Adultery SAMREEN: Shikast-e-Zanjeer-e-Muflisi

[Herotic]

EPISODE 03

Waqt parinda ban kar udta hai, aur insaan uske paron ki raftaar ke saath apne halat ko dhaalne ki koshish karta hai. Us bechain raat ke baad, maine apne dil aur dimaag par ek sangeen pehra bitha diya tha. Shaitan ne jo ek pal ki kamzori mere andar paida karne ki koshish ki thi, maine use *** ke *** me ro-ro kar poori tarah dho diya tha. Din beet-te gaye, aur maine apni paakizgi, apne parde aur apne *** ke usoolon ko aur zyada mazbooti se thaam liya.

Asif ke saath mera rishta wahi pehle jaisa pur-sukoon tha. Unki jismani kamzori ab bhi wahi thi, hamari raatein ab bhi usi khamoshi aur adhoorepan me guzarti thin, lekin ab maine us adhoorepan ko apna naseeb maan kar sabr ka daaman thaam liya tha. Main unhe dekh kar muskura deti, unke liye dil se dua karti aur unki maali pareshaniyon ko kam karne ke liye har roz parlour jaakar apni poori jaan laga deti. Mera dhyaan ab sirf aur sirf rozi kamane aur apne shauhar ka saath dene par tha.
 
Pichhle kuchh dino me Ladies Parlour me meri ek alag hi pehchan ban chuki thi. Shehar ki door-door ke ilaqon se khawateen aati thin aur aate hi sirf ek hi naam puchti thin, "Samreen Baaji kahan hain?", Maine apne hunar ko is hadd tak nikhara tha ki mere banaye hue Arabic, Darbaari aur Marwadi designs ki dumein har taraf thin. Farha Baaji mujhse behad khush thin, kyunki meri wajah se unka parlour poore ilaqe me sabse top par chal raha tha. Har shaam jab mai ghar laut-ti, toh mera purse un paison se bhara hota tha jinki wajah se ab Asif ke chehre ki fikr kam hone lagi thi. Unhone apni dukan ke liye naya samaan mangwa liya tha, aur hamara financial struggle dheere-dheere khatam ho raha tha.
 
Khair, Parlour ka mahol hamesha hansi-mazaak aur chahchaha-hat se bhara rehta tha. Kyunki wahan sirf auratein aati thin, isiliye sab bohot khul kar baatein karti thin. Koi apni saas ki burai karti, koi apne shauhar ke nakhron ke kisse sunati, toh koi shaadi ke naye jodon ke latife sunakar sabko hasati.
 
"Oho Samreen! Tumhari mehendi ka rang toh itna gehra chadhta hai, zaroor Asif bhai tumse bohot mohabbat karte hain," ek din parlour ki ek ladki, Saima ne chhedte hue kaha. Wahan baithi saari auratein hansi me shamil ho gayin. Maine apni nigahein neeche kar lin aur muskura kar kaha, "Mohabbat rang me nahi, dilon me hoti hai Saima."
 
"Arre Baaji, aap toh hamesha *** baatein shuru kar deti hain. Par sach me, aapki khoobsurati aur aapka ye sharm-o-haya dekh kar toh koi bhi aap par fidaa ho jaye," ek doosri client ne kaha. Main unki baaton ko hansi me taal deti. Mera kaala abaya aur veil meri dhal thin. Parlour me sabhi mujhe ek bohot hi paakiza, *** aur suljhi hui khatoon ke roop me dekhte the aur meri izzat karte the. Mujhe lag raha tha ki meri zindagi ab bilkul sahi raste par aagayi hai aur koi bhi khalal ab mujhe bhatka nahi sakta. Lekin tabhi, ek aisi dopahar aayi jisne parlour ke saare usoolon aur meri nigaahon ke samne ek naya sawaal khada kar diya.
 
Us din dopahar ke waqt parlour me thodi sasti thi. Kuchh hi auratein thin jo facial aur mehendi lagwa rahi thin. Mai apni kursi par baithi ek naye design ki kitaab dekh rahi thi, aur Farha Baaji counter par baithi hisab-kitab kar rahi thin.
 
Achanak, parlour ke kaanch ke bade darwaze ke bahar ek bohot hi shandaar, mehengi safed gaadi aakar ruki. Gaadi ki chamak aur uski aawaz se hi saaf pata chal raha tha ki ye kisi aam insaan ki nahi hai. Parlour me baithi do-teen ladkiyan turant kaanch ke sheeshe se bahar jhankne lagin.
 
"Wah! Dekho toh kaun si gaadi aayi hai. Kitni mehengi hai!" Saima ne kaha. Maine bhi dhyaan se bahar dekha. Gaadi ka darwaza khula aur usme se ek ladka bahar nikala. Uski umar mushkil se 20 ya 21 saal rahi hogi. Wo behad handsome, lamba, aur bohot hi aakarshak jism ka maalik tha. Usne ek mehengi jeans aur white shirt pehni hui thi, uske baal bade hi saleeqe se set the, aur uski aankhon par ek keemti chashma tha. Uske chalne ke andaz me ek alag hi mardana tishnagi aur amiri ka thasra tha.
 
Mujhe hairani is baat par hui ki wo ladka gaadi se nikal kar seedha hamare Parlour ki taraf badh raha tha. Hamare parlour ke bahar bade-bade aksharon me likha tha "Strictly Only For Ladies". Koi bhi mard andar aane ki jurrat nahi karta tha, agar kisi ka shauhar ya bhai aata tha to baat alag hai, jaise ki us din pandey ji aaye the. Mera dil thoda tharraya, maine turant apna veil aur thoda aage khinch liya aur apni abaya ko sambhala. Maine socha ki shayad wo rasta bhatak gaya hai ya use kisi se milna hai.
 
Lekin jaise hi us ladke ne parlour ka darwaza dhakela aur andar kadam rakha, wahan jo kuchh hua usne mere hosh uda diye. Farha Baaji, jo hamesha parde aur auraton ki hifazat ke usoolon par bohot sakht rehti thin, jo kisi gair-mard ko parlour ki dehleez par khade hone par bhi daant deti thin... wo us ladke ko dekhte hi apni kursi se uchhal padin. Unke chehre par ek aisi khushi aur deewanapan tha jo maine aaj tak nahi dekha tha.
 
"Oye! Mera badmaash aagaya!" Farha Baaji ne zor se kaha. Wo lapak kar us ladke ke paas gayin aur sabke samne, poore parlour ke beech, unhone us 20 saal ke jawan ladke ko gale se laga liya. Meri aankhein hairani se fati ki fati reh gayin. Baat sirf gale lagane tak nahi ruki, Farha Baaji ne bade hi pyaar se us ladke ke dono gaalon ko apne haathon me liya aur uske gaalon par kiss karne lagin, bilkul waise hi jaise koi ammi apne bete par ya koi behad kareebi apne azeez par jaan chhidakta hai.
 
"Tumne toh kaha tha ki tum shaam ko aaoge? Itni jaldi kaise aagaye? Aur mujhe bataya bhi nahi!" Farha Baaji uske baalon ko bigadte hue, behad laad se bol rahi thin. Wo ladka bohot hi haseen muskuraan ke sath bola, "Bas Farha, tumhari yaad aa rahi thi, aur bhook bhi lagi thi, toh socha seedha yahin chala aaun." Usne Farha Baaji ko 'Farha' keh kar pukara, koi 'Aunty' nahi.
 
Main wahan baithi ye sab dekh rahi thi aur mera dimaag kaam karna band kar chuka tha. Farha Baaji ek *** khaatun thin, bhale hi wo parlour chalati thin par wo parde aur *** ka khayal rakhti thin. Ek 20 saal ke jawan mard ke saath unka ye khulapan, ye jism ki nazdeeki... mere *** mizaaj ko bohot bada jhatka de rahi thi. Lekin abhi mere hosh udne ka sabse bada sabab aana baki tha. Jab wo ladka apna chashma utaar kar counter par rakh raha rakhna tha, tab meri nazar uske daayein hath ki kalai par gayi.
 
Us ladke ki kalai par ek lal aur peele rang ka *** bandha hua, Mera jism jaise sunn pad gaya. Wo ek *** ladka tha! Ek gair-***, jawan aur behad handsome mard, jo ek pure *** ladies parlour ke andar khada tha, aur parlour ki maalkin, jo khud ek *** hain, wo use is tarah gale laga rahi thin aur uske gaalon par kiss kar rahi thin.
 
Mera andaruni jung ek baar phir se jaag utha, lekin is baar ye pehle se bilkul alag tha. Mere zehan me sawalon ka ek tufaan khada ho gaya. Ye ladka kaun hai? Farha Baaji ka iske saath kya rishta hai? Ek gair-*** jawan ladke ko is tarah ek ladies parlour ke andar aane ki ijazat kyun di gayi, jahan saari *** auratein bina veil aur parde ke baithi hoti hain?
 
Maine gaur se dekha ki us ladke ke andar aate hi, parlour ki doosri ladkiyan, Saima aur baaki sab bhi bilkul sahaj thin. Unke chehre par koi hairani nahi thi, balki wo sab bhi use dekh kar muskura rahi thin, jaise wo is ladke ko pehle se bohot acche se jaanti hon aur unke liye ye sab bilkul aam baat ho. Wo ladka counter par baith gaya aur uski nigahein dheere-dheere ghumte hue parlour ke andar baithi auraton par padne lagin. Jab uski nazar meri taraf ghumi, jahan main apni kaali abaya aur veil me lapeti hui, hairani se use dekh rahi thi, toh usne apni nigahein mujh par tika din. Uski jawan aur gehri aankhon me ek ajeeb si chanchalata aur sharaarat thi, jise dekh kar mere dil ki dhadkan achanak se tez ho gayi.
 
Maine turant apni nigahein zameen par tika lin, lekin mere dil me ab ek naya darr aur ek nayi bechaini ghar kar chuki thi. Ye kaisa imtihan tha jo *** ne mere samne dobara lakar khada kar diya tha?
 
Raat ki un *** aur *** ke baad maine socha tha ki maine apne dil ke chor ko hamesha ke liye dafna diya hai. Maine socha tha ki meri paakizagi ki deewar itni unchi hai ki koi bhi paraya khayal use faand nahi sakta. Lekin insaan ka dil bhi ajeeb cheez hai, ye jitna sabr ka dindora peet-ta hai, andar se utna hi kamzor aur pyaasa hota hai. Us jawan, haseen *** ladke ki maujoodgi ne parlour ke us saaf-shafaf mahool me ek aisi garmi paida kar di thi, jisne meri saari riyazat ko ek hi pal me hila kar rakh diya.
 
Wo ladka counter ke paas khada tha, lekin uski gehri, jawan aankhein ab poori tarah mujh par aakar tik gayin thin. Wo mujhe ek-tak, bina apni palkein jhapkaye dekh raha tha. Uske dekhne me ek aisi shiddat thi jo meri kaali abaya aur veil ke mote pardon ko bhi cheer kar seedha meri rooh tak pahunch rahi thi.
 
Jaise hi usne mujhe is tarah ghoorna shuru kiya, mere dimaag me sarsarahat hone lagi. Mujhe turant kuchh din pehle aaye, Pandey Ji ki yaad aa gayi. Pandey Ji ne bhi toh mujhe isi tarah ghoora tha, unki nazron me bhi wahi jism ki tapish aur ek aurat ko bhaanpne ki tishnagi thi. Lekin Pandey Ji ki umar 40 se zyada thi, unki nazar me ek ghagpan aur gehra mardana nakhra tha, jabki is ladke ki nazar me ek jawan, sharaarati aur deewanepan ka nasha tha.
 
Mera dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga. Mera *** mizaaj cheekh-cheekh kar keh raha tha, 'Samreen! Apni nigahein neeche karo! Ye gunah hai, ye tumhari haya ke khilaf hai.' Lekin pata nahi kyun, us din mere jism me jo adhoorepan ki aag sulgi thi, usne aaj mere dimag par kabu paana shuru kar diya. Mera khud par se kaabu khone laga. Mere haath thode kaampne lage aur mehendi ka cone jo mere hath me tha, wo jaise bhari lagne laga. Aur phir wahi hua jo nahi hona chahiye tha. Na chahte hue bhi, jaise kisi adrishya taqat ne meri gardan ko upar khinch liya ho, meri nigaahein uthin aur seedha us ladke ke aankhon me jaakar dhas gayin.
 
Us lamhe, waqt jaise ruk gaya. Uski wo maasoom, nazaqat se bhari aur behad khoobsurat mardana aankhon ne mujhe ek hi pal me apne aakarshan me baandh liya. Un aankhon me ek aisa jaadu tha jo maine aaj tak Asif ki aankhon me bhi nahi dekha tha. Wo ek jawan mard ki poori taqat aur shaan se mujhe dekh raha tha. Jaise hi hamari nigahein mili, maine dekha ki uske gulabi honton par ek behad haseen aur dheemi si muskaan tair gayi. Wo samajh gaya tha ki usne mujhe apne dhyaan me kheench liya hai. Meri sharm aur garmi ab mere gaalon par laali ban kar utar aayi thi, jise maine apne veil ke pichhe chhupane ki koshish ki.
 
Tabhi us ladke ne apni nazar Farha Baaji ki taraf ghumayi aur bohot hi bebaak andaz me puchha, "Farha... ye aunty kaun hain? Inhe maine pehle yahan kabhi nahi dekha.", Usne mujhe 'aunty' kaha, shayad meri umar aur mere is bhaari parda-nasheen libas ko dekh kar, lekin uski aawaz me jo ras tha, wo kisi aunty ke liye nahi, balki ek haseen aurat ke liye tha.
 
Farha Baaji ne tab tak fridge se ek thanda glass nikala, jisme unhone laal rang ka Rooh Afza sharbat banaya hua tha. Unhone wo glass bohot hi laad se us ladke ke haathon me thamaya aur uske sar par hath fira kar meri taraf ishara kiya. "Arre Vivaan, ye hamari Samreen hain. Aajkal hamare parlour ki sabse behtareen mehendi artist. Inke haathon me jo safai hai na, wo poore shehar me kahin nahi milegi," Farha Baaji ne meri tareefon ke pul baandhte hue kaha.
 
Phir Farha Baaji ne counter se thoda aage badhkar mujhse kaha, "Samreen, tumhe yaad hai na? Kuchh din pehle jo Pandey Ji aaye the, apni wife ko lekar, jinko tumne mehendi lagaya tha aur wo bohot khush hui thi... ye unhi ka eklauta beta hai, Vivaan." Farha Baaji ke muh se ye sunte hi mere hosh ud gaye. Vivaan! Toh ye Pandey Ji ka beta hai! Mere dil se ek aah nikali, Waah! Jaisa baap, waisa beta! Baap ne mujhe apni dhalti umar ki nazron se ghoora tha, aur ab ye beta apni jawan aur qaatilana aankhon se meri paakizagi ka mazaak uda raha tha. Dono baap-bete me ek hi jaisi mardana kashish thi, par is ladke me ek alag hi nasha tha jo kisi bhi aurat ko bhatkane ke liye kaafi tha.
 
Maine apne aap ko sambhala. Main ek shareef aur nikaah-shuda aurat thi, isiliye maine apne mizaaj ki narmdili ko banaye rakha. Maine unki taraf dekha, apne labon par ek behad halki aur adab se bhari muskaan laayi aur bohot hi dheeme se unhe greet kiya. "Assalam Alaikum," maine kaha, bhale hi wo *** the, par mere muh se mere *** ke mutabiq hi alfaz nikale.
 
Vivaan ne apna Rooh Afza ka glass honton se lagaya, ek ghoot piye aur meri is halki si muskaan ko dekh kar uski aankhein aur chamak uthin. Usne glass neeche rakha aur bola, "Namaste, Samreen Aunty. Aapki mehendi ki tareef toh mummy ghar par karti hi hain, par aaj dekh kar lag raha hai ki aap khud... aapka kaam sach me bohot khoobsurat hai." Uske is andaz ne mere andar ek naya tufaan khada kar diya. Baap ne paise ka thasra dikhaya tha, par is bete ne apni zubaan aur nazron ka aisa jaal feka tha jisme mera sabr ab dheere-dheere tootne ki kagar par pahunch raha tha.