Adultery MAHIRA QURESHI: Ek Gunaah-e-Naseeb

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MAHIRA QURESHI: Ek Gunaah-e-Naseeb

Writer/Author- Herotic

Mahira Qureshi, 20 saal ki beintehaan khubsurat aur doodh jaisi gori ladki, jo Lahore ke ek mohalle mein rehti hai, uske din ka aaghaaz sooraj ki pehli kiran se pehle hi ho jata hai. Jab goonjti Awaaz fiza mein mithas gholti hai, toh Mahira ki neend apne aap khul jati hai. Woh taazgi ke saath wazu karti hai aur apne kamre ke kone mein musalla bichhati hai. Fir nipatane ke baad, woh drawing room mein jati hai jahan uske abbu pehle se hi kitaab ki tilawat kar rahe hote hain. Mahira unke paas baith jati hai. Abbu use aayaton ke maayane samjhate hain aur dono milkar kuch der zikr karte hain.
 
Yeh waqt Mahira ke liye din ka sabse sukoon bhara hissa hota hai. Iske baad shuru hoti hai kitchen ki halchal. Apni ammi ki madad karte hue Mahira parathe sekti hai aur elaichi wali chai ki khushbu poore ghar mein phail jati hai. Nashte ki mez par Ammi use duniyadari ki baatein aur chhoton se adab se pesh aane ki nasihaten deti hain.
 
Subah jab Mahira apna dupatta salike se odhkar aur college bag uthakar bahar nikalti hai, toh uski do sabse pakki saheliyan, Zoya aur Ayesha, uska intezar kar rahi hoti hain. Unka safar aksar rickshaw mein tay hota hai, jahan Lahore ki tang galiyon aur shor ke beech unki apni ek alag duniya hoti hai, Zoya, Jo hamesha aane wale test ko lekar pareshan rehti hai, aur Ayesha, Jo poore raste naye fashion aur shehar mein khule naye cafe ki baatein karti hai.
 
College ki seedhiyan chadhte hue, Mahira apni saheliyon ke saath thahake bhi lagati hai aur waqt milne par library mein baithkar apne notes bhi mukammal karti hai. Uske liye taleem, yaani padhai sirf degree nahi, balki apne ammi-abbu ka naam roshan karne ka ek zariya hai. Dopehar baad jab Mahira ghar laut-ti hai, toh woh thaki toh hoti hai lekin uske chehre par ek satisfaction hota hai. Ammi ke hath ka bana saalan aur chawal khakar woh kuch der aaram karti hai.
 
Fir Shaam ki prayer ke baad, poora parivaar saath baithta hai. Mahira apne Abbu ko  college ki baatein batati hai aur Ammi se agle din ki taiyari par charcha karti hai. Raat ko sone se pehle, woh apni diary mein shukrana likhti hai, un tamaam chhoti khushiyon ke liye jo use ek aam lekin mukammal Pakistani ghar mein milti hain.
 
Agle din College ka break time tha. Mahira, Ayesha aur Zoya aksar library ke peeche wale garden ke ek shant kone mein baithti thin, jahan parindon ki chahchahat ke alawa aur koi shor nahi hota tha. Ayesha aaj subah se hi kuch zyada hi excited dikh rahi thi. Usne apna phone nikala aur dabi awaaz mein kaha, "Meri jaan, dekho aaj internet par kya trend ho raha hai."
 
Mahira aur Zoya kareeb aayin. Ayesha ne kuch aisi websites kholin jahan bold aur Adult images dikhai de rahi thin. Mahira ka chehra ekdam se safed pad gaya. Usne foran Ayesha ka hath pakad liya aur ghabrakar kaha "Ayesha! Yeh kya kar rahi ho? Band karo ise. Agar kisi ne dekh liya toh kya hoga? Aur yeh sab dekhna acchi baat nahi hai, hamare ghar ki tarbiyat aisi nahi hai."
 
Lekin Ayesha ne uski baat ansuni kar di. Usne muskurate hue kaha, "Are Mahira meri jaan, hum ab bacche nahi hain. Bas ek nazar dekhne mein kya burai hai? Sab dekhte hain." Mahira peeche hatne hi wali thi ki Ayesha ne ek 'desi' video play kar diya. Zoya bhi khamosh thi, lekin uski aankhon mein bhi darr aur curiosity ka mila-jula bhav tha. Screen par chal rahi cheezen unke liye bilkul nayi aur ajnabi thin.
 
Tabhi video mein ek scene aaya jahan mard ka lund poori tarah saaf dikhai de raha tha. Yeh nazara un teeno ladkiyon ke liye bilkul unexpected tha. Mahira ekdam sunn ho gayi. Usne apni hatheli se apna munh dhak liya. Usne kitabon mein ya baaton-baaton mein jo suna tha, asliyat usse kahin zyada alag lag raha tha. Teeno ladkiyan ek pal ke liye patthar si ho gayin. Unke liye yeh physical structure aur yeh nudity ek bahut bada shock tha.
 
Zoya ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha "Yeh... yeh sab itna ajeeb kyun dikh raha hai? Kya asal mein aisa hi hota hai?", Mahira ko achanak apne Abbu ki baatein aur Ammi ki di hui saadgi ki seekh yaad aane lagi. Use ek ajeeb si bechaini mehsoos hone lagi. Usne jhatke se Ayesha ka phone neeche karwa diya. "Bas bahut hua Ayesha! Yeh sab dekhkar humein kuch haasil nahi hoga. Chalo yahan se, class ka waqt ho raha hai."
 
Ayesha ne phone lock karke apne bag mein daal liya, lekin un teeno ke dimaag mein wahi tasveeren ghoom rahi thin. Us din college ki canteen ki hansi-mazaak gayab thi. Mahira ke mann mein ek ajeeb si kashmakash chal rahi thi, ek taraf woh natural curiosity jo har insaan mein hoti hai, aur doosri taraf uski parvarish.
 
Agle din college ke break mein Mahira ke mann mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Kal jo kuch usne Ayesha ke phone par dekha tha, woh manzar uski aankhon ke saamne se hat nahi raha tha. Library ke peeche wale usi purane kone mein aaj phir teeno saheliyan ikkattha huin. Ayesha ne jaise hi bag se phone nikala, Mahira ne ek baar phir rasmi taur par mana kiya, lekin is baar uski awaaz mein woh sakhti nahi thi. "Ayesha, rehne do na... kal kaafi nahi tha kya?", Ayesha ne muskurate hue kaha, "Are Mahira, kal toh bas shuruat thi. Dekh toh sahi, duniya mein kya-kya hota hai."
 
Ayesha ne ek baar phir wahi 'desi' video play kiya. Aaj camera aur bhi kareeb tha aur wo lund screen par bilkul saaf nazar aa raha tha. Teeno ladkiyan gehri saansen lete hue use gaur se dekhne lagin. Unki aankhon mein hairani aur ek tarah ki karahat mili-juli thi.
 
Mahira: "Yeh... yeh itna ajeeb aur dhaka hua sa kyun hai? Matlab, jaisa humne suna hai ya jaisa hona chahiye, yeh waisa toh bilkul nahi lag raha."
Ayesha: "Wahi toh! Yeh skin ka hissa... yeh toh bahut hi ganda lag raha hai. Kya waqayi log aise hote hain?"
 
Teeno ladkiyan us banawat ko dekhkar aapas mein dabi awaaz mein phusphusane lagin. Unke liye yeh chamdi na hona ek bahut badi aur ajeeb baat thi. Tabhi Zoya, jo ab tak khamosh thi, ne bade daave ke saath kaha, "Meri jaan, tum log pareshan kyun ho rahi ho? Gaur se dekho, ye video yahan ke nahi hain. Ye sarhad ke us paar yaani Hindustan ke hain. Wahan ke mardon ke lund aise hi hote hain."
 
Yeh sunte hi Mahira aur Ayesha ke chehre par nafrat aur ghinn ke bhav aa gaye. Unhone apni naak sikod li aur gandi shaklen banane lagin.
 
Mahira: "Tauba, tauba! Chhee... kitna ghinona manzar hai. Matlab ye log safai ka zara bhi khayal nahi rakhte? Humare me toh humein pakeezgi sikhate hain, aur ye dekho... kitni gandagi hai."
Ayesha: "Sach mein! Shukr hai Khuda ki hum ek aise gharane mein paida hue. Humare yahan toh bachpan mein hi chamdi hata di jati hai. Ye log toh jaise jaanwaro ki tarah rehte hain."
 
Zoya ne apni baat jaari rakhte hue kaha, "Haan, Hindustan walon ka rehan sehan aur unki rasmen hi aisi ajeeb hoti hain. Unmein aur hummein zameen aasman ka fark hai.", Mahira ne apna dupatta aur salike se odha aur gehri saans li. "Bilkul sahi kaha Zoya. Humein apne deen aur apni tehzeeb par fakhra hona chahiye. Hum log kitne pakeeza  aur mazhabi hain, aur ye log dekho..."
 
Us din un teeno ne us video ko ganda karaar dekar band kar diya. Unke mann mein jo curiosity thi, woh ab ek tarah ke superiority complex mein badal chuki thi. Unhe lag raha tha ki we un doosron se kahin behtar aur paak hain.