow motion mein, uski aankhein aakhri baar idhar udhar – teekhi, hisaab lagati, shikaari jaisi. Mera dil ruk
gaya; main curtain ke peeche chhup gaya instinctively, glass abhi haath mein. Mujhe yakeen nahi tha us par to use
pata nahi chalna chahiye tha ki main ghoor raha hoon.


Usne gehra kash liya, dhuaan chhoda jo hawa mein latka raha, cigarette abhi muh mein, darwaza zor se band kiya.
Maine jhatka saak kar ignore kiya aur bilkul parwah nahi ki kyunki mera koi lena dena nahi tha aur Jabir ke paas
wapas game jaari karne chala gaya. Zindagi chalti rahi.


Eid-ul-Fitr ki subah roshan aur khushi bhari thi. Masjid mein khususi namaaz ke baad, jahaan takbeeron aur “Eid
Mubarak” ke gale milne se goonj rahi thi, hamara bara gharana aur padosi ek bade community hall mein jama hue.
Jagah badal chuki thi – rang birange banners, khane se ladhi mezein, lively dance floor jahaan speakers bhangra
beats aur popular songs chala rahe the.


Abbu aur maine mazak mein outfits match kiye – cream suits subtle gold embroidery wale, perfect tailored. “Baap
beta, show chura lenge,” unhone mazak kiya jab humne ghar se nikalne se pehle ek doosre ke collar theek kiye,
dono sharp aur fakhr se.


Lekin ammi – unhone sabka saans rok liya. Abbu ne secretly ek stunning gown banwayi thi: floor-length lambi
aasteen wali, bodycon silhouette jo figure ko elegant tareeqe se contour karti thi jabki poora parda. Multicolored
sequins vertical stripes mein behte hue, har roshni pakad kar rainbow ki tarah chamakte.


Unhone custom work par achcha kharch kiya tha, chahte the woh queen jaisi mehsoos karen – khubsurat, confident
, aur apne usoolon ke saath. Nayi jewelry gale aur kaanon mein chamakti hui, halka makeup features ko enhance
karta hua, woh pure elegance radiate kar rahi thin.






Hall energy se goonj raha tha – gharane mil rahe, bachche guubare daudaa rahe, khalaen outfits compare kar rahi.
Ammi apne element mein thi, lively aur hans rahi, sequins chamakte hue jab woh bheed mein sabko salaam karti
guzarti thin.


Main zyada der door na reh saka. Dance floor ke paas unhen dekhte hi daud pada. “Ammi! Mere saath dance karna
padega – koi bahana nahi!”
Woh mudin, aankhein mock surprise se chaudi phir pyar se narm. “Beta, dekho tum – suit mein kitne handsome.
Theek, ek dance, lekin mere pairon par mat kadam rakhna!”


Hum floor par shamil hue, haath jude hue music ke saath. “Tum yahan sabse khubsurat aurat ho,” maine sachche
dil se kaha, simple steps mein guide karte hue. “Yeh gown – abbu ne achcha kiya.”
Woh hansi, khushi bhari awaaz jo sar ghuma deti thi. “Kiya na? Lekin tum – kitni jaldi bade ho rahe. Jaldi hi apni
umar ki kisi special ke saath nachoge.”


Maine muh banaya. “Kabhi nahi. Tum forever meri favorite partner. Batao apna pasandeeda Eid memory – jab tum
meri umar ki thin.”
Jaise hum jhool rahe the, unhone gaon ki saadgi bhari celebrations ki kahaniyan sunayi – saadha lekin pyar se bhara.
Perfect tha.


Baad mein, saans phooli hui, unhone mera gaal thapthapaya. “Bas ab – jaao Jabir dhoondo aur thodi masoom shararat
karo. Nafisa akhirkaar aa gayi; mujhe usse baat karni.”
Main chala gaya, jabki ammi apni dost ke paas gayin.


“Nafisa! Lo aa gayi – fikr ho rahi thi,” ammi ne kaha, garam jhappi mein kheenchte hue. “Eid Mubarak! Itni der kyun?
Masjid mein miss kiya.”






Nafisa ne dramatic aah bhari, dupatta theek karte hue. “Eid Mubarak, Shahida! Traffic aur mera shauhar blame karo,
jo ek ghante shoes decide nahi kar paya. Tum to – wow! Yeh gown stunning hai. Ghumo, dikhao.”


Ammi dheere ghumi, sequins chamke. “Hussain ki den. Aur tum bhi kitni achchi lag rahi – yeh rang suit karta.”
Jaldi hi Rubina shamil ho gayi, Nafisa ki baatein karne wali dost mohalle ke paar se. “Ladies! Eid Mubarak! Shahida,
tum chamak rahi ho – nayi jewelry bhi? Sab batao.”


Teeno asaan baaton mein doob gayin – outfits compare, sheer khurma recipes, bachchon ki shararaton par hansi.
Hall ke paar, abbu ne bheed mein ammi ki nazar pakdi aur gallant bow ke saath haath badhaya. “My lady, ek dance ke
liye chura loon?”


Unki muskurahat roshan, bina hichak haath thaama. “Chura lo, kind sir, tum mere shauhar jo ho.”
Woh saath graceful chale, saalon ka saath har qadam mein zahir. Unke saamne, ammi ke haath unke kandhon par, kamar
music ke saath dheere jhoolti, gown jaise liquid light behti hui. Woh dheeme meethi baatein karte – inside jokes, pyar
bhara mazak – celebration mein apne bubble mein kho gaye.






Din pure khushi tha: beinteha khana, dil se jhappiyaan, Eidi lifafe, hansi dopahar tak goonjti rahi. Hum tab tak nache
jab tak pair dard na karne lage, khaya jab tak pet na bhar jaaye, har pal ko cherish kiya.


Shaam dhalte hi hum ghar ki taraf car mein sawar hue, thake hue lekin sukoon se. Padosi ghar se guzarte hue maine
casually dekha. Wahi woh rugged aadmi, jiska naam abhi bhi nahi jaanta, ek aur aurat ko andar le ja raha tha, yeh ab lag
bhag 30 saal ki chamkile peele salwar kameez mein, hans rahi thi darwaze ke andar gayab hote hue.


Maine zyada na socha – shayad aur rishtedaar ya dost. Achcha hai unke liye; aise din pyar aur saath celebrate karna chahiye.
Ghar karib 9 baje pahunche, raat ke aasman mein taare chamak rahe. Ammi araamdeh baingani nightdress mein badal
gayin – narm behta kapda relax ke liye perfect – aur kitchen mein leftovers garam karne chali gayin late-night feast ke
liye.



Abbu sofa par baith gaye, remote haath mein, mutmaeen aah ke saath channels badalte.
Unhone namaaz bhi padhi. Woh kabhi namaaz nahi choodti.





Jaldi hi hum dinner table par jama hue: garam biryani, taza salad, garam naan. Baatein behti rahi – hall ke mazedaar pal
yaad karte, agle din ke visits plan karte.
“Yaad hai Uncle Farooq dance floor par phisla?” abbu hansa.
Ammi hansi. “Bechaara – lekin style se recover kiya!”


Khane ke baad main maafi maang kar haath dhone doosri kitchen mein gaya, sabse shaant jagah. Paani pairon par behta
hua, maine aadat se khidki se dekha.
Phir harkat. Woh aadmi – ab ek aur aurat ko andar le ja raha. Doosron se alag, neeli saree mein, familiar asani se andar
ja rahi. Ab bhi cigarette muh mein.






Main ruk gaya, bhoonh chadhaayi. Phir ek? Subah, dopahar, ab raat? Shubha ubhar aaya. Yeh saadhi family visits nahi lag
rahi. Itni alag alag auratein kyun aa rahi aur ja rahi?

Yeh sawaal dimagh mein latka raha jab main haath ponchh raha tha, Eid ki khushi ab us enigmatic padosi ke baare mein
dheemi si bechaini se bhari hui

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Lajawab

[Bimal]

Fantastic and fascinating writing.