28-04-2026, 10:04 PM
Chapter - 30
Ghar suna ho chuka tha, aur agle din office ke kaam ka soch-sochkar mujhe thodi der so jane ka man hua. Noor kamre mein pehle se chain ki neend so rahi thi, uska muskurata chehra shant aur sundar lag raha tha, shalwar kameez ka dupatta ek taraf sarka hua. Main bhi uske bagal mein let gaya, uski dheemi saanson ki garmi mehsoos karta hua, aur aankhein band kar so gaya.
Shaam ko neend der se khuli. Jab main utha, raat ke saat baj chuke the. Jaldi se fresh hokar main hall ki taraf chala gaya, jahan Abbu sofe par baithkar TV pe purana Hindi gaana dekh rahe the. Noor kitchen mein khana banane mein masroof thi, khushbu se ghar bhar raha tha. Abbu ne mujhe dekhte hi kaha, “Imran, socha tune? Dilli wali Aisha Khala ka phone aaya tha, budhwar ko unki beti ki nikaah ke liye bula rahe hain. Teri Ammi ka bhi dil hai wahan thodi der rehne ka.”
Main apni aankhein malta hua, thodi susti se bola, “Abbu, chhutti milegi ya nahi, pata nahi. Itni jaldi kaise jayenge? Ticket bhi to nahi milegi!”
Abbu ne lambi saans li, thodi jidd ke saath bole, “Koi na koi tareeka nikal aayega, beta. Koshish to kar, Ammi jana chahti hai?”
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Agli subah main office mein baitha soch raha tha ki boss ko kaise manaya jaye. Kuch der dimag ladane ke baad maine faisala kiya—jo hoga, dekha jayega, bol dena chahiye. Main utha, boss ke cabin ke bahar gaya, aur darwaza khatkhataya. Andar jakar maine saari baat khol di—Dilli wali khala, nikaah, chhutti ki zarurat. Meri kismat chamak gayi; boss muskura ke bola, “Achha, Imran, chhutti le lo, lekin ek shart hai. Dilli office mein mera ek zaroori kaam hai, woh tujhe karna padega.”
“Okay, sir,” maine jhat se kaha, hairan par khush. Apne cabin mein wapas baithkar sochne laga, “Chhutti to mil gayi, lekin ab ticket ka kya?” Din bhar yahi sochta raha, aur shaam ko Hira ki yaad aayi. Man hi man kaha, “Saale, meri biwi ke sath khelta hai, to kuch kaam bhi kare. Tatqal usi se karwaunga!” Phone uthaya aur seedha us kameene Hira ko call laga diya.
“Hello, Hira,” maine kaha, thodi chhedkhani ke saath.
“Bol, bhadwe,” Hira ne jawab diya, awaaz mein ek ganda maza.
“Bhai, ek zaroori kaam hai,” maine baat aage badhai.
“Kya, be? Saale, tu mujhe labour mat bana dena, samjha?” usne gusse se kaha.
“Nahi, yaar, aisa kuch nahi,” maine haskar baat sambhali.
“Theek hai, bol kya hai,” woh thoda shant hua.
“Kal shaam ki Dilli ki ticket chahiye, chaar seat, tatqal mein,” maine kaha.
“To?” usne befikri se poochha, jaise uska koi matlab na ho.
“To, saale, tatqal karwa de!” maine thodi jor se kaha.
“Isme to bahut jhanjhat hai, mujhse nahi hoga,” Hira ne naa-nukur shuru ki. “Waise bhi, woh chali jayegi to yahan sukha pad jayega, samjha?”
Main hans pada, uska ishara pakad liya. “Nahi karega to Noor se milne nahi dunga!”
“Hatt, madarchod!” Hira zor se hasa. “Tu kaun hota hai mujhe rokne wala, bhadwe?”
“Uska shauhar, yaar!” maine mazaak mein kaha.
“Haha, main to bhool hi gaya tu uska shauhar hai!” Hira ne ek gandi hasi ke saath kaha.
“Haan, yaar, wahi hoon!” main bhi hansne laga.
“Theek hai, kar dunga,” usne aakhir maan liya, “lekin ek hazaar extra lunga.”
“Saale, mere paise juwe-sharaab mein uda raha hai kya?” maine chheda.
“Nahi, be, apni item ke liye kuch saman le raha hoon,” usne jawab diya, awaaz mein ek ganda maza.
“Achha, theek hai, le le, bas ticket karwa de kisi tarah,” maine kaha.
“Chal, phone kaat,” Hira ne kaha, aur line kat gayi.
Maine phone rakha, umeed ke sahare dil ko tasalli di ki kismat shayad yahan bhi sath de aur tickets mil jayen.
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Main shaam ko ghar wapas aa gaya. Ghar mein kuch khaas nahi chal raha tha—suna-suna sa lag raha tha, jaise koi kahani adhuri reh gayi ho. Maine socha tha shayad Hira ya Panna mein se koi aaye, par dono kameene gayab the. Raat ke khane ke waqt maine sabko bata diya ki mujhe chhutti mil gayi hai. Yeh sunte hi Abbu ke chehre par khushi chha gayi, aur Ammi aur Noor bhi muskurate hue bole, “Wah, Imran, yeh to achhi khabar hai!” Lekin jab maine ticket ka zikr kiya aur yeh bhi bataya ki shayad bus se jana pad sakta hai, sabke chehre thodi der ke liye utar gaye.
Agli subah main office pahuncha. Abhi din shuru hi hua tha ki us kameene Hira ka phone aa gaya. Usne bataya ki tatqal mein chaar tickets confirm ho gayi hain. Yeh sun mera dil khushi se naach utha—man kiya lottery ticket bhi khareed loon, kismat aisi chamak rahi thi! Andar hi andar hans pada, phir jaldi se Abbu ko phone karke saman bandhne ko kaha aur Ammi aur Noor ko bhi khabar de di.
Dophar ko maine Hira ko call lagaya, thodi chhedkhani ka mood banate hue.
“Aye, Hira, kya haal?” maine kaha, ek halki si muskan ke saath.
“Bol, saale,” Hira ki awaaz aayi, jaise woh abhi bhi kisi gande hungover mein ho.
“Tujhe pata hai na, hum sab 9-10 din ke liye Dilli ja rahe hain?” maine poochha, uski reaction dekhne ke liye.
“Pata hai, bhadwe!” Hira ne gusse mein kaha. “Saale, meri maal ko mujhse door le ja raha hai, behenchod!”
Main hans pada, uska gussa sunke maza aaya. “Pata hai to aaj mil le Noor se, akhiri mauka hai!”
“Nahi, be,” Hira ne naak chadhayi. “Kal raat bahut daaru pee li thi, free ka maal tha, zyada gatak liya.”
“Achha, to isliye kal na tu aaya na woh Panna?” maine chheda, uski band bajate hue.
“Haan, be, kya karein, jab free ka nasha chadhe to rukta nahi!” usne haskar jawab diya.
“Chalo, theek hai,” maine kaha, “phir Dilli se wapas aane ke baad mil lena Noor se.”
“Haan, yeh baat pakki,” Hira ne kaha, aur ek gandi hasi ke saath phone kaat diya.
Maine phone rakha aur jaldi-jaldi kaam niptaane laga, kyunki sham ko train jaldi thi.
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Shaam ko hum sab platform ke waiting room mein the. Hamara train, jo char baje aana tha, chhe ghante late ho chuka tha. Main, Noor, Ammi, Abbu, aur Rizwan sab hatash intezaar kar rahe the. Abbu, jo kitaab padhne ke shaukeen the, platform ke thele se ek purani si kitaab utha kar padhne lage. Ammi ne Rizwan ko apni god mein sulaya aur khud bhi aankhein band kar so padi, unki shalwar kameez ka dupatta dheere-dheere zameen ki taraf sarkta hua. Noor ke bhi aankhein lag chuki thi, uska chehra shant par thaka hua lag raha tha. Main wahi baitha, aadha jaga, aadha soya, ek ajeeb si susti mein dooba hua tha. Tabhi mera phone baj utha. Dusri taraf wahi kameena Hira tha.
“Aye, saale, chadh gaya train pe? Khul gayi teri, meri mehnat ki ticket hai woh!” Hira ne shuru hote hi bolna shuru kiya, awaaz mein ek ganda maza.\
“Paise to maine diye the, kameene,” maine chhedte hue jawab diya, halki si hasi ke saath.\
“Chal hatt, saale!” Hira ne jhat se kaha. “Pata hai kitna lamba line tha? Teri wajah se meri jaan nikli!”\
“Saale, tune hi ticket li isliye to train late ho gayi!” maine mazaak udaya, uski band bajane ke mood mein.\
“Achha, tu abhi yahin hai?” Hira ne poochha, thodi bechaini se. “Kab chhutegi ab yeh train?”\
“Das baje aayegi, shayad aur bhi der ho,” maine kaha, platform ki bheed ko dekhkar.\
“Achha, achha,” Hira ne ek gandi hasi chhodi. “Main aa raha hoon platform. Der ho hi gayi hai to thodi masti kar loon apni item ke sath!”\
“Aaja, saale,” maine hanskar kaha, uska ishara samajh gaya. “Teri hi hai woh, tu use chodta bhi hai ya bas baatein banata hai?”\
“Choda hai, saale!” Hira ne gusse se kaha. “Lekin bahut din se mauka nahi mila.”\
“To ja, kameene, uski zarurat poori kar!” maine chheda. “Kaun karega warna?”\
“Saale, teri Ammi ki wajah se woh dari-dari rehti hai!” Hira ne taana maara. “Upar se jab main teri Ammi thikane lagane wala tha, tu Dilli bhag raha hai! Chhodne ka mauka dega to na chodoon?”\
“Arre, mere bhai,” maine haskar kaha, “Noor ko le ja, araam se maze kar. Bagal mein koi hotel ya OYO hoga, wahan le ja!”\
“Hatt, saale, mere paas itne paise kahan?” Hira ne shikayat ki.\
“Paise nahi hain?” maine poochha, thodi chhedkhani ke saath. “Maine to tujhe chhe hazaar diye the, uska kya?”\
“Woh paise to dusre zaroori kaam ke liye hain,” Hira ne baat ghumayi, jaise koi raaz chhupata ho.\
“To phir ja, apni gaand marwa le!” maine mazaak mein kaha, uski band bajate hue.\
“Chal hatt, bhadwe!” Hira zor se hasa. “Teri gaand maar dunga, saale! Aa raha hoon, apni saali ko thikane lagane!”\
“Achha, kahan karega?” maine poochha, thodi shaitani ke saath.\
“Arre, waiting room mein private kamra hota hai,” Hira ne kaha. “Tu bas usko book kar de mere aur meri bandi ke liye!”
Yeh bolkar usne phone kaat diya. Main utha aur sochne laga ki is kameene ne jo kaha, kya woh sach hai? Platform par idhar-udhar dekha, lekin mujhe koi private kamra dikha nahi.
Ghar suna ho chuka tha, aur agle din office ke kaam ka soch-sochkar mujhe thodi der so jane ka man hua. Noor kamre mein pehle se chain ki neend so rahi thi, uska muskurata chehra shant aur sundar lag raha tha, shalwar kameez ka dupatta ek taraf sarka hua. Main bhi uske bagal mein let gaya, uski dheemi saanson ki garmi mehsoos karta hua, aur aankhein band kar so gaya.
Shaam ko neend der se khuli. Jab main utha, raat ke saat baj chuke the. Jaldi se fresh hokar main hall ki taraf chala gaya, jahan Abbu sofe par baithkar TV pe purana Hindi gaana dekh rahe the. Noor kitchen mein khana banane mein masroof thi, khushbu se ghar bhar raha tha. Abbu ne mujhe dekhte hi kaha, “Imran, socha tune? Dilli wali Aisha Khala ka phone aaya tha, budhwar ko unki beti ki nikaah ke liye bula rahe hain. Teri Ammi ka bhi dil hai wahan thodi der rehne ka.”
Main apni aankhein malta hua, thodi susti se bola, “Abbu, chhutti milegi ya nahi, pata nahi. Itni jaldi kaise jayenge? Ticket bhi to nahi milegi!”
Abbu ne lambi saans li, thodi jidd ke saath bole, “Koi na koi tareeka nikal aayega, beta. Koshish to kar, Ammi jana chahti hai?”
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Agli subah main office mein baitha soch raha tha ki boss ko kaise manaya jaye. Kuch der dimag ladane ke baad maine faisala kiya—jo hoga, dekha jayega, bol dena chahiye. Main utha, boss ke cabin ke bahar gaya, aur darwaza khatkhataya. Andar jakar maine saari baat khol di—Dilli wali khala, nikaah, chhutti ki zarurat. Meri kismat chamak gayi; boss muskura ke bola, “Achha, Imran, chhutti le lo, lekin ek shart hai. Dilli office mein mera ek zaroori kaam hai, woh tujhe karna padega.”
“Okay, sir,” maine jhat se kaha, hairan par khush. Apne cabin mein wapas baithkar sochne laga, “Chhutti to mil gayi, lekin ab ticket ka kya?” Din bhar yahi sochta raha, aur shaam ko Hira ki yaad aayi. Man hi man kaha, “Saale, meri biwi ke sath khelta hai, to kuch kaam bhi kare. Tatqal usi se karwaunga!” Phone uthaya aur seedha us kameene Hira ko call laga diya.
“Hello, Hira,” maine kaha, thodi chhedkhani ke saath.
“Bol, bhadwe,” Hira ne jawab diya, awaaz mein ek ganda maza.
“Bhai, ek zaroori kaam hai,” maine baat aage badhai.
“Kya, be? Saale, tu mujhe labour mat bana dena, samjha?” usne gusse se kaha.
“Nahi, yaar, aisa kuch nahi,” maine haskar baat sambhali.
“Theek hai, bol kya hai,” woh thoda shant hua.
“Kal shaam ki Dilli ki ticket chahiye, chaar seat, tatqal mein,” maine kaha.
“To?” usne befikri se poochha, jaise uska koi matlab na ho.
“To, saale, tatqal karwa de!” maine thodi jor se kaha.
“Isme to bahut jhanjhat hai, mujhse nahi hoga,” Hira ne naa-nukur shuru ki. “Waise bhi, woh chali jayegi to yahan sukha pad jayega, samjha?”
Main hans pada, uska ishara pakad liya. “Nahi karega to Noor se milne nahi dunga!”
“Hatt, madarchod!” Hira zor se hasa. “Tu kaun hota hai mujhe rokne wala, bhadwe?”
“Uska shauhar, yaar!” maine mazaak mein kaha.
“Haha, main to bhool hi gaya tu uska shauhar hai!” Hira ne ek gandi hasi ke saath kaha.
“Haan, yaar, wahi hoon!” main bhi hansne laga.
“Theek hai, kar dunga,” usne aakhir maan liya, “lekin ek hazaar extra lunga.”
“Saale, mere paise juwe-sharaab mein uda raha hai kya?” maine chheda.
“Nahi, be, apni item ke liye kuch saman le raha hoon,” usne jawab diya, awaaz mein ek ganda maza.
“Achha, theek hai, le le, bas ticket karwa de kisi tarah,” maine kaha.
“Chal, phone kaat,” Hira ne kaha, aur line kat gayi.
Maine phone rakha, umeed ke sahare dil ko tasalli di ki kismat shayad yahan bhi sath de aur tickets mil jayen.
---
Main shaam ko ghar wapas aa gaya. Ghar mein kuch khaas nahi chal raha tha—suna-suna sa lag raha tha, jaise koi kahani adhuri reh gayi ho. Maine socha tha shayad Hira ya Panna mein se koi aaye, par dono kameene gayab the. Raat ke khane ke waqt maine sabko bata diya ki mujhe chhutti mil gayi hai. Yeh sunte hi Abbu ke chehre par khushi chha gayi, aur Ammi aur Noor bhi muskurate hue bole, “Wah, Imran, yeh to achhi khabar hai!” Lekin jab maine ticket ka zikr kiya aur yeh bhi bataya ki shayad bus se jana pad sakta hai, sabke chehre thodi der ke liye utar gaye.
Agli subah main office pahuncha. Abhi din shuru hi hua tha ki us kameene Hira ka phone aa gaya. Usne bataya ki tatqal mein chaar tickets confirm ho gayi hain. Yeh sun mera dil khushi se naach utha—man kiya lottery ticket bhi khareed loon, kismat aisi chamak rahi thi! Andar hi andar hans pada, phir jaldi se Abbu ko phone karke saman bandhne ko kaha aur Ammi aur Noor ko bhi khabar de di.
Dophar ko maine Hira ko call lagaya, thodi chhedkhani ka mood banate hue.
“Aye, Hira, kya haal?” maine kaha, ek halki si muskan ke saath.
“Bol, saale,” Hira ki awaaz aayi, jaise woh abhi bhi kisi gande hungover mein ho.
“Tujhe pata hai na, hum sab 9-10 din ke liye Dilli ja rahe hain?” maine poochha, uski reaction dekhne ke liye.
“Pata hai, bhadwe!” Hira ne gusse mein kaha. “Saale, meri maal ko mujhse door le ja raha hai, behenchod!”
Main hans pada, uska gussa sunke maza aaya. “Pata hai to aaj mil le Noor se, akhiri mauka hai!”
“Nahi, be,” Hira ne naak chadhayi. “Kal raat bahut daaru pee li thi, free ka maal tha, zyada gatak liya.”
“Achha, to isliye kal na tu aaya na woh Panna?” maine chheda, uski band bajate hue.
“Haan, be, kya karein, jab free ka nasha chadhe to rukta nahi!” usne haskar jawab diya.
“Chalo, theek hai,” maine kaha, “phir Dilli se wapas aane ke baad mil lena Noor se.”
“Haan, yeh baat pakki,” Hira ne kaha, aur ek gandi hasi ke saath phone kaat diya.
Maine phone rakha aur jaldi-jaldi kaam niptaane laga, kyunki sham ko train jaldi thi.
---
Shaam ko hum sab platform ke waiting room mein the. Hamara train, jo char baje aana tha, chhe ghante late ho chuka tha. Main, Noor, Ammi, Abbu, aur Rizwan sab hatash intezaar kar rahe the. Abbu, jo kitaab padhne ke shaukeen the, platform ke thele se ek purani si kitaab utha kar padhne lage. Ammi ne Rizwan ko apni god mein sulaya aur khud bhi aankhein band kar so padi, unki shalwar kameez ka dupatta dheere-dheere zameen ki taraf sarkta hua. Noor ke bhi aankhein lag chuki thi, uska chehra shant par thaka hua lag raha tha. Main wahi baitha, aadha jaga, aadha soya, ek ajeeb si susti mein dooba hua tha. Tabhi mera phone baj utha. Dusri taraf wahi kameena Hira tha.
“Aye, saale, chadh gaya train pe? Khul gayi teri, meri mehnat ki ticket hai woh!” Hira ne shuru hote hi bolna shuru kiya, awaaz mein ek ganda maza.\
“Paise to maine diye the, kameene,” maine chhedte hue jawab diya, halki si hasi ke saath.\
“Chal hatt, saale!” Hira ne jhat se kaha. “Pata hai kitna lamba line tha? Teri wajah se meri jaan nikli!”\
“Saale, tune hi ticket li isliye to train late ho gayi!” maine mazaak udaya, uski band bajane ke mood mein.\
“Achha, tu abhi yahin hai?” Hira ne poochha, thodi bechaini se. “Kab chhutegi ab yeh train?”\
“Das baje aayegi, shayad aur bhi der ho,” maine kaha, platform ki bheed ko dekhkar.\
“Achha, achha,” Hira ne ek gandi hasi chhodi. “Main aa raha hoon platform. Der ho hi gayi hai to thodi masti kar loon apni item ke sath!”\
“Aaja, saale,” maine hanskar kaha, uska ishara samajh gaya. “Teri hi hai woh, tu use chodta bhi hai ya bas baatein banata hai?”\
“Choda hai, saale!” Hira ne gusse se kaha. “Lekin bahut din se mauka nahi mila.”\
“To ja, kameene, uski zarurat poori kar!” maine chheda. “Kaun karega warna?”\
“Saale, teri Ammi ki wajah se woh dari-dari rehti hai!” Hira ne taana maara. “Upar se jab main teri Ammi thikane lagane wala tha, tu Dilli bhag raha hai! Chhodne ka mauka dega to na chodoon?”\
“Arre, mere bhai,” maine haskar kaha, “Noor ko le ja, araam se maze kar. Bagal mein koi hotel ya OYO hoga, wahan le ja!”\
“Hatt, saale, mere paas itne paise kahan?” Hira ne shikayat ki.\
“Paise nahi hain?” maine poochha, thodi chhedkhani ke saath. “Maine to tujhe chhe hazaar diye the, uska kya?”\
“Woh paise to dusre zaroori kaam ke liye hain,” Hira ne baat ghumayi, jaise koi raaz chhupata ho.\
“To phir ja, apni gaand marwa le!” maine mazaak mein kaha, uski band bajate hue.\
“Chal hatt, bhadwe!” Hira zor se hasa. “Teri gaand maar dunga, saale! Aa raha hoon, apni saali ko thikane lagane!”\
“Achha, kahan karega?” maine poochha, thodi shaitani ke saath.\
“Arre, waiting room mein private kamra hota hai,” Hira ne kaha. “Tu bas usko book kar de mere aur meri bandi ke liye!”
Yeh bolkar usne phone kaat diya. Main utha aur sochne laga ki is kameene ne jo kaha, kya woh sach hai? Platform par idhar-udhar dekha, lekin mujhe koi private kamra dikha nahi.
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