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Ghar Ki Aag

Episode 32 — Saazishein, Tashnagi aur Hatmi Mutalba​

Scene 1: Karachi — Saima ki Masterclass aur Shamim ki Bechaini

Karachi mein raat ab gehra chuki thi. Bilal apne kamre mein akela bais-o-pash mein tha. Zoya ki dhamki uske kaano mein kisi thappad ki tarah goonj rahi thi. "Main subah pehla phone Khalu (Rashid Sahab) ko karungi." Bilal ko pata tha ke Rashid Sahab is maamle mein bura nahi manenge, kyunki wo khud Lahore mein yahi sab kar rahe hain, magar masla badnami ka tha. Zoya agar ghar mein hungama khada kar deti toh Shamim (Ammi) ki nazron mein Bilal hamesha ke liye gir jata, aur wo aisa risk nahi lena chahta tha.

Usne apna phone uthaya aur Lahore call milayi. Dusri taraf uski biwi, Saima, ne teesri bell par phone utha liya.

"Itni raat ko hamari yaad kaise aa gayi.. Bilal?, Toh sunao phir kahan tak pahonche - wahan toh mahol kafi garam kar rakha hai na tumne?," Saima ki awaaz mein ek khas kism ki chashni aur tajurba tha. Wo Lahore ki haveli ki wo khiladi thi jisne saare khel Naseem aur Rashid ke khel ko barson se dekh aur samjhte hue seekha tha.

Bilal ne ek gehri saans li aur poora kissa suna diya— "Saima... masla ho gaya hai," Bilal ne kamre ka darwaza ek baar phir check karte hue kaha. Usne Farah ki jasoosi se lekar kitchen mein gajre sajane, gajron wala kissa, Shamim Ammi ki wo larzish (shivering) aur phir Zoya ki dhamki tak poori tafseel se batayi. "Zoya beech mein deewar ban gayi hai. Wo dhamki de rahi hai ke sab ko bata degi. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ke main peeche hat jaoon ya is aag ko aur bhadkao?"

Saima phone ke dusri taraf halka sa hansi. "Bilal, mere pyare miyan... tum Lahore ki haveli se seekh kar toh gaye ho, magar abhi tumhare andar wo thehrao nahi aaya jo Ammi (Naseem) aur Abbu (Rashid) mein hai. Tum ne galti ye ki ke tum ne Zoya ko apne raste ka kanta banne diya. Zoya aqalmand hai, wo tumhari niyat ko bhaanp gayi hai. Aur jab tak ek teesra banda ghar mein nigrani kar raha ho, tab tak tum Ammi ko fateh nahi kar sakte."

"Toh main kya karoon? Zoya ko kaise chup karwaon?" Bilal ne be-chaini se pucha.

"Zoya ko chup karwane ki zaroorat nahi hai, usey 'andhera' dikhane ki zaroorat hai. Magar usse pehle, tumhe Ammi ke saath ek naya khel khelna hoga," Saima ne takiye ka sahara lete hue kaha. "Suno, kal se tum bilkul badal jao. Ab tak tum ne Ammi ko 'taseer' (influence) di hai, ab unhe 'tashnagi' (thirst) do. Kal subah se unki taraf dekhna band kar do. Unhe aisa mehsoos karwao jaise tum ne Zoya ki baat maan li hai aur tumhe apni harkaton par sharmindagi hai."

Bilal hairan hua. "Isse toh wo aur door ho jayengi?"

"Nahi pagal!" Saima ne samjhaya. "Auraton ki fitrat hoti hai, Bilal. Jab unhe tawaajjo (attention) mil rahi ho toh wo nakhre dikhati hain, magar jab wahi tawaajjo achanak chin jaye, toh wo pareshan ho jati hain. Shamim Khala ne tumhare lams (touch) ka nasha chakh liya hai. Wo jo tum ne unke baalon mein gajre sajaye thay, unki gardan ko mas kiya tha... unki ragon mein wo garmi ab bhi daud rahi hogi. Jab tum achanak 'Shareef' ban jaoge, toh unhe apna aap adhoora lagne lagega. Unhe lagega ke shayad wo ab tumhare liye haseen nahi rahin, ya tum unse uqta gaye ho."

Saima ki awaaz ab aur gehri ho gayi thi. "Jab mard peeche hat-ta hai na, toh aurat ka tajassus (curiosity) aur uski bhook dugni ho jati hai. Ammi khud tadpengi ye dekhne ke liye ke Bilal ki aankhon mein wo purani chamak kahan gayi. Wo khud tumhare paas aayengi, bahane banayengi, tumhare kamre mein aayengi. Aur Zoya? Zoya ko lagega ke wo jeet gayi hai. Wo thodi 'dhilli' (relax) hogi, aur wahi waqt hoga jab hum usey kisi aur khel mein phansayenge."

Bilal ko apni biwi ki aqalmandi par rashk aa raha tha. "Saima, tum waqai ustad ho. Maine socha tha ke main zor-zabardasti karunga, magar tum ne toh game hi badal diya."

"Tum bas kuch din aur isee tarah nikallo phir main bhi wahin rahungi na tumhare saath toh ham milkar sambhal lenge Zoya aur Farah ko, aur haan yaad rakho zor-zabardasti se jism milta hai, Bilal... rooh aur chahat nahi. Hamein toh Khala ko is hadd tak le jana hai ke wo khud kahein ke 'Bilal, mujhe chhu lo'. Tum bas agle kuch din unhe tarsate raho. Unhe mehsoos hone do ke tumhari ek nazar ke liye unhe kitni mehnat karni padegi."

Agli Subah

Nashte ki table par suraj ki pehli kiran pardi, magar Bilal ka chehra bilkul sapaat (flat) tha. Shamim (Ammi) ne aaj khas taur par halki gulabi rang ki qameez pehni thi, baalon ko saleeqe se sanwara tha—shayad unhe umeed thi ke Bilal kal ki tarah phir koi shararat karega. Magar Bilal ne plate mein nazrein gaadh rakhi thin.

"Bilal beta... aaj tumne paratha nahi liya? Garmi zyada hai, thoda dahi kha lo," Shamim ne nehayat narmi se kaha aur katori uski taraf badhayi.

"Nahi Ammi, shukriya. Mera pet bhara hua hai," Bilal ne bina unki taraf dekhe kaha aur chai ka akhri sip lekar khara ho gaya. "Zoya, mera bag dena... main office ke liye late ho raha hoon."

Zoya ne hairat se apne bhai ko dekha. Kal tak jo banda Ammi ke aage-piche ghoom raha tha, aaj wo unki awaaz tak nahi sun raha tha. Zoya ko kuch sukoon mila ke shayad uski dhamki kaam kar gayi hai. Usne muskurate hue bag pakdaya. "Ye lijiye Bhaiya. Aaj toh aap kafi 'responsible' lag rahe hain."

Bilal khamoshi se nikal gaya. Shamim Banu wahin khari reh gayin. Unke hath mein dahi ki katori thi aur dil mein ek ajeeb sa bojh. Unhone pura din gaur kiya... Bilal shaam ko lauta toh bhi wahi mahol. Usne Ammi se pani tak nahi manga, balki khud kitchen mein ja kar glass bhar liya. Shamim uske peeche gayin, socha kuch baat karein.

"Bilal... aaj bade thake hue lag rahe ho? Kuch... kuch hua hai kya office mein?" Shamim ne dhere se pucha, unki awaaz mein ek an-jaani fikar thi.

"Nahi Ammi, bas kaam zyada tha. Main araam karna chahta hoon," Bilal ne sapaat lehje mein kaha aur apne kamre mein chala gaya.

Shamim ka dil dhak se reh gaya. Wo aaine ke samne khari ho gayin. Kya waqai wo burhi lag rahi hain? Kya Bilal ko ab unmein koi dilchaspi nahi rahi? Kal tak toh wo unki gardan par paseene ki boondein gin raha tha, aur aaj wo unki taraf dekhna bhi pasand nahi kar raha. Shamim ko ye khamoshi bardaasht nahi ho rahi thi. Unhe gussa bhi aa raha tha ke unka beta unhe nazar-andaz kar raha hai, aur saath hi saath wo purana 'nasha' unhe tadpa raha tha.

Raat ko Shamim bister par letin toh unhe wahi gajron ki khushboo mehsoos hui jo Bilal laya tha. Unhone andhere mein apni gardan par hath phera... wahi jagah jahan Bilal ki ungliyan touch hui thin. Unhe achanak Bilal ki sakht hatheliyan yaad aane lagin. Wo be-chain ho gayin. Unhe ehsas hua ke Bilal ki tawaajjo (attention) ab unki zaroorat ban chuki hai.

Wo uthi aur dhere se Bilal ke kamre ki taraf badhin. Unka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Unhe pata tha ke Zoya so rahi hai, magar wo khud ko rok nahi pa rahi thin. Unhe sirf ye puchna tha... "Bilal, tum mujhse naraz kyun ho?"

Magar darwaze par pahunch kar wo ruk gayin. Unhe darr laga... kahin Bilal ne kuch aur na samajh liya? Shamim Banu ki halat ab waisi hi thi jaisa Saima ne kaha tha—wo na ugal sakti thin, na nigaal sakti thin. Wo ek aisi dehleez par khari thin jahan se rasta sirf "Ghar ki Aag" ki taraf jata tha.

Scene 2: Lahore — Coaching Center aur Miss Kiran ki "Home Class"

Lahore ki dopahar ki tapish Gulberg ki sadkon par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Hamza coaching center ke hall mein betha Physics ka lecture sun raha tha, magar uski notebook par derivations ki jagah kuch aur hi ban raha tha. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar Hira ki wo nangi peeth aur wo "black lace" wali underwear ghoom rahi thi.

"Hamza Rashid!"

Ek sakht aur khanakdar awaaz ne Hamza ke dimaag ke jhaale saaf kar diye. Usne jhatke se sarr uthaya. Samne Miss Kiran Tariq khari thin. Safed cotton ka suit, hathon mein watch aur aankhon par bareek frame wala chashma—unka haseen magar sanjeeda chehre par thodi narazi thi.

Arsalan, jo Hamza ka dost bhi tha aur Miss Kiran ka beta bhi, agli seat par betha dhyan se apni ammi ki baat sun raha tha. Usne mud kar Hamza ko dekha aur aankh maari, jaise keh raha ho, "Beta, aaj toh tu gaya!"

"Ji... Ji Miss?" Hamza ne hadbada kar kaha.

"Main pichle panch minute se 'Projectile Motion' samjha rahi hoon aur tum apni hi kisi duniya mein gum ho. Notebook lao apni," Miss Kiran uske bench ke paas aayin.

Unke jism se aane wali mehengi perfume ki khushboo ne Hamza ke dimaag ko aur sujha diya. Jab unhone notebook uthayi, toh Hamza ka dum nikal gaya. Notebook ke kone mein usne ek aurat ka jism banaya hua tha jo kafi hadd tak Hira se milta julta tha — nehayat hi bold aur uksane wala.

Miss Kiran ne ek pal ke liye us tasveer ko dekha, phir Hamza ki aankhon mein dekha. Unki aankhon mein gussa toh tha, magar ek ajeeb si hairat bhi thi. Unhone notebook band ki aur meiz par thapthapayi.

"Arsalan, tum bahar ja kar car saaf karo, main aati hoon. Hamza, tum ruko, mujhe tumse baat karni hai," unhone sapaat lehje mein kaha. Arsalan be-khabari mein muskura kar bahar nikal gaya, ye soche baghair ke uski maa uske dost ke saath kya baat karne wali hain.

Class ke Baad — Tanha Classroom

Jab saare bachay nikal gaye, Hamza darrte darrte Miss Kiran ke paas gaya. Hall bilkul khali tha aur AC ki halki si gar-garahat mehsoos ho rahi thi.

"Idhar aao Hamza," Miss Kiran ne kursi par baithte hue kaha. Unhone apna chashma utar kar table par rakha. "Tumhare ghar mein sab theek hai? Tumhara dhyan kahan hai aaj kal?"

"Ji Miss... wo... ghar mein thode masle hain," Hamza ne nazrein jhuka kar jhoot bola.

Miss Kiran ne ek gehri saans li aur thoda aage ko jhukin. Unka gala thoda khula tha jahan se unki gori gardan saaf nazar aa rahi thi. "Masle har ghar mein hote hain Hamza. Magar jo tasveer tum ne banayi thi... wo kisi 'parishan' dimaag ki nahi, balki kisi 'pyaase' dimaag ki nishani hai. Kya tumhari umar mein ye sab munasib hai?"

Hamza ne thoda hosla ikhatha kiya. Usey pata tha ke Miss Kiran widow hain aur kafi waqt se akeli hain. "Miss... jab garmi hadd se badh jaye toh insaan kya kare? Padhai mein dil tab lagta hai jab dimaag sukoon mein ho. Aur aaj kal mere aas-pass ka mahol hi kuch aisa hai..."

Miss Kiran ne Hamza ko ghaur se dekha. Unhe umeed nahi thi ke ye ladka itni himmat se jawab dega. Unhone apni tangein ek dusre ke upar rakhin (Cross-legged), jisse unki shalwar thodi upar hui aur unka gora takhna (ankle) nazar aane laga.

"Toh tumhe sukoon chahiye?" Miss Kiran ki awaaz thodi naram hui magar rob ab bhi wahi tha. "Coaching mein toh baaki bachay hote hain, yahan tumhara dhyan bhatak jata hai. Kal tum shaam ko 6 baje seedha mere ghar aaoge. Main tumhe 'Personal Coaching' doon gi. Wahan koi shor nahi hoga."

Hamza ka dil jhatke lene laga. Dost ki maa ke ghar ja kar "Personal Class" lena? Ye toh usne socha hi nahi tha. "Lekin Miss... Arsalan wahan hoga toh...?"

"Arsalan ko maine uske dost ki taraf bhej dena hai. Tum bas waqt par pahunch jana," Miss Kiran ne Hamza ki aankhon mein dekha. Unki nazron mein ek aisi chamak thi jo sirf ek ustad ki nahi thi. "Aur yaad rakhna Hamza, agar tumne dhyan nahi diya, toh main tumhare Abbu se milne khud haveli aaungi... phir wo dekhenge ke unka beta kitna acha 'artist' hai."

Hamza ne Miss Kiran ke chehre par ek ajeeb si kashish dekhi. Usey ehsas hua ke Miss Kiran sirf usey daant nahi rahi thin, balki shayad wo bhi Hamza ke andar ki us aag ko daryaft karna chahti thin jo usey be-chain kar rahi thi.

"Main zaroor aaunga Miss... jaisa aap kahein," Hamza ne unki aankhon mein dekha.

Miss Kiran ne halki si muskurahat dabayi aur apna bag uthaya. "Theek hai. Ab jao... aur wo tasveer phaar dena."

Hamza bahar nikla toh uske chehre par ek fatehana muskurahat thi. Usey lag raha tha ke haveli ke andar ki aag ab haveli se bahar bhi phailne wali hai.

Scene 3: Lahore Haveli — Naseem aur Saima ki Pur-Asrar Guftagu

Dopahar ka waqt tha aur haveli mein ajeeb sa sannata tha. Mardon ke office aur bacchon ke college jane ke baad, ye waqt sirf Naseem aur Saima ka hota tha. Naseem apne kamre mein bister par adhi leti hui thi, unki chaal mein ek halki si lachak aur jism mein ek mitha sa dard tha—Usman ki kal ki haivaniyat ka nishana.

Saima darwaza band karke andar aayi aur Naseem ke paon ke paas baith gayi. Usne dekha ke Naseem ki aankhon mein abhi bhi wo khumari baqi thi jo sirf ek bharpoor chudai ke baad aati hai.

"Ammi... lagta hai kal Usman ne waqai aapka purza purza dheela kar diya hai," Saima ne shararat se Naseem ki raan par hath rakha. "Aapki toh kamar bhi seedhi nahi ho rahi."

Naseem ne ek gehri aur thandi saans li, unke hothon par ek mard-kush muskurahat aayi. "Uff Saima... kya bataun tujhe. Usman dikhne mein toh bacha lagta hai, magar uske andar jo jaan hai... wo tere Abbu mein bhi nahi rahi. Kal usne mujhe deewar se laga kar jo dhakke maare hain, meri bacha-daani tak hil gayi hai."

Saima ka chehra thoda surkh hua, uski saansein bhari hone lagin. "Ammi, ye toh na-insaafi hai na? Maine hi usey garam kiya, maine hi rasta saaf kiya, aur maza saara aap loot legi? Mera bhi toh dil karta hai ke aapke saath mil kar Usman ki us mardangi ka imtehaan loon. Kya khyal hai? Agli baar hum dono mil kar usey nicha dikhayenge... Threesome?"

Naseem ne hansi mein qahqaha lagaya. "Haye ni besharam! Maa-beti ek saath ek hi mard ke niche? Magar haan... mahol toh aisa hi banta ja raha hai. Tu fikr mat kar, Usman tera hi hai, main toh bas uska nasha check kar rahi thi."

Saima ne baat ka rukh badla aur thodi sanjeeda ho gayi. "Ammi, mazaq apni jagah, magar ek masla hai. Meri Bilal se baat hui thi... Karachi mein Zoya deewar ban kar khari ho gayi hai. Wo Khala (Shamim) tak Bilal ko pahunchne nahi de rahi aur badnami ki dhamkiyan de rahi hai. Bilal bechara peeche hat gaya hai, magar kab tak?"

Naseem ne thodi der socha, phir unki aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak aayi. "Zoya... wo thodi 'parsa' (pious) banti hai na? Saima, uska ek hi hal hai. Zoya ko haveli ki is aag mein jhonkna hoga. Kyun na hum Zoya aur Usman ki shadi ki baat shuru karein? Jab Zoya ka rishta Usman se tay ho jayega, toh wo Usman ke lund ki garmi mehsoos karne ke liye khud be-chain hogi. Jab uske apne pair phisalenge, toh wo Bilal aur Shamim par ungli uthane ke qabil nahi rahegi. Usman ko hum istemal karenge Zoya ko 'thanda' karne ke liye."

Saima ki aankhein chamak utheen. "Wah Ammi! Aap toh waqai ustad hain. Usman jab Zoya ko sambhale-ga, toh Bilal ka rasta saaf ho jayega. Magar Ammi... ek khwahish meri bhi hai."

Saima, Naseem ke aur qareeb ho gayi aur unka hath pakad kar apne pait par rakha. "Main Karachi wapis jane se pehle chahti hoon ke is haveli ke hi kisi mard se pregnant ho kar jaoon. Main chahti hoon ke mere bachay ki ragon mein haveli ka wahi garam khoon ho. Bilal toh hai hi, magar mujhe kisi apne ka hi beej (semen) chahiye."

Naseem ne Saima ko ghaur se dekha aur phir usey apne seene se laga liya. "Tu fikar kyun karti hai? Hamza hai na... uska khoon sab se zyada garam hai aaj kal. Main mahol banau-ngi. Tu bas taiyar rehna."

Naseem ne Saima ke kaan mein sargoshi ki, "Bas jaldi se umeed se ho ja... phir jab bacha hoga, toh tu wapis ana... Hamza ko apna doodh pilane ke liye. Waise bhi us ladke ko jawan aurton ke doodh ka bada shauq hai."

Dono maa-beti zor se hansne lagin. Pure kamre mein hawas aur saazish ki khushboo phail gayi thi. Unhe pata tha ke ab haveli ka koi bhi mard unke husn aur hawas ke jaal se bach nahi payega.

Scene 4: Lahore Haveli — Hira ka Inkaar aur Rashid Sahab ka Waar

Sham dhal rahi thi aur haveli ke dar-o-deewar par narnji (orange) roshni phaili hui thi. Hira college se wapis aa kar apne kamre mein kapde badal rahi thi ke achanak darwaza khula aur Rashid Sahab dakhil hue. Unke chehre par aaj wohi purani sakhti thi jo kisi faisle se pehle aati hai.

Hira ne jaldi se apna dupatta kandhe par dala. "Abbu? Aap... is waqt?"

Rashid Sahab ne aage barh kar darwaza andar se band kiya aur thak kar sofa par baith gaye. Unki nazrein Hira ke kamsin jism par aise ghoom rahi thin jaise wo koi mal-e-ghanimat (treasure) dekh rahe hon. "Hira... kab tak chupaogi apne aap ko? Chhat par us din tum ne jo vaada kiya tha, wo abhi tak adhoora hai."

Hira ne ek gehri saans li aur aaine ke samne khari ho gayi. "Abbu, maine koi vaada nahi kiya tha. Maine sirf itna kaha tha ke main sochungi. Aur sach toh ye hai ke mujhe dar lagta hai."

"Dar kaisa?" Rashid Sahab uth kar uske piche khare ho gaye. Aaine mein unka budha magar mazboot jism Hira ke gora badan ke saath ajeeb sa tazzad (contrast) paida kar raha tha. Unhone Hira ke kandhon par hath rakha. "Main tumhara baap hoon, mujhe pata hai ke tumhe kis cheez ki zaroorat hai. Ayesha ko dekho, wo kitni sukoon mein hai. Tum kyun apni jawani zaya kar rahi ho?"

Hira ne jhatke se unka hath hataya aur unki taraf mudi. Uske chehre par ab wohi "jawan tevar" thay jo usne Hamza ko dikhaye thay. "Abbu, Ayesha baji ki baat aur thi. Magar meri pasand alag hai. Main nahi chahti ke meri pehli baar... kisi aise ke saath ho jo... jo meri umar ka na ho."

Rashid Sahab ki aankhon mein ghussa chamka. "Matlab? Tumhe lagta hai ke main budha ho gaya hoon? Tumhe lagta hai ke mujh mein woh dum nahi raha?" Unhone Hira ka hath marora aur usey apne qareeb khincha. "Puri haveli mere ishare par chalti hai Hira. Naseem ho ya Saima... sab ne mera loha mana hai. Tum kya cheez ho?"

Hira ne dard se karah kar kaha, "Abbu, zor-zabardasti se aap mera jism toh pa lenge, magar main apka saath nahi doon gi. Meri shart hai... agar aap chahte hain ke main khud chal kar aapke kamre mein aaun, toh mujhe thoda waqt dein. Mujhe apne dimaag ko taiyar karne dein."

Rashid Sahab ne usey chhor diya, magar unke hothon par ek makkari bhari muskurahat aayi. "Waqt? Waqt toh bahut de diya Hira. Chalo, ek naya soda (deal) karte hain. Agle hafte Karachi se Bilal apni family (Shamim, Zoya aur Farah) ko lekar aa raha hai taake Saima ko wapis le ja sake. Maine unki amad par ek badi dawat rakhi hai. Agar us din tak tum ne mujhe khush nahi kiya, toh yaad rakhna... main tumhari shadi kisi aise purane khandan mein karwa dunga jahan tum poori zindagi ghut-ghut kar marogi. Na jawan lund milega, na sukoon."

Hira thoda sehmi, magar usne apne dimaag mein Hamza ka plan rakha hua tha. "Theek hai Abbu... agle hafte tak ka waqt dein. Magar tab tak... aap mujh par dabao nahi dalenge."

Rashid Sahab ne Hira ki thori (chin) pakdi aur usey halka sa jhatka diya. "Theek hai. Magar yaad rakhna Hira... Rashid Sahab ko inkaar sunne ki aadat nahi hai. Agar tum ne mera saath diya, toh ye haveli tumhare qadmon mein hogi. Aur agar nahi... toh phir nateeja tum janti ho."

Wo kamre se nikal gaye, magar unke jane ke baad Hira ne gusse mein meiz par rakha perfume ka bottle deewar par de mara. "Bujhte chirag ki lau tez hoti hai..., kuch aise hi haal hain inke, inhein lagta hai ye mujhe dara denge."

Usne foran Hamza ko message kiya: "Plan tez karna hoga Hamza. Abbu ne ultimatum de diya hai. Bilal Bhai aur unke gharwale agle hafte aa rahe hain, tab tak hamein kuch bada sochna hoga. Kal coaching se seedhe ghar hi aajana, main College se jaldi ajaaungi."

Episode 32 Khatam​

Cliffhanger: Karachi mein Bilal ka "khamosh waar" Shamim ko tadpne par majboor kar chuka hai, magar kya Saima ka ye plan Zoya ki jasoosi ke samne tik payega? Hira ne Rashid Sahab ke mutalbe ko challenge toh kar diya hai, lekin kya Hamza waqt par uski seal tod payega ya Rashid Sahab apni haibat se Hira ko jhuka denge? Aur sab se bada sawaal... Kal shaam Hamza, Miss Kiran ke ghar "Physics" ke kaun se naye laws likhega?
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Baba Kamdev said:
Ghar Ki Aag

Episode 32 — Saazishein, Tashnagi aur Hatmi Mutalba​

Scene 1: Karachi — Saima ki Masterclass aur Shamim ki Bechaini

Karachi mein raat ab gehra chuki thi. Bilal apne kamre mein akela bais-o-pash mein tha. Zoya ki dhamki uske kaano mein kisi thappad ki tarah goonj rahi thi. "Main subah pehla phone Khalu (Rashid Sahab) ko karungi." Bilal ko pata tha ke Rashid Sahab is maamle mein bura nahi manenge, kyunki wo khud Lahore mein yahi sab kar rahe hain, magar masla badnami ka tha. Zoya agar ghar mein hungama khada kar deti toh Shamim (Ammi) ki nazron mein Bilal hamesha ke liye gir jata, aur wo aisa risk nahi lena chahta tha.

Usne apna phone uthaya aur Lahore call milayi. Dusri taraf uski biwi, Saima, ne teesri bell par phone utha liya.

"Itni raat ko hamari yaad kaise aa gayi.. Bilal?, Toh sunao phir kahan tak pahonche - wahan toh mahol kafi garam kar rakha hai na tumne?," Saima ki awaaz mein ek khas kism ki chashni aur tajurba tha. Wo Lahore ki haveli ki wo khiladi thi jisne saare khel Naseem aur Rashid ke khel ko barson se dekh aur samjhte hue seekha tha.

Bilal ne ek gehri saans li aur poora kissa suna diya— "Saima... masla ho gaya hai," Bilal ne kamre ka darwaza ek baar phir check karte hue kaha. Usne Farah ki jasoosi se lekar kitchen mein gajre sajane, gajron wala kissa, Shamim Ammi ki wo larzish (shivering) aur phir Zoya ki dhamki tak poori tafseel se batayi. "Zoya beech mein deewar ban gayi hai. Wo dhamki de rahi hai ke sab ko bata degi. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ke main peeche hat jaoon ya is aag ko aur bhadkao?"

Saima phone ke dusri taraf halka sa hansi. "Bilal, mere pyare miyan... tum Lahore ki haveli se seekh kar toh gaye ho, magar abhi tumhare andar wo thehrao nahi aaya jo Ammi (Naseem) aur Abbu (Rashid) mein hai. Tum ne galti ye ki ke tum ne Zoya ko apne raste ka kanta banne diya. Zoya aqalmand hai, wo tumhari niyat ko bhaanp gayi hai. Aur jab tak ek teesra banda ghar mein nigrani kar raha ho, tab tak tum Ammi ko fateh nahi kar sakte."

"Toh main kya karoon? Zoya ko kaise chup karwaon?" Bilal ne be-chaini se pucha.

"Zoya ko chup karwane ki zaroorat nahi hai, usey 'andhera' dikhane ki zaroorat hai. Magar usse pehle, tumhe Ammi ke saath ek naya khel khelna hoga," Saima ne takiye ka sahara lete hue kaha. "Suno, kal se tum bilkul badal jao. Ab tak tum ne Ammi ko 'taseer' (influence) di hai, ab unhe 'tashnagi' (thirst) do. Kal subah se unki taraf dekhna band kar do. Unhe aisa mehsoos karwao jaise tum ne Zoya ki baat maan li hai aur tumhe apni harkaton par sharmindagi hai."

Bilal hairan hua. "Isse toh wo aur door ho jayengi?"

"Nahi pagal!" Saima ne samjhaya. "Auraton ki fitrat hoti hai, Bilal. Jab unhe tawaajjo (attention) mil rahi ho toh wo nakhre dikhati hain, magar jab wahi tawaajjo achanak chin jaye, toh wo pareshan ho jati hain. Shamim Khala ne tumhare lams (touch) ka nasha chakh liya hai. Wo jo tum ne unke baalon mein gajre sajaye thay, unki gardan ko mas kiya tha... unki ragon mein wo garmi ab bhi daud rahi hogi. Jab tum achanak 'Shareef' ban jaoge, toh unhe apna aap adhoora lagne lagega. Unhe lagega ke shayad wo ab tumhare liye haseen nahi rahin, ya tum unse uqta gaye ho."

Saima ki awaaz ab aur gehri ho gayi thi. "Jab mard peeche hat-ta hai na, toh aurat ka tajassus (curiosity) aur uski bhook dugni ho jati hai. Ammi khud tadpengi ye dekhne ke liye ke Bilal ki aankhon mein wo purani chamak kahan gayi. Wo khud tumhare paas aayengi, bahane banayengi, tumhare kamre mein aayengi. Aur Zoya? Zoya ko lagega ke wo jeet gayi hai. Wo thodi 'dhilli' (relax) hogi, aur wahi waqt hoga jab hum usey kisi aur khel mein phansayenge."

Bilal ko apni biwi ki aqalmandi par rashk aa raha tha. "Saima, tum waqai ustad ho. Maine socha tha ke main zor-zabardasti karunga, magar tum ne toh game hi badal diya."

"Tum bas kuch din aur isee tarah nikallo phir main bhi wahin rahungi na tumhare saath toh ham milkar sambhal lenge Zoya aur Farah ko, aur haan yaad rakho zor-zabardasti se jism milta hai, Bilal... rooh aur chahat nahi. Hamein toh Khala ko is hadd tak le jana hai ke wo khud kahein ke 'Bilal, mujhe chhu lo'. Tum bas agle kuch din unhe tarsate raho. Unhe mehsoos hone do ke tumhari ek nazar ke liye unhe kitni mehnat karni padegi."

Agli Subah

Nashte ki table par suraj ki pehli kiran pardi, magar Bilal ka chehra bilkul sapaat (flat) tha. Shamim (Ammi) ne aaj khas taur par halki gulabi rang ki qameez pehni thi, baalon ko saleeqe se sanwara tha—shayad unhe umeed thi ke Bilal kal ki tarah phir koi shararat karega. Magar Bilal ne plate mein nazrein gaadh rakhi thin.

"Bilal beta... aaj tumne paratha nahi liya? Garmi zyada hai, thoda dahi kha lo," Shamim ne nehayat narmi se kaha aur katori uski taraf badhayi.

"Nahi Ammi, shukriya. Mera pet bhara hua hai," Bilal ne bina unki taraf dekhe kaha aur chai ka akhri sip lekar khara ho gaya. "Zoya, mera bag dena... main office ke liye late ho raha hoon."

Zoya ne hairat se apne bhai ko dekha. Kal tak jo banda Ammi ke aage-piche ghoom raha tha, aaj wo unki awaaz tak nahi sun raha tha. Zoya ko kuch sukoon mila ke shayad uski dhamki kaam kar gayi hai. Usne muskurate hue bag pakdaya. "Ye lijiye Bhaiya. Aaj toh aap kafi 'responsible' lag rahe hain."

Bilal khamoshi se nikal gaya. Shamim Banu wahin khari reh gayin. Unke hath mein dahi ki katori thi aur dil mein ek ajeeb sa bojh. Unhone pura din gaur kiya... Bilal shaam ko lauta toh bhi wahi mahol. Usne Ammi se pani tak nahi manga, balki khud kitchen mein ja kar glass bhar liya. Shamim uske peeche gayin, socha kuch baat karein.

"Bilal... aaj bade thake hue lag rahe ho? Kuch... kuch hua hai kya office mein?" Shamim ne dhere se pucha, unki awaaz mein ek an-jaani fikar thi.

"Nahi Ammi, bas kaam zyada tha. Main araam karna chahta hoon," Bilal ne sapaat lehje mein kaha aur apne kamre mein chala gaya.

Shamim ka dil dhak se reh gaya. Wo aaine ke samne khari ho gayin. Kya waqai wo burhi lag rahi hain? Kya Bilal ko ab unmein koi dilchaspi nahi rahi? Kal tak toh wo unki gardan par paseene ki boondein gin raha tha, aur aaj wo unki taraf dekhna bhi pasand nahi kar raha. Shamim ko ye khamoshi bardaasht nahi ho rahi thi. Unhe gussa bhi aa raha tha ke unka beta unhe nazar-andaz kar raha hai, aur saath hi saath wo purana 'nasha' unhe tadpa raha tha.

Raat ko Shamim bister par letin toh unhe wahi gajron ki khushboo mehsoos hui jo Bilal laya tha. Unhone andhere mein apni gardan par hath phera... wahi jagah jahan Bilal ki ungliyan touch hui thin. Unhe achanak Bilal ki sakht hatheliyan yaad aane lagin. Wo be-chain ho gayin. Unhe ehsas hua ke Bilal ki tawaajjo (attention) ab unki zaroorat ban chuki hai.

Wo uthi aur dhere se Bilal ke kamre ki taraf badhin. Unka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Unhe pata tha ke Zoya so rahi hai, magar wo khud ko rok nahi pa rahi thin. Unhe sirf ye puchna tha... "Bilal, tum mujhse naraz kyun ho?"

Magar darwaze par pahunch kar wo ruk gayin. Unhe darr laga... kahin Bilal ne kuch aur na samajh liya? Shamim Banu ki halat ab waisi hi thi jaisa Saima ne kaha tha—wo na ugal sakti thin, na nigaal sakti thin. Wo ek aisi dehleez par khari thin jahan se rasta sirf "Ghar ki Aag" ki taraf jata tha.

Scene 2: Lahore — Coaching Center aur Miss Kiran ki "Home Class"

Lahore ki dopahar ki tapish Gulberg ki sadkon par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Hamza coaching center ke hall mein betha Physics ka lecture sun raha tha, magar uski notebook par derivations ki jagah kuch aur hi ban raha tha. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar Hira ki wo nangi peeth aur wo "black lace" wali underwear ghoom rahi thi.

"Hamza Rashid!"

Ek sakht aur khanakdar awaaz ne Hamza ke dimaag ke jhaale saaf kar diye. Usne jhatke se sarr uthaya. Samne Miss Kiran Tariq khari thin. Safed cotton ka suit, hathon mein watch aur aankhon par bareek frame wala chashma—unka haseen magar sanjeeda chehre par thodi narazi thi.

Arsalan, jo Hamza ka dost bhi tha aur Miss Kiran ka beta bhi, agli seat par betha dhyan se apni ammi ki baat sun raha tha. Usne mud kar Hamza ko dekha aur aankh maari, jaise keh raha ho, "Beta, aaj toh tu gaya!"

"Ji... Ji Miss?" Hamza ne hadbada kar kaha.

"Main pichle panch minute se 'Projectile Motion' samjha rahi hoon aur tum apni hi kisi duniya mein gum ho. Notebook lao apni," Miss Kiran uske bench ke paas aayin.

Unke jism se aane wali mehengi perfume ki khushboo ne Hamza ke dimaag ko aur sujha diya. Jab unhone notebook uthayi, toh Hamza ka dum nikal gaya. Notebook ke kone mein usne ek aurat ka jism banaya hua tha jo kafi hadd tak Hira se milta julta tha — nehayat hi bold aur uksane wala.

Miss Kiran ne ek pal ke liye us tasveer ko dekha, phir Hamza ki aankhon mein dekha. Unki aankhon mein gussa toh tha, magar ek ajeeb si hairat bhi thi. Unhone notebook band ki aur meiz par thapthapayi.

"Arsalan, tum bahar ja kar car saaf karo, main aati hoon. Hamza, tum ruko, mujhe tumse baat karni hai," unhone sapaat lehje mein kaha. Arsalan be-khabari mein muskura kar bahar nikal gaya, ye soche baghair ke uski maa uske dost ke saath kya baat karne wali hain.

Class ke Baad — Tanha Classroom

Jab saare bachay nikal gaye, Hamza darrte darrte Miss Kiran ke paas gaya. Hall bilkul khali tha aur AC ki halki si gar-garahat mehsoos ho rahi thi.

"Idhar aao Hamza," Miss Kiran ne kursi par baithte hue kaha. Unhone apna chashma utar kar table par rakha. "Tumhare ghar mein sab theek hai? Tumhara dhyan kahan hai aaj kal?"

"Ji Miss... wo... ghar mein thode masle hain," Hamza ne nazrein jhuka kar jhoot bola.

Miss Kiran ne ek gehri saans li aur thoda aage ko jhukin. Unka gala thoda khula tha jahan se unki gori gardan saaf nazar aa rahi thi. "Masle har ghar mein hote hain Hamza. Magar jo tasveer tum ne banayi thi... wo kisi 'parishan' dimaag ki nahi, balki kisi 'pyaase' dimaag ki nishani hai. Kya tumhari umar mein ye sab munasib hai?"

Hamza ne thoda hosla ikhatha kiya. Usey pata tha ke Miss Kiran widow hain aur kafi waqt se akeli hain. "Miss... jab garmi hadd se badh jaye toh insaan kya kare? Padhai mein dil tab lagta hai jab dimaag sukoon mein ho. Aur aaj kal mere aas-pass ka mahol hi kuch aisa hai..."

Miss Kiran ne Hamza ko ghaur se dekha. Unhe umeed nahi thi ke ye ladka itni himmat se jawab dega. Unhone apni tangein ek dusre ke upar rakhin (Cross-legged), jisse unki shalwar thodi upar hui aur unka gora takhna (ankle) nazar aane laga.

"Toh tumhe sukoon chahiye?" Miss Kiran ki awaaz thodi naram hui magar rob ab bhi wahi tha. "Coaching mein toh baaki bachay hote hain, yahan tumhara dhyan bhatak jata hai. Kal tum shaam ko 6 baje seedha mere ghar aaoge. Main tumhe 'Personal Coaching' doon gi. Wahan koi shor nahi hoga."

Hamza ka dil jhatke lene laga. Dost ki maa ke ghar ja kar "Personal Class" lena? Ye toh usne socha hi nahi tha. "Lekin Miss... Arsalan wahan hoga toh...?"

"Arsalan ko maine uske dost ki taraf bhej dena hai. Tum bas waqt par pahunch jana," Miss Kiran ne Hamza ki aankhon mein dekha. Unki nazron mein ek aisi chamak thi jo sirf ek ustad ki nahi thi. "Aur yaad rakhna Hamza, agar tumne dhyan nahi diya, toh main tumhare Abbu se milne khud haveli aaungi... phir wo dekhenge ke unka beta kitna acha 'artist' hai."

Hamza ne Miss Kiran ke chehre par ek ajeeb si kashish dekhi. Usey ehsas hua ke Miss Kiran sirf usey daant nahi rahi thin, balki shayad wo bhi Hamza ke andar ki us aag ko daryaft karna chahti thin jo usey be-chain kar rahi thi.

"Main zaroor aaunga Miss... jaisa aap kahein," Hamza ne unki aankhon mein dekha.

Miss Kiran ne halki si muskurahat dabayi aur apna bag uthaya. "Theek hai. Ab jao... aur wo tasveer phaar dena."

Hamza bahar nikla toh uske chehre par ek fatehana muskurahat thi. Usey lag raha tha ke haveli ke andar ki aag ab haveli se bahar bhi phailne wali hai.

Scene 3: Lahore Haveli — Naseem aur Saima ki Pur-Asrar Guftagu

Dopahar ka waqt tha aur haveli mein ajeeb sa sannata tha. Mardon ke office aur bacchon ke college jane ke baad, ye waqt sirf Naseem aur Saima ka hota tha. Naseem apne kamre mein bister par adhi leti hui thi, unki chaal mein ek halki si lachak aur jism mein ek mitha sa dard tha—Usman ki kal ki haivaniyat ka nishana.

Saima darwaza band karke andar aayi aur Naseem ke paon ke paas baith gayi. Usne dekha ke Naseem ki aankhon mein abhi bhi wo khumari baqi thi jo sirf ek bharpoor chudai ke baad aati hai.

"Ammi... lagta hai kal Usman ne waqai aapka purza purza dheela kar diya hai," Saima ne shararat se Naseem ki raan par hath rakha. "Aapki toh kamar bhi seedhi nahi ho rahi."

Naseem ne ek gehri aur thandi saans li, unke hothon par ek mard-kush muskurahat aayi. "Uff Saima... kya bataun tujhe. Usman dikhne mein toh bacha lagta hai, magar uske andar jo jaan hai... wo tere Abbu mein bhi nahi rahi. Kal usne mujhe deewar se laga kar jo dhakke maare hain, meri bacha-daani tak hil gayi hai."

Saima ka chehra thoda surkh hua, uski saansein bhari hone lagin. "Ammi, ye toh na-insaafi hai na? Maine hi usey garam kiya, maine hi rasta saaf kiya, aur maza saara aap loot legi? Mera bhi toh dil karta hai ke aapke saath mil kar Usman ki us mardangi ka imtehaan loon. Kya khyal hai? Agli baar hum dono mil kar usey nicha dikhayenge... Threesome?"

Naseem ne hansi mein qahqaha lagaya. "Haye ni besharam! Maa-beti ek saath ek hi mard ke niche? Magar haan... mahol toh aisa hi banta ja raha hai. Tu fikr mat kar, Usman tera hi hai, main toh bas uska nasha check kar rahi thi."

Saima ne baat ka rukh badla aur thodi sanjeeda ho gayi. "Ammi, mazaq apni jagah, magar ek masla hai. Meri Bilal se baat hui thi... Karachi mein Zoya deewar ban kar khari ho gayi hai. Wo Khala (Shamim) tak Bilal ko pahunchne nahi de rahi aur badnami ki dhamkiyan de rahi hai. Bilal bechara peeche hat gaya hai, magar kab tak?"

Naseem ne thodi der socha, phir unki aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak aayi. "Zoya... wo thodi 'parsa' (pious) banti hai na? Saima, uska ek hi hal hai. Zoya ko haveli ki is aag mein jhonkna hoga. Kyun na hum Zoya aur Usman ki shadi ki baat shuru karein? Jab Zoya ka rishta Usman se tay ho jayega, toh wo Usman ke lund ki garmi mehsoos karne ke liye khud be-chain hogi. Jab uske apne pair phisalenge, toh wo Bilal aur Shamim par ungli uthane ke qabil nahi rahegi. Usman ko hum istemal karenge Zoya ko 'thanda' karne ke liye."

Saima ki aankhein chamak utheen. "Wah Ammi! Aap toh waqai ustad hain. Usman jab Zoya ko sambhale-ga, toh Bilal ka rasta saaf ho jayega. Magar Ammi... ek khwahish meri bhi hai."

Saima, Naseem ke aur qareeb ho gayi aur unka hath pakad kar apne pait par rakha. "Main Karachi wapis jane se pehle chahti hoon ke is haveli ke hi kisi mard se pregnant ho kar jaoon. Main chahti hoon ke mere bachay ki ragon mein haveli ka wahi garam khoon ho. Bilal toh hai hi, magar mujhe kisi apne ka hi beej (semen) chahiye."

Naseem ne Saima ko ghaur se dekha aur phir usey apne seene se laga liya. "Tu fikar kyun karti hai? Hamza hai na... uska khoon sab se zyada garam hai aaj kal. Main mahol banau-ngi. Tu bas taiyar rehna."

Naseem ne Saima ke kaan mein sargoshi ki, "Bas jaldi se umeed se ho ja... phir jab bacha hoga, toh tu wapis ana... Hamza ko apna doodh pilane ke liye. Waise bhi us ladke ko jawan aurton ke doodh ka bada shauq hai."

Dono maa-beti zor se hansne lagin. Pure kamre mein hawas aur saazish ki khushboo phail gayi thi. Unhe pata tha ke ab haveli ka koi bhi mard unke husn aur hawas ke jaal se bach nahi payega.

Scene 4: Lahore Haveli — Hira ka Inkaar aur Rashid Sahab ka Waar

Sham dhal rahi thi aur haveli ke dar-o-deewar par narnji (orange) roshni phaili hui thi. Hira college se wapis aa kar apne kamre mein kapde badal rahi thi ke achanak darwaza khula aur Rashid Sahab dakhil hue. Unke chehre par aaj wohi purani sakhti thi jo kisi faisle se pehle aati hai.

Hira ne jaldi se apna dupatta kandhe par dala. "Abbu? Aap... is waqt?"

Rashid Sahab ne aage barh kar darwaza andar se band kiya aur thak kar sofa par baith gaye. Unki nazrein Hira ke kamsin jism par aise ghoom rahi thin jaise wo koi mal-e-ghanimat (treasure) dekh rahe hon. "Hira... kab tak chupaogi apne aap ko? Chhat par us din tum ne jo vaada kiya tha, wo abhi tak adhoora hai."

Hira ne ek gehri saans li aur aaine ke samne khari ho gayi. "Abbu, maine koi vaada nahi kiya tha. Maine sirf itna kaha tha ke main sochungi. Aur sach toh ye hai ke mujhe dar lagta hai."

"Dar kaisa?" Rashid Sahab uth kar uske piche khare ho gaye. Aaine mein unka budha magar mazboot jism Hira ke gora badan ke saath ajeeb sa tazzad (contrast) paida kar raha tha. Unhone Hira ke kandhon par hath rakha. "Main tumhara baap hoon, mujhe pata hai ke tumhe kis cheez ki zaroorat hai. Ayesha ko dekho, wo kitni sukoon mein hai. Tum kyun apni jawani zaya kar rahi ho?"

Hira ne jhatke se unka hath hataya aur unki taraf mudi. Uske chehre par ab wohi "jawan tevar" thay jo usne Hamza ko dikhaye thay. "Abbu, Ayesha baji ki baat aur thi. Magar meri pasand alag hai. Main nahi chahti ke meri pehli baar... kisi aise ke saath ho jo... jo meri umar ka na ho."

Rashid Sahab ki aankhon mein ghussa chamka. "Matlab? Tumhe lagta hai ke main budha ho gaya hoon? Tumhe lagta hai ke mujh mein woh dum nahi raha?" Unhone Hira ka hath marora aur usey apne qareeb khincha. "Puri haveli mere ishare par chalti hai Hira. Naseem ho ya Saima... sab ne mera loha mana hai. Tum kya cheez ho?"

Hira ne dard se karah kar kaha, "Abbu, zor-zabardasti se aap mera jism toh pa lenge, magar main apka saath nahi doon gi. Meri shart hai... agar aap chahte hain ke main khud chal kar aapke kamre mein aaun, toh mujhe thoda waqt dein. Mujhe apne dimaag ko taiyar karne dein."

Rashid Sahab ne usey chhor diya, magar unke hothon par ek makkari bhari muskurahat aayi. "Waqt? Waqt toh bahut de diya Hira. Chalo, ek naya soda (deal) karte hain. Agle hafte Karachi se Bilal apni family (Shamim, Zoya aur Farah) ko lekar aa raha hai taake Saima ko wapis le ja sake. Maine unki amad par ek badi dawat rakhi hai. Agar us din tak tum ne mujhe khush nahi kiya, toh yaad rakhna... main tumhari shadi kisi aise purane khandan mein karwa dunga jahan tum poori zindagi ghut-ghut kar marogi. Na jawan lund milega, na sukoon."

Hira thoda sehmi, magar usne apne dimaag mein Hamza ka plan rakha hua tha. "Theek hai Abbu... agle hafte tak ka waqt dein. Magar tab tak... aap mujh par dabao nahi dalenge."

Rashid Sahab ne Hira ki thori (chin) pakdi aur usey halka sa jhatka diya. "Theek hai. Magar yaad rakhna Hira... Rashid Sahab ko inkaar sunne ki aadat nahi hai. Agar tum ne mera saath diya, toh ye haveli tumhare qadmon mein hogi. Aur agar nahi... toh phir nateeja tum janti ho."

Wo kamre se nikal gaye, magar unke jane ke baad Hira ne gusse mein meiz par rakha perfume ka bottle deewar par de mara. "Bujhte chirag ki lau tez hoti hai..., kuch aise hi haal hain inke, inhein lagta hai ye mujhe dara denge."

Usne foran Hamza ko message kiya: "Plan tez karna hoga Hamza. Abbu ne ultimatum de diya hai. Bilal Bhai aur unke gharwale agle hafte aa rahe hain, tab tak hamein kuch bada sochna hoga. Kal coaching se seedhe ghar hi aajana, main College se jaldi ajaaungi."

Episode 32 Khatam​

Cliffhanger: Karachi mein Bilal ka "khamosh waar" Shamim ko tadpne par majboor kar chuka hai, magar kya Saima ka ye plan Zoya ki jasoosi ke samne tik payega? Hira ne Rashid Sahab ke mutalbe ko challenge toh kar diya hai, lekin kya Hamza waqt par uski seal tod payega ya Rashid Sahab apni haibat se Hira ko jhuka denge? Aur sab se bada sawaal... Kal shaam Hamza, Miss Kiran ke ghar "Physics" ke kaun se naye laws likhega?
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