02-11-2025, 10:54 PM
Mandap mehmanon se khacha-khach bhara hua tha.Stage par, Qazi Sahab baith chuke the. Akram, safed sherwani mein, sir jhukaaye baitha tha. Saima Khala ko bhi laal jode mein, zewaron se ladi, stage ke ek taraf bithaaya gaya tha.Qazi Sahab ne Nikaah ka khutbah (sermon) shuru kiya. Unki gambheer (serious) awaaz microphone mein goonji. Poore hall mein ekdum... khamoshi chha gayi.
Sab log khamoshi se sun rahe the.Buzurg aadmiyon ne apne sir jhuka liye the, unki nazrein zameen par theen, jaise har lafz ko apne andar utaar rahe hon. Aurtein, jinhone abhi tak apne dupatte shaan se daale hue the, unhone... ehtiraaman (respectfully)... apne sarr... thode aur dhak liye the.
Main ek pillar se tek lagaaye khada tha. Mujhe wahaan se poora raushan stage aur poora Mandap saaf nazar aa raha tha.
Ammi tezi se Najma Aunty aur doosri aurton ke beech jaa kar khadi ho gayin. Woh stage ke qareeb, left side par theen. Unhone apne sunehre dupatte ko 'ehtraaman' (respectfully) apne sarr par halka sa kheench liya tha. Unki nazrein seedhi stage par jami theen.Ek mukammal, shareef, deen-daar (pious) aurat ke jaise.
Doosri taraf, mardon ke section mein, Vishal apne doston ke saath khada tha. Uski kamar stage ki taraf thi. Woh Qazi ko nahi dekh raha tha, jaise woh iss sab se bezaar (bored) ho.
Hall mein baithe har shakhs ki tamaam tawajjo Qazi Sahab par thi.Qazi Sahab ne Saima Khala ke wakeel (representative) se poochna shuru kiya. Unki awaaz hall ki bhaari khamoshi mein goonji. Sab log saansein roke, uss sawaal-o-jawaab ko sun rahe the.
Aur tabhi, uss khamoshi ke beech, maine dekha.Vishal ne, jo ab tak bore ho raha tha, apni jeb se apna phone nikaala. Uski screen raushan hui. Uski chamak ne ek pal ke liye uske chehre ko neela kar diya. Woh apne doston ke jhund mein thoda peeche ho gaya, taaki uski yeh harqat koi dekh na sake.
Aur theek. Theek ussi pal.Jaise kisi ne koi button dabaya ho, jaise yeh sab plan kiya gaya ho.Hall ke doosre kone mein, Ammi ke haath mein, jo unhone 'adab' se saamne baandh rakhe the, unka phone vibrate hua.
Yeh vibration itni halki thi ki unke aas-paas khadi aurton ko, jo Nikaah mein magn (engrossed) theen, kuch bhi pata nahi chala.Lekin maine dekh liya.
Ammi ne fauran ek pal ke liye idhar-udhar dekha. Unki nazar tezi se bheed par phiri, mujhpar se bina ruke guzar gayi, jaise main wahaan tha hi nahi.Jab unhein tassalli ho gayi ki koi unhein nahi dekh raha, unhone bohot aahista se, apne sunehre dupatte ki oat (cover) mein, apne phone ki screen ko dekha.
Unke chehre par koi ta'assur (expression) nahi tha. Wahi 'deen-daar' chehra jo Qazi Sahab ko sun raha tha.Magar, uss be-ta'assur chehre ke neeche, unke angoothe (thumbs) chalne lage.
Woh type kar rahi theen.Stage par Qazi Sahab ki gambheer awaaz goonj rahi thi, "...Haq Meher ki raqm..."
Aur yahaan neeche meri Ammi apne aashiq ko message kar rahi thi.
Maine fauran doosri taraf Vishal ko dekha.Usne apna phone dekha, aur uske honthon ke kone ek muskuraahat mein upar uth gaye. Yeh wahi gandi, knowing smile thi.Usne fauran tezi se jawaab type kiya.
Aur idhar, Ammi ke chehre par, wohi 'muted berry' lipstick waale honth dabb gaye. Aisa laga jaise woh ek hansi, ek khushi, zabardasti rok rahi hon.
"Qubool hai."
Jaise hi Saima Khala ki awaaz Mandap mein goonji, Nikaah poora ho gaya.
Qazi Sahab ne du'a ke liye haath uthaaye. Jaise hi du'a khatam hui, Mandap ki khamoshi ekdum se tooti.
"MUBARAK HO! MUBARAK HO!"
Poori jagah ekdum se shor, hansii aur aawazon se zinda ho uthi. Log apni jagahon se uth khade hue. Har koi dulha-dulhan ko mubarakbaad dene ke liye stage ki taraf badhne laga.Ek chaos (afra-tafri) ka mahaul tha.
Ammi, jinhone abhi tak 'deen-daar' chehra bana rakha tha, unhone fauran apna sunehra dupatta sarr se utaar kar waapis shaan se kandhe par daal liya. Unke chehre par ab wahi 'perfect guest' waali, khilkhilaati muskurahat thi.
"Arey, Mubarak ho, Najma Mami!" Woh zor se hansti huin, Najma Aunty aur doosri aurton ke saath, stage ki taraf badhne lageen.
Doosri taraf, Vishal bhi apne doston ke jhund se nikla. Woh bhi, Akram ko mubarakbaad dene, stage ki taraf chal pada.
Main pillar ke paas se hatta. Main bhi bheed ke saath ho liya. Main Ammi aur Nani ke theek peeche chalne laga. Itna qareeb ki main unki har khus-phus (whisper) sun sakta tha. Itna qareeb ki Ammi ke mehenge perfume ki mehak mujhe ghutan de rahi thi.
Bheed mein dhakkam-pel (jostling) ho rahi thi. Mardon aur aurton ke jhund aapas mein mil rahe the, sab stage ki taraf badh rahe the.
Aur tabhi, Vishal, jo apne doston ke saath tha, 'coincidentally' raasta kaat-ta hua, Ammi aur Nani ke theek saamne aa gaya.
"Nani ! Mubarak ho!" usne jhuk kar, ek charming (dilkash) muskurahat ke saath kaha.
"Khair Mubarak, beta!" Nani ne khushi se uske sarr par haath rakha.
Phir woh Ammi ki aur mooda aur Usne Ammi ko... oopar se neeche tak... dekha. Yeh ek second se bhi kam waqt ke liye hua.
"Mubarak ho... Aisha Ji," usne 'Ji' lafz par itna zor diya, jaise mazaaq uda raha ho.
"Khair Mubarak," Ammi ne fauran nazrein churaate hue kaha.
"Finally Akram aur Saima ka Nikaah ho gya," Vishal ne kaha. Nani yeh sun kar muskura deen.
Lekin phir woh thoda aage jhuka aur bheed ke shor mein dheemi awaaz mein Ammi se kaha-
"Ekdum maal lag rahi ho iss jode mein."
Usne ek pal ka pause liya, uski nazrein Ammi ke honthon par theen.
"Khaas kar iss lipstick ke saath. Iska taste abhi tak yaad hai mujhe…."
Ammi ki aankhein dahshat se phail gayin. Unka haath foran unke honthon par gaya.
"Kya... kya keh rahe ho?" Nani ne shor mein theek se suna nahi.
"Main keh raha tha, Nani ," Vishal ne fauran Nani ki taraf mudte hue kaha, "Akram ekdum kamaal laga raha hai iss jode mein."
Aur phir usne Ammi ke seene ki aur dekhte hue kaha-
"Khaas kar yeh jo... emboidery ka kaam hai...uska ubhaar bohot badhiya dikh raha hai…. Bilkul perfect."
Nani Akram ki aur dekh rahi thi. Unhone jawab diya- "Haan haan, bohot nafees (fine) kaam hai."
Ammi ka chehra shokh (playful), sharaarti... khushi se... laal ho gaya tha.Unhone apna haath uthaaya... jaise woh use maarna (slap) chahti hon.
"Marungi!" Unke honth (lips) yeh lafz, bina awaaz ke, bole aur phir ek... bebaak (bold/uncontrolled)... muskurahat mein... khil gaye.
"Kya hua?" Nani ne palat kar unhein dekha.
Ammi ne fauran... apne uss uthe hue haath se... apne sunehre dupatte ko shaan se theek kiya... aur khilkhila kar hans padeen. "Kuch nahi, Ma! Main bas Akram ko dekh kar hans rahi thi... bechara kitna ghabra (nervous) raha hai!"
“Haan….woh to hai…” Nani ne kaha.
"H-Humein...ab stage par jaana chahiye," Ammi ne kaha aur Nani ko kheenchte hue aage badh gayin. Main bhi unke saath aage badhne laga.
Vishal wahin khada raha. Hamari nazar ek pal ke liye mili aur Usne mujhe dekh kar... aankh maari (winked).
Aur phir... Akram ko pukaarta hua... stage ki taraf chala gaya.
Mera khoon ubal pada.Yeh sirf text par nahi tha. Yeh ab sabke saamne ho raha tha.
Maine Vishal ko dekha. Woh stage par chadha, Akram se hans kar gale mila. Phir, Saima Khala ko door se hi 'adaab' kiya.
Lekin phir... woh stage par ruka nahi.
Usne Akram ke kaan mein kuch kaha, hansaa, aur stage ki doosri taraf se, jahaan raushni kam thi, utar gaya aur bheed mein gayab ho gaya.
Hum log stage par chadhe. Stage par Saima khala ko gher kar bahut saree aurtein aur rishtedar khadi theen. Sab unko baari baari se gale laga rahi thee aur Mubarakbaad dene ke sath sath Lifafa ya gift bhi de rahi theen.
Usko dekh kar Naani bhi peeche mudi aur jaise achanak kuch yaad aaya ho aise kaha-
“Arrey Aisha…Hamara lifafa to nikalo beta..”
"Oh! Haan Ma!" Ammi ekdum se ghabra gayin.
Unke ek haath mein unka chhota sa sunehra clutch tha. Doosre haath mein unka phone.
Main unke bilkul peeche khada tha. Woh apne clutch mein se do lifafa nikaalte hue meri aur moodi aur kaha-
"Sahil! Ise pakdo zara. hum Saima ko yeh de kar aate hai,"
Aur unhone, bina soche, apna clutch aur phone... mere haath mein thama diya.
"Main bas do minute mein aayi!"
Aur woh, Nani ke saath, lifafa haath mein liye, khushi se muskuraati hui... Saima Khala ki taraf badh gayin.
Aur main stage ki tez roshni Main wahin khada raha.Mere ird gird logon ka hujum tha jo Akram aur saima khala ko mubarak baad dene ke liye apne turn ki raah dekh rahe the.
Main Ammi ka clutch aur phone le kar stage se utar gaya aur Mandap mein ek khali chair par baith gaya.
Ammi ka phone to lock tha Lekin main unka password jaanta tha. Ek aasaan sa 'L' shape.
Mera dil meri chhaati mein ek hathode (hammer) ki tarah bajne laga. Maine stage ki taraf dekha. Ammi abhi bhi Saima khala se milne ke liye aurton ke beech khadi theen. Photographer unki tasveerein le raha tha.
Mere haath kaanp rahe the.Maine... screen par... woh 'L' shape... bana diya aur Phone unlock ho gaya.
Maine unka whats app khola-
V: Bada boring lag raha hai yaar.
Ammi: Hamari shadiyan to aisi hi hoti hai.
V: But ek baat to hai..Dulhan se zyada hot to tum lag rahi ho…
Ammi:Bakwas nahi..
V:Kasam se…mere sabhi doston ne ek baar to tumhe dekha hi hai…
Ammi: Shut up…
V: Sach mein…aur guarantee ke sath keh raha hun sab salon ka tight ho gaya hoga.
Ammi:Bus han…Bahut ho raha hai…
V: Bahut hi to karna hai tumhare saath..
Ammi: Chup karo Vishal. Log aas paas hain. Ma dekh legi.
V: Dekhne do. Main toh bas tumhare sexy honthon ko dekh raha hun. Yeh kal raat wali hi lipstick hai na?
V: Dekhne do. Main toh bas tumhare sexy honthon ko dekh raha hun. Yeh kal raat wali hi lipstick hai na?
Ammi: Haan… par ab chup.
V: Shade ka naam to batao. Kal raat taste kiya tha, aaj naam bhi jaan loon.
Ammi: Pagal ho? Nikaah chal raha hai, tameez se baat karo.
V: Tameez se hi toh keh raha hoon - aaj tum sab se zyada chamak rahi ho.
Ammi: Drama band karo, Vishal.
V: Theek hai, lekin ek baat… tumne kaan ke peeche halka sa perfume lagaya hai na? Woh hi jo mujhe pagal kar deta hai?.
Ammi: Tum zyada notice karte ho.
V: Itni haseen jo ho. Meri nazar kahin aur jaati hi nahi-khaas kar tumhare mammon ki golaai. neckline se halka sa cleavage dikh raha hai, kameez ke neeche ka bhara hua ubhaar bilkul pagal kar raha hai.
Ammi: Bas, ab bas. Ma yahin khadi hai.
V: Ma ko bolo, unki beti ko zara hawa chahiye. Main hawa hoon.
Ammi: Tum bahut badmaash ho.
V: Aur tum bahut khoobsurat.
Ammi: Vishal, control.
V: Control kaise karu?
Ammi: Kazi sahab dua maang rahe hai...Main phone band karti hun...
V:Nahi...nahi....ruko....kal raat se main sirf tumhare baare mein hi soch raha hun.
Ammi: Vishal please...stop...koi notice kar lega...
V: Theek hai baba....suno....Do minute ke liye kitchen ke piche waali corridor mein aa jao. Bheed bhi nahi hoti wahan.
Ammi: Abhi namumkin.
V: Toh phir ek selfie bhej do. Sirf lips… bas lipstick ki ....
Ammi: Bilkul nahi.
Main stage se thoda door, uss khali chair par baith kar yeh sab padh raha tha, mera dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Ammi ka phone mere haathon mein tha, aur WhatsApp ki screen par unka aur Vishal ka chat khula hua tha. Yeh sab padh kar mera sar ghum raha tha. Yeh sirf messages nahi the, yeh unki gandi baatein thi, jo woh Nikaah ke darmiyan kar rahe the. Jaise poori duniya unke liye ruk gayi ho. Main neeche scroll kiya, aur chat aage badhi. Yeh abhi khatam nahi hui thi. Unhone aur baatein ki thi, aur woh... plan bana rahe the. Mera khoon aur zyada ubalne laga.
V: Please yaar, ek selfie. Bas lips ki. Main yahan bore ho raha hoon.
Ammi: Nahi Vishal. Log har taraf hain. Photographer bhi tasveerein le raha hai.
V: Toh theek hai, mat bhejo. Lekin suno, abhi stage par jaa kar mubarakbaad de do. Uske baad, thoda time nikaal lo. Haweli ke peeche waala store room yaad hai? Jo khali hai, aur wahan koi nahi jaata.
Ammi: Kya? Abhi? Pagal ho gaye ho? Sab log yahan hain.
V: Exactly, sab log yahan mandap mein busy hain. Koi notice nahi karega. Bas 5 minute. Main pehle pahunch jaunga. Door lock kar lenge. Kal raat ki tarah... bas ek quick kiss.
Ammi: Vishal... please. Sahil bhi yahan hai. Aur Ma. Agar kisi ne dekh liya to?
V: Sahil busy hoga apne doston ke saath. Aur Nani to abhi Saima ke saath khadi hain. Come on, Aisha. Tumhare uss perfume ki mehak abhi tak mere dimag mein hai. Please yaar mana mat karo…
Ammi: Tum bahut zyada insist kar rahe ho. Lekin... theek hai. Mubarakbaad de kar try karti hoon. Lekin sirf 2 minute. Aur kuch nahi.
V: Promise? Main abhi nikal raha hoon. Store room ke andar wait karunga. Aa jao jaldi.
Ammi: Haan. Bas careful rehna.
Chat yahin khatam ho gayi thi. Last message Ammi ka tha, jo kuch minute pehle bheja gaya tha. Mera haath phone par jam gaya. Yeh... yeh abhi ho raha tha? Vishal abhi store room mein wait kar raha hoga? Aur Ammi... woh abhi stage par thi, lekin jaldi hi nikalne waali thi?
Maine jaldi se phone band kiya aur lock kar diya. Mera dimag ghum raha tha. Yeh haweli purani thi, mandap ke peeche waala hissa khali tha, store room wahan tha jahan purane saman rakha jaata tha. Koi wahan nahi jaata, especially aisi shaadi mein. Maine aur stage ki taraf dekha. Ammi abhi bhi wahan thi, Saima Khala se gale mil rahi thi, Nani ke saath hans rahi thi. Lekin unki nazar idhar-udhar thi, jaise time dekh rahi hon.
Mera khoon ab aur zyada garam ho gaya. Yeh sabke saamne flirt kar rahe the, aur ab milne ka plan? Main yeh bardasht nahi kar sakta tha.
Main wahin khada raha, apne dil ki dhadkanon ko sunta hua. Ammi stage se utar kar, dheere dheere bheed ko cheerti hui, meri taraf aa rahi thi. Unka chehra abhi bhi khila khila tha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho, lekin unki aankhein... woh jaldi mein thi.
Woh mere paas pahunchi, aur mujhe dekh kar muskura di. "Arre Sahil, yeh lo, main aa gayi. Clutch aur phone de do."
Mera haath kanp raha tha, lekin maine unhein clutch aur phone pakda diya, bina kuch kahe. Unhone jaldi se clutch khola, phone andar daala, aur phir mujhe dekha. "Beta, main zara washroom jaa rahi hoon. Thoda fresh ho jaaun. Tum yahin raho, Nani ke paas jaa kar baitho."
Washroom? Main jaanta tha yeh jhooth tha. Store room washroom se bilkul alag taraf tha. Lekin maine sirf sar hila diya, kuch nahi kaha. Gussa andar hi andar ubal raha tha, lekin main abhi kuch nahi kar sakta tha. Woh muskura kar palti, aur bheed mein ghul mil gayi, haweli ke peeche waale hisse ki taraf badhti hui.
Sab log khamoshi se sun rahe the.Buzurg aadmiyon ne apne sir jhuka liye the, unki nazrein zameen par theen, jaise har lafz ko apne andar utaar rahe hon. Aurtein, jinhone abhi tak apne dupatte shaan se daale hue the, unhone... ehtiraaman (respectfully)... apne sarr... thode aur dhak liye the.
Main ek pillar se tek lagaaye khada tha. Mujhe wahaan se poora raushan stage aur poora Mandap saaf nazar aa raha tha.
Ammi tezi se Najma Aunty aur doosri aurton ke beech jaa kar khadi ho gayin. Woh stage ke qareeb, left side par theen. Unhone apne sunehre dupatte ko 'ehtraaman' (respectfully) apne sarr par halka sa kheench liya tha. Unki nazrein seedhi stage par jami theen.Ek mukammal, shareef, deen-daar (pious) aurat ke jaise.
Doosri taraf, mardon ke section mein, Vishal apne doston ke saath khada tha. Uski kamar stage ki taraf thi. Woh Qazi ko nahi dekh raha tha, jaise woh iss sab se bezaar (bored) ho.
Hall mein baithe har shakhs ki tamaam tawajjo Qazi Sahab par thi.Qazi Sahab ne Saima Khala ke wakeel (representative) se poochna shuru kiya. Unki awaaz hall ki bhaari khamoshi mein goonji. Sab log saansein roke, uss sawaal-o-jawaab ko sun rahe the.
Aur tabhi, uss khamoshi ke beech, maine dekha.Vishal ne, jo ab tak bore ho raha tha, apni jeb se apna phone nikaala. Uski screen raushan hui. Uski chamak ne ek pal ke liye uske chehre ko neela kar diya. Woh apne doston ke jhund mein thoda peeche ho gaya, taaki uski yeh harqat koi dekh na sake.
Aur theek. Theek ussi pal.Jaise kisi ne koi button dabaya ho, jaise yeh sab plan kiya gaya ho.Hall ke doosre kone mein, Ammi ke haath mein, jo unhone 'adab' se saamne baandh rakhe the, unka phone vibrate hua.
Yeh vibration itni halki thi ki unke aas-paas khadi aurton ko, jo Nikaah mein magn (engrossed) theen, kuch bhi pata nahi chala.Lekin maine dekh liya.
Ammi ne fauran ek pal ke liye idhar-udhar dekha. Unki nazar tezi se bheed par phiri, mujhpar se bina ruke guzar gayi, jaise main wahaan tha hi nahi.Jab unhein tassalli ho gayi ki koi unhein nahi dekh raha, unhone bohot aahista se, apne sunehre dupatte ki oat (cover) mein, apne phone ki screen ko dekha.
Unke chehre par koi ta'assur (expression) nahi tha. Wahi 'deen-daar' chehra jo Qazi Sahab ko sun raha tha.Magar, uss be-ta'assur chehre ke neeche, unke angoothe (thumbs) chalne lage.
Woh type kar rahi theen.Stage par Qazi Sahab ki gambheer awaaz goonj rahi thi, "...Haq Meher ki raqm..."
Aur yahaan neeche meri Ammi apne aashiq ko message kar rahi thi.
Maine fauran doosri taraf Vishal ko dekha.Usne apna phone dekha, aur uske honthon ke kone ek muskuraahat mein upar uth gaye. Yeh wahi gandi, knowing smile thi.Usne fauran tezi se jawaab type kiya.
Aur idhar, Ammi ke chehre par, wohi 'muted berry' lipstick waale honth dabb gaye. Aisa laga jaise woh ek hansi, ek khushi, zabardasti rok rahi hon.
"Qubool hai."
Jaise hi Saima Khala ki awaaz Mandap mein goonji, Nikaah poora ho gaya.
Qazi Sahab ne du'a ke liye haath uthaaye. Jaise hi du'a khatam hui, Mandap ki khamoshi ekdum se tooti.
"MUBARAK HO! MUBARAK HO!"
Poori jagah ekdum se shor, hansii aur aawazon se zinda ho uthi. Log apni jagahon se uth khade hue. Har koi dulha-dulhan ko mubarakbaad dene ke liye stage ki taraf badhne laga.Ek chaos (afra-tafri) ka mahaul tha.
Ammi, jinhone abhi tak 'deen-daar' chehra bana rakha tha, unhone fauran apna sunehra dupatta sarr se utaar kar waapis shaan se kandhe par daal liya. Unke chehre par ab wahi 'perfect guest' waali, khilkhilaati muskurahat thi.
"Arey, Mubarak ho, Najma Mami!" Woh zor se hansti huin, Najma Aunty aur doosri aurton ke saath, stage ki taraf badhne lageen.
Doosri taraf, Vishal bhi apne doston ke jhund se nikla. Woh bhi, Akram ko mubarakbaad dene, stage ki taraf chal pada.
Main pillar ke paas se hatta. Main bhi bheed ke saath ho liya. Main Ammi aur Nani ke theek peeche chalne laga. Itna qareeb ki main unki har khus-phus (whisper) sun sakta tha. Itna qareeb ki Ammi ke mehenge perfume ki mehak mujhe ghutan de rahi thi.
Bheed mein dhakkam-pel (jostling) ho rahi thi. Mardon aur aurton ke jhund aapas mein mil rahe the, sab stage ki taraf badh rahe the.
Aur tabhi, Vishal, jo apne doston ke saath tha, 'coincidentally' raasta kaat-ta hua, Ammi aur Nani ke theek saamne aa gaya.
"Nani ! Mubarak ho!" usne jhuk kar, ek charming (dilkash) muskurahat ke saath kaha.
"Khair Mubarak, beta!" Nani ne khushi se uske sarr par haath rakha.
Phir woh Ammi ki aur mooda aur Usne Ammi ko... oopar se neeche tak... dekha. Yeh ek second se bhi kam waqt ke liye hua.
"Mubarak ho... Aisha Ji," usne 'Ji' lafz par itna zor diya, jaise mazaaq uda raha ho.
"Khair Mubarak," Ammi ne fauran nazrein churaate hue kaha.
"Finally Akram aur Saima ka Nikaah ho gya," Vishal ne kaha. Nani yeh sun kar muskura deen.
Lekin phir woh thoda aage jhuka aur bheed ke shor mein dheemi awaaz mein Ammi se kaha-
"Ekdum maal lag rahi ho iss jode mein."
Usne ek pal ka pause liya, uski nazrein Ammi ke honthon par theen.
"Khaas kar iss lipstick ke saath. Iska taste abhi tak yaad hai mujhe…."
Ammi ki aankhein dahshat se phail gayin. Unka haath foran unke honthon par gaya.
"Kya... kya keh rahe ho?" Nani ne shor mein theek se suna nahi.
"Main keh raha tha, Nani ," Vishal ne fauran Nani ki taraf mudte hue kaha, "Akram ekdum kamaal laga raha hai iss jode mein."
Aur phir usne Ammi ke seene ki aur dekhte hue kaha-
"Khaas kar yeh jo... emboidery ka kaam hai...uska ubhaar bohot badhiya dikh raha hai…. Bilkul perfect."
Nani Akram ki aur dekh rahi thi. Unhone jawab diya- "Haan haan, bohot nafees (fine) kaam hai."
Ammi ka chehra shokh (playful), sharaarti... khushi se... laal ho gaya tha.Unhone apna haath uthaaya... jaise woh use maarna (slap) chahti hon.
"Marungi!" Unke honth (lips) yeh lafz, bina awaaz ke, bole aur phir ek... bebaak (bold/uncontrolled)... muskurahat mein... khil gaye.
"Kya hua?" Nani ne palat kar unhein dekha.
Ammi ne fauran... apne uss uthe hue haath se... apne sunehre dupatte ko shaan se theek kiya... aur khilkhila kar hans padeen. "Kuch nahi, Ma! Main bas Akram ko dekh kar hans rahi thi... bechara kitna ghabra (nervous) raha hai!"
“Haan….woh to hai…” Nani ne kaha.
"H-Humein...ab stage par jaana chahiye," Ammi ne kaha aur Nani ko kheenchte hue aage badh gayin. Main bhi unke saath aage badhne laga.
Vishal wahin khada raha. Hamari nazar ek pal ke liye mili aur Usne mujhe dekh kar... aankh maari (winked).
Aur phir... Akram ko pukaarta hua... stage ki taraf chala gaya.
Mera khoon ubal pada.Yeh sirf text par nahi tha. Yeh ab sabke saamne ho raha tha.
Maine Vishal ko dekha. Woh stage par chadha, Akram se hans kar gale mila. Phir, Saima Khala ko door se hi 'adaab' kiya.
Lekin phir... woh stage par ruka nahi.
Usne Akram ke kaan mein kuch kaha, hansaa, aur stage ki doosri taraf se, jahaan raushni kam thi, utar gaya aur bheed mein gayab ho gaya.
Hum log stage par chadhe. Stage par Saima khala ko gher kar bahut saree aurtein aur rishtedar khadi theen. Sab unko baari baari se gale laga rahi thee aur Mubarakbaad dene ke sath sath Lifafa ya gift bhi de rahi theen.
Usko dekh kar Naani bhi peeche mudi aur jaise achanak kuch yaad aaya ho aise kaha-
“Arrey Aisha…Hamara lifafa to nikalo beta..”
"Oh! Haan Ma!" Ammi ekdum se ghabra gayin.
Unke ek haath mein unka chhota sa sunehra clutch tha. Doosre haath mein unka phone.
Main unke bilkul peeche khada tha. Woh apne clutch mein se do lifafa nikaalte hue meri aur moodi aur kaha-
"Sahil! Ise pakdo zara. hum Saima ko yeh de kar aate hai,"
Aur unhone, bina soche, apna clutch aur phone... mere haath mein thama diya.
"Main bas do minute mein aayi!"
Aur woh, Nani ke saath, lifafa haath mein liye, khushi se muskuraati hui... Saima Khala ki taraf badh gayin.
Aur main stage ki tez roshni Main wahin khada raha.Mere ird gird logon ka hujum tha jo Akram aur saima khala ko mubarak baad dene ke liye apne turn ki raah dekh rahe the.
Main Ammi ka clutch aur phone le kar stage se utar gaya aur Mandap mein ek khali chair par baith gaya.
Ammi ka phone to lock tha Lekin main unka password jaanta tha. Ek aasaan sa 'L' shape.
Mera dil meri chhaati mein ek hathode (hammer) ki tarah bajne laga. Maine stage ki taraf dekha. Ammi abhi bhi Saima khala se milne ke liye aurton ke beech khadi theen. Photographer unki tasveerein le raha tha.
Mere haath kaanp rahe the.Maine... screen par... woh 'L' shape... bana diya aur Phone unlock ho gaya.
Maine unka whats app khola-
V: Bada boring lag raha hai yaar.
Ammi: Hamari shadiyan to aisi hi hoti hai.
V: But ek baat to hai..Dulhan se zyada hot to tum lag rahi ho…
Ammi:Bakwas nahi..
V:Kasam se…mere sabhi doston ne ek baar to tumhe dekha hi hai…
Ammi: Shut up…
V: Sach mein…aur guarantee ke sath keh raha hun sab salon ka tight ho gaya hoga.
Ammi:Bus han…Bahut ho raha hai…
V: Bahut hi to karna hai tumhare saath..
Ammi: Chup karo Vishal. Log aas paas hain. Ma dekh legi.
V: Dekhne do. Main toh bas tumhare sexy honthon ko dekh raha hun. Yeh kal raat wali hi lipstick hai na?
V: Dekhne do. Main toh bas tumhare sexy honthon ko dekh raha hun. Yeh kal raat wali hi lipstick hai na?
Ammi: Haan… par ab chup.
V: Shade ka naam to batao. Kal raat taste kiya tha, aaj naam bhi jaan loon.
Ammi: Pagal ho? Nikaah chal raha hai, tameez se baat karo.
V: Tameez se hi toh keh raha hoon - aaj tum sab se zyada chamak rahi ho.
Ammi: Drama band karo, Vishal.
V: Theek hai, lekin ek baat… tumne kaan ke peeche halka sa perfume lagaya hai na? Woh hi jo mujhe pagal kar deta hai?.
Ammi: Tum zyada notice karte ho.
V: Itni haseen jo ho. Meri nazar kahin aur jaati hi nahi-khaas kar tumhare mammon ki golaai. neckline se halka sa cleavage dikh raha hai, kameez ke neeche ka bhara hua ubhaar bilkul pagal kar raha hai.
Ammi: Bas, ab bas. Ma yahin khadi hai.
V: Ma ko bolo, unki beti ko zara hawa chahiye. Main hawa hoon.
Ammi: Tum bahut badmaash ho.
V: Aur tum bahut khoobsurat.
Ammi: Vishal, control.
V: Control kaise karu?
Ammi: Kazi sahab dua maang rahe hai...Main phone band karti hun...
V:Nahi...nahi....ruko....kal raat se main sirf tumhare baare mein hi soch raha hun.
Ammi: Vishal please...stop...koi notice kar lega...
V: Theek hai baba....suno....Do minute ke liye kitchen ke piche waali corridor mein aa jao. Bheed bhi nahi hoti wahan.
Ammi: Abhi namumkin.
V: Toh phir ek selfie bhej do. Sirf lips… bas lipstick ki ....
Ammi: Bilkul nahi.
Main stage se thoda door, uss khali chair par baith kar yeh sab padh raha tha, mera dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Ammi ka phone mere haathon mein tha, aur WhatsApp ki screen par unka aur Vishal ka chat khula hua tha. Yeh sab padh kar mera sar ghum raha tha. Yeh sirf messages nahi the, yeh unki gandi baatein thi, jo woh Nikaah ke darmiyan kar rahe the. Jaise poori duniya unke liye ruk gayi ho. Main neeche scroll kiya, aur chat aage badhi. Yeh abhi khatam nahi hui thi. Unhone aur baatein ki thi, aur woh... plan bana rahe the. Mera khoon aur zyada ubalne laga.
V: Please yaar, ek selfie. Bas lips ki. Main yahan bore ho raha hoon.
Ammi: Nahi Vishal. Log har taraf hain. Photographer bhi tasveerein le raha hai.
V: Toh theek hai, mat bhejo. Lekin suno, abhi stage par jaa kar mubarakbaad de do. Uske baad, thoda time nikaal lo. Haweli ke peeche waala store room yaad hai? Jo khali hai, aur wahan koi nahi jaata.
Ammi: Kya? Abhi? Pagal ho gaye ho? Sab log yahan hain.
V: Exactly, sab log yahan mandap mein busy hain. Koi notice nahi karega. Bas 5 minute. Main pehle pahunch jaunga. Door lock kar lenge. Kal raat ki tarah... bas ek quick kiss.
Ammi: Vishal... please. Sahil bhi yahan hai. Aur Ma. Agar kisi ne dekh liya to?
V: Sahil busy hoga apne doston ke saath. Aur Nani to abhi Saima ke saath khadi hain. Come on, Aisha. Tumhare uss perfume ki mehak abhi tak mere dimag mein hai. Please yaar mana mat karo…
Ammi: Tum bahut zyada insist kar rahe ho. Lekin... theek hai. Mubarakbaad de kar try karti hoon. Lekin sirf 2 minute. Aur kuch nahi.
V: Promise? Main abhi nikal raha hoon. Store room ke andar wait karunga. Aa jao jaldi.
Ammi: Haan. Bas careful rehna.
Chat yahin khatam ho gayi thi. Last message Ammi ka tha, jo kuch minute pehle bheja gaya tha. Mera haath phone par jam gaya. Yeh... yeh abhi ho raha tha? Vishal abhi store room mein wait kar raha hoga? Aur Ammi... woh abhi stage par thi, lekin jaldi hi nikalne waali thi?
Maine jaldi se phone band kiya aur lock kar diya. Mera dimag ghum raha tha. Yeh haweli purani thi, mandap ke peeche waala hissa khali tha, store room wahan tha jahan purane saman rakha jaata tha. Koi wahan nahi jaata, especially aisi shaadi mein. Maine aur stage ki taraf dekha. Ammi abhi bhi wahan thi, Saima Khala se gale mil rahi thi, Nani ke saath hans rahi thi. Lekin unki nazar idhar-udhar thi, jaise time dekh rahi hon.
Mera khoon ab aur zyada garam ho gaya. Yeh sabke saamne flirt kar rahe the, aur ab milne ka plan? Main yeh bardasht nahi kar sakta tha.
Main wahin khada raha, apne dil ki dhadkanon ko sunta hua. Ammi stage se utar kar, dheere dheere bheed ko cheerti hui, meri taraf aa rahi thi. Unka chehra abhi bhi khila khila tha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho, lekin unki aankhein... woh jaldi mein thi.
Woh mere paas pahunchi, aur mujhe dekh kar muskura di. "Arre Sahil, yeh lo, main aa gayi. Clutch aur phone de do."
Mera haath kanp raha tha, lekin maine unhein clutch aur phone pakda diya, bina kuch kahe. Unhone jaldi se clutch khola, phone andar daala, aur phir mujhe dekha. "Beta, main zara washroom jaa rahi hoon. Thoda fresh ho jaaun. Tum yahin raho, Nani ke paas jaa kar baitho."
Washroom? Main jaanta tha yeh jhooth tha. Store room washroom se bilkul alag taraf tha. Lekin maine sirf sar hila diya, kuch nahi kaha. Gussa andar hi andar ubal raha tha, lekin main abhi kuch nahi kar sakta tha. Woh muskura kar palti, aur bheed mein ghul mil gayi, haweli ke peeche waale hisse ki taraf badhti hui.
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