Driver Aslam ki Rand Dr.Kamya

Raat kafi ho gayi thi, par Kamya ki ankhon se neend gayab thi. Aslam ki chinta usse kissi aur baare me sochne nahi de rahi thi…..

(Oh God … Kya huva hoga?? Kahi woh suicide na kar le… Nahi wo aisa nahi karega…Par phir phone kyu off aa raha hai abhi tak …? Agar ek baar baat ho jaye to usse samjha lungi main.. Iss baar sambhal lungi main… Agar jaroor padi to abhi k abhi uske pass chali jau usse shant karne… Par ye kaise hoga… Maine to thik se uski information bhi nahi li… Kaha rehta hai ye bhi to mujhe pata nahi hai… Oh God… Agar baat ho pati to usse hi yaha bula leti.. Jyada se jyada kya hota log dekh lete… To kya?? Kya logo ka daar ek insaan ki jaan se jyada hai?? Bhad main jay duniyadari.. agar usski vajah se kisi insan ki jindgi pe ban aye to…Please God, don’t let any harm come to him … woh khud nahi janta ki gusse me kya kar raha hai … uff kitni badi galti kar di … chali tee me uska ilaaz karne … Uska pata bhi nahi janti varna abhi k abhi chali jaati usse dhundne… ab kya karun … kahin wo sach me kuen me kood gaya to ???!! nahi nahi.. Par agar aisa huva to main kya karoongi …?? Kaisi doctor hoon main !!! Marij ki halat uski bimari ko dekh kar bartav karna chaiye tha … par maine to ulta usse shant karne ki bajay jyada bhadka diya…. Please aslam call me … please….)

Kamya khud ko dosh de rahi thi aur apne aapse baate kar rahi thi… Uska dil kar raha tha k abhi uthe aur Aslam k pass chali jay… Wo jo kahega wo sab karegi wo… Usse bas Aslam ko thik karna hai (?) Kaise bhi… Kuch bhi karke… Kisi insan ki maut ki vajah khud ko manna assan kaam nahi hai.. wo bhi Kamya jaisi emotional ladki k liye….

Yehi sab sochti hui Kamya sone ki nakaam koshish karti hai, Kamya kaffi der tak bistar par karvaten badalti rahi… tabhi dressing table par pada mobile ring karne laga…

Aslam ka call hoga aisa dimag main ate hi Kamya bijli ki tarah us par lapki …
(Shukar hai bhagwaan ka .. Aslam ne phone to kiya )

Par Mobile ko hath main lete hi Kamya ka sari ummeed tut gai… Jab kisi cheej ka besabri se intajar karo aur usski jagah apki pasandida cheej bhi kabhi samne aa jay to wo bhi chidhane lagti hai.. gussa dilane lagti hai
Wo Call Sameer ki thi

(Uff..Abhi kyon kiya Sameer ne phone ?! Agar peeche se Aslam ka aa gaya to…? Kahi uski mujh se baat nahi hui to ho sakta hai uska gussa aur bhad jaye … Nahi mujhe Sameer ka call nahi uthana chahiye… Par Sameer ka hai … Phone na uthana bhi galat hoga na … akhir husband hain mere … ho sakta hai koi jaroorat ho usse bhi )

Kuch sochne k baad Kamya phone pick karti hai..
– “Hello … Sameer …???”
– “Hello … hello … Kamya darling …? … sorry yaar, hope tum so to nahi rahin thi na … ???”
– “… ab to jaagi hui hun …”

Kamya ne rukha sa javab diya … Uske dimag main Aslam ki chinta ki vajah se ek chidchidapan jo Sameer ke liye tha uss wajah se sochti hai
( Sameer bhi kya bekaar sawal kar rahe hai… Sote Sote phone uthata hai koi kya … uthaya hai to matlab jaag hi rahi hoon … )

Sameer bhi KAmya ki awaaz ki berukhi ko bhap leta hai.. Usse laga need se uthne ki vajah se shayad thodi naraj hogi.
– “Yaar naraaj na ho … sorry tumhe neend se uthaya … kuch jaroori baaten karni thi … tumse …”
– “Hmmm.. Bolo Sameer”
Kamya phir se thoda rukhepan se bolti hai.

Sameer phir se Kamya ka mood thik karne ke liye pehle general baate shuru karta hai
– “OK pehle ye batao tumhara din kaisa raha.?? Aur… ha..mai to puchna hi bhool gaya … woh tumhaari gaadi theek hogai kya… ?”
– “Haan, Rafiq bhai ko phone kar diya tha … unhi ne truck bhej kar tow karwa li aur thik kar ke unhi ke aadmi ne ghar pahuncha di …koi problem nahi hui …”
– “Vaise tumne test to kar li thi na …?”
– “Nahi … mai kyun karti test …?! Jab woh keh rahen hai ki thik ho gayi to theek hi ho gayi hogi …”

Kamya ka man katai nahi tha Sameer se din ki baato ko discuss karne ka.. uska mood thik hone ka naam hi nahi le raha tha..

– “Tab bhi yaar … ek baar to chala kar dekh leti … tum bhi na bas … sab par vishwaas kar leti ho”
– “… aur aapko to sabh par shak hi hota rehta hai …aur agar aapko un par shak tha to aapne kyun kaha mujhe unhe call karne ko … hunh … ??”
Kamya kuch tunak kar boli.
– “See Kamya, this is not about me … I am just saying to make sure … tum bahut bholi ho …”

Kamya ki berukhi ko bhap kar Sameer thoda defensive ho gaya.

– “… to mujhe bhola hi rehne dijiye na aap … jo check karna hai aake kar lijiye ga … bas … mujhe mat boliye …”

Kamya ka chidchida pan aab gusse ki shakal iktiyar kar raha tha..

Sameer ne baat badalte huye pucha.

– “Ok testing ko chodo.. Ok? … waise kitne paise liye usne … ?”
– “Wo kuch do hazaar something the.. maine usse dhai hajar de diye”
– “Kya … DHAAI HAZZAR!!!??? … aisi kya problem aa gayi thi … abhi pichle mahine to service karvayi thi …?”
– “… woh unka aadmi keh raha tha ki fuel line me kachra aa gaya tha …”
– “Phir bhi … fuel line saaf karne ke to paanch sao hi lagte hain … Kya yaar Kamya ! Tum bhi na kabhi sochti nahi ho paise ke baare me .. Aur wo bhi dhayi hazzar …! Even if you don’t know about cars, at least yeh to dekhti ki dhayi hazzar kis baat ke….”

Sameer thoda agitate hone laga tha. Paiso k mamle mai Sameer thoda over possesive tha…
Kamya ka man to pehale se hi Aslam ko lekar vichlit tha … Aur Sameer ki iss tarah galtiya nikalne par woh Sameer par baras padi … Kamya uski baat katte hue boli

– “See Dr. Sameer Patel … don’t lecture me at 1 o-clock in night OK!! … aapka din hoga par mere sone ka samey hai … agar aapko itni hi details me janana tha to mujhe kyun bola…? You know very well that I don’t know these details… You also have a phone … aap ne kyun nahi handle kiya…? usko bol dete ki gadi thik karni hai … punch lete kya problem hai … rate fix kar lete aur mujhe bas bata dete … BUT NO … you want me to do all the running around … and then you want to find fault in everything … Do you know anything about how I am manging all alone …? hunh …??? … have you though of that …? you are with your doctor colleagues and who knows who else … I am alone here … kabhi socha hai aapne …???”

Ek typical angry aur guilty wife ki tarah Kamya ne Sameer ko hi ulti phatkaar de di…Kamya k chidchide pan ne shabdo ki shakal iktiyar kar li thi

– “… …”
– “… … …”

Thodi chuppi ke baad Sameer ki thodi akadi huyi aur thodi formal si hurt si awaz aayi,

– “What do you mean…? … with who knows who else … what do you mean … hhun??? Matlab kya hai tumhara??”
– “Please leave it Sameer… Aapne mujhe itni raat gaye kya issi liye phone kiya tha…? Dhayi hazaar rupyon ke liye…? Dekhiye abhi raat ka ek baj chuka hai aur mujhe neend aa rahi hai … ”

Galat baat bolkar, sorry bolne k bajay – jaise typical auraton ki adat hoti hai, Kamya ne baat palate hue, phir shikayat ke lahaze me kaha. Darasal woh khud tazzub kar rahi thi ki
(Yeh kya keh diya maine…? Kahan se aya yeh vichaar mere man me… ? Kya Aslam ne jo kaha tha us vajah se…?? nahi nahi… Aslam ki baat to bekaar ki thi … behtar hai us oor na jaya jaye. )

– “Ohhh….Sooo So sorry to disturb your beauty sleep …”

Sameer bhi thoda chid chuka tha Kamya k reply aur behaviour se… Usne thoda topic badalne ki sochi..
Sameer samajh nahi paa raha tha ki jo baat wo KAmya ko kehna chahta hai wo ab kaise kahe.. Usne bahot sambhal k baat ko rakhna shuru kiya..

– “Waise actually, maine iss liye phone kiya tha k… wo jo maine last call me kaha tha na ?? Matlab jo apni baat hui thi about your joining me…? Mujhe lagta hai ki achcha hoga.. If you join me here … you see … tumhe jaan kar khushi hogi … ki mai …”

Sameer ki adhi baat sunte hi Kamya ko andaja ho gaya k Sameer kya chahta hai… Ye sunte hi uske man me Aslam ki chinta ghir gayi…

( Kaise chchod sakti hu main Aslam ko ?? Woh bhi is nazuk mod par… Nahi… Aise waqt par main usse chod kar nahi jaa sakti… Bola to tha Sameer ko din me bhi.. phir bhi kyun insist kar rahe hai…?)

Ye khayal dimag main ate hi Kamya Sameer ki baat poori hone se pehale hi bol padti hai

– “Sammer … maine aapko pehle bhi kaha tha na ki mai nahi aa sakti… Patients ko chood kar kaise aa sakti hoon…?? Woh depend karte hai mujh par.. apko bataya to tha… Phir bhi wohi baat karne se kya faayeda…? mujhe aur depress karne kae alawa”

Kamya ne akir main ki line uske gusse ki wajah se thi

– “Yaar … baat to poori sun liya karo …”
Sameer bhi thoda jhalla kar bol padta hai

– “Ab ye sirf 2 hafte ki baat nahi rahi… Sunno.. Aur please iss baar meri puri baat sunna… Dekho yahan par Abobishi company ka training program announce kiya gaya hai … unke naye implants lagane ki technique aur uske baad patient ki after care ki training ke liye …Pure 4 mahine ka program hai …Aur wo bhi Abobishi pharma ki taraf se fully sponsored … And u know the best part they are sponsoring it with spouse.. Yaha ki St. George hospital mae 4 months tak unke experts ke saath patients treat karne hai … aur hands-on tarike se sikhna hai ki implants kaise lagaye jaate hain, unka side effects kya ho sakta hai aur usse after care me kaise handle karna hai … keval 5 slots hai … duniya bhar ke surgeons jo conference ke liye invite kiye gaye the unme se selection karna hai … mujhe already final 10 me short list kar liya gaya hai … I am only one from India … mere chances bahut achche hai kyonki … India Abobishi ke liye bahut bada market ban sakta hai. They are really supporting my case…. To ab samjhin … yeh ab 2 hafte ki baat nahi rahi… ab shayad 4 mahine rehna pad sakta hai … ya yeh kahun ki rehna padegaa … kal tak selection final ho jayega … being the only one from India in shortlist, mera to pakka hai… I know this is sudden… par itni achchi opportunity thi … I could not give it up … both profession ke liye bhi … aur business angle se bhi … Aur 3 -saal ka exclusive commitment hoga … kisi aur doctor ko woh implant nahi supply honge … sabhi ko mere paas hi aana hoga … Tum samjha rahi ho na iska matlab … Meri Practice par iska kitna aur kya asar padega … aur kitna naam milega mujhe … isiliye keh raha hun ki tum ab aa jao idhar mere paas.”

Dopehar jab Sameer ne uske jaane ki baat kahi thi to Kamya ko achcha laga tha, par ab Aslam ki wajah se buri tarah pareshaan Kamya ko Aslam ki hifazat ke siway kuch aur nahi soojh raha tha. Emotional jo thi woh.
(Kaise jaa sakti hun ? )

– “Sameer… Dekhiye yeh baat hum pehale bhi kar chuke hai na…?! Main apne patients ko chod kar kaise aa sakti hoon wo bhi ek dam se …?”
– “Kya yaar…? Are you saying ki psychatrists can’t take leave… yeh to mai nahi manta… mai bhi doctor hoon… I also know …”

Kamya thodi irritate ho kar Sameer ki baat ko pura hi nahi hone deti aur bich main hi bol padti hai

– “Agar aap doctor hai to aap bhi yeh bhi samajhte honge ki I can’t leave suddenly … mere surgery patients to hain nahi ki ek hafte me doosre doctor ko handover kar doon … 3 mahine se jyada bhi lag jaate hain mental patients ko handover karne me … uske baad time hi kitna bachega … is it worth it …??? ”

Kamya ne dalil di. Jo ek tarike se sach bhi thi.. aur being profession docter Sameer bhi ye baat samajh raha tha…
Agar general practisioner hota to kisi dusre docter ko case handover karna koi mushkil baat nahi thi… Par ek Psychatrist k liye ye utna assan nahi tha… Patient ko samjana aur uss hisab se treatment karna har docter k liye shuru se karne jaisa hi kaam hota hai.. Aur ye baat Sameer bhaot acche se samajh ta tha…

– “Baat to tum theek keh rahi ho…But..I..Still…Yaar I miss you so much.”

Sameer se 4 mahine alaga rehna bhi Kamya ko bahut bura lag raha tha. Apne ko akela, ahsay pa rahi thi. Kamya kabhi bhi akeli nahi rahi thi … Shadi se pehale apne mummy-papa ke saath aur shaadi ke baad Sameer ke saath.
Already Aslam ko lekar pareshaan Kamya ko laga ki aaj to pahad par pahad toot raha hai us par. ab usse apna Sameer par jhallane bhi bura lag raha tha, pachta rahi thi. Sameer ke rehate hue kissi bhi tarah ki fikar nahi hoti thi usse. Har tarah se support aur pyaar milta tha. Pata nahi Sameer ki 3 week ki training k liye bhi wo kaise taiyar hui thi..Itna lamba akele rehne k khayal bhar se ek ghabrahat si mehsoosh hone lagti thi Kamya ko.

– “Hello … Sameer … Sameer … kya yeh program jaroori hai aapke liye … ? Aapke bina kaise rahungi itne din … aap isse chchod nahi sakte …? ”
Kamya Aslam ko bhul chuki thi aur Sameer se dur rehne ka dar ki wajah se wo Sameer se request karne lagi

– “Kamya … Baat ko samjho… maine already explain kiya hai ki kitni unique opportunity hai …”
– “Opportunities to aati rahengi life me Sameer …”
– “Yaar you are not understanding … 3 years … teen saal tak mai akela aisa doctor hunga jo yeh implants laga sakega India me … practice kitni bhad jayegi…??!! Jara socho…”
– “Practice abhi bhi buri nahi hai aapki …”
Kamya apni taraf se har mumkin dalil de rahi thi Sameer ko rokne k liye.

– “Ye Training mujhe top level par pahuncha degi … India k top most docters main meri ginti hogi… Tum samjah kyun nahi rahi ho??”
– “Sameer please … for me …I can’t stay alone …”
Kamya aur Sameer dono maise koi bhi apni baat se peeche nahi hatna chah raha tha…

– “Tumhare liye hi to kar raha hun yeh sab …Life main kuch achieve karne k liye thoda sacrifice to karna padta hai..”
– ” Sara sacrifice to mujhe hi karna padta hai har wakht …!”
Kamya apni majboori ki wajah se thoda gussa hone lagi aur jaise hota hai aksar, dosh apne pati par hi thopne lagi.
– “How you can say that …?!!”
– “Aur nahi to kya … ? jaise mujhe nahi pata …? Kitne khush ho kar bataya apne abhi… Main sab samajhti hu … pata tha aapko ki mai nahi aa sakti … socha hoga chalo 4 mahino ke liye biwi se chutti milli … Kyun?”
Kamyo bachon ki tarah phailne lagi thi … emotional dabav dalne ke liye.

– “Kamya, don’t say like that … bandho mat mujhe … mere career par bandish mat lagao aise …”
– “Haan mai to aapke pairo ki zanzeer hu.. Apki tarrakee ka roda hu… mai hi hoon aapki dushman … aapke raste ka kaanta … bus aur kuch nahi sunna mujhe …”.

– “Kamya, aise mat bolo yaar … you know I will miss you …”
– “Haan mujhe pata hai aap kitna miss karoge mujhe … ! Sab samjhti hun … bandh ke rakhti hun na mai aapko … mammani nahi karne deti … late night parties nahi attend karne deti … gulcharre nahi udane deti … yeh achcha tarika nikala hai aapne … aish karne ka … pehale se hi planning karke gaye honge … ki mauka achcha hai … thodi aish karne ka … gori gori vilayati nurson aur lady doctors ke saath … biwi to aa nahi payegi …”
Kamya ne Sameer ki baat pakad li. Kamya ka dimag waise bhi thoda out of control tha… aur Sameer se conersation kuch jyada hi galat track par chala gaya tha.. Iss wajah se Kamya pata nahi kya kya bole ja rahi thi..
Kamya anap shanap bolti ja rahi thi, bina soche, bas apni tension se majboor.

– “KAMYAAA!!!”
Sameer lagbhag cheekh pada
– “Tum yeh kya bol rahi ho … ? Tumhe kuch samajh main bhi aa raha hai tumne abhi kya bola?? Aise ilzaam kaise laga sakti ho tum mujh par…? main bilkool bardaash nahi karunga …”

– “Cheekiye mat … ”
Kamya bhi aab apne gusse ko control nahi kar pati hai..Kamya ka chidchidapan, uska gussa, aur Aslam ne uske dimag main jo baat dali thi.. sab mil ke Kamya ko sahi sochne nahi de rahe the…Aur Kamya jo bhi man main aa raha tha bole jaa rahi thi.. bina soche…
– “Main bachchi nahi hun … Kya kar rahe they aap kal raat party me itni der tak … ? bataayie … appki raat ke 2 baj rahe honge … hai na … ? khoob dance-wance chal raha hoga … khoob daru-sharu beh rahi hogi …?? kaun thi aapki partner … aapki saaki … itni der tak …??? Bataiye??? Ek hi thi ya ek se jyada … ? blonde thi ya …”

Kamya ko koi hosh nahi tha ki woh Sameer ko kitna ghayal kar rahi thi. Usse to bas apni ghanto ki tension – aur shayad aaj clinic me Aslam ke sath hue hadse ki guilt – apni bhadas ke roop me nikalne ka jaise zaria mil gaya ho … apne app ko victim bana kar.

– “Bus Kamya, bahut sun liya maine. mujhe tum se aisi umeed nahi thi … better yehi hoga ki hum yeh call yahin band karen. mai tumse kal baat karunga shaam ko…tab tak shayad tum thoda thande dimaag se vichaar kar logi … ki maine kya kaha aur tumne kya kaha … cheee itni ghatiya baat … Goodnight Dr. Kamya Patel”
Apne gusse ko daba kar, bilkul berukhi se Sameer bola aur call cut kar di.

Kamya kuch shrano ke liye to mobile to takti rahi aur phir phoot phoot kar takiye me moonh chupa kar rone lagi… Kuch der baad jab uski siskiyan kuch thami, to atma galani ne usse gher liya…

(Yeh kya kya keh rahi thi main…. kahan se aaye yeh gande khayal mere jahen main…Woh bhi mere devta jaise Sameer ke liye… Sharam kyon nahi aayi bolne se pehale…kaise bol diya usne aisi ghononi baat.. Akhir kyon mere dimaag me woh bebuniyaad vichhar baith gaye hai. unme koi sachai nahi hai … ho hi nahi sakta … Par agar hua to …??!! Woh goriya itne chote chote kapde pehanti hai … kisi ki bhi nazar phisal sakti hai … koi g-ga-gandu hi hoga jo na dekhe. Ufff ye kya ho gaya hai mujhe …? yeh ganda sabd kaise aa gaya mere dimaag me.??? Haan Aslam ne hi boli hain mujhe yeh sab baaten … Ussi ne dali hai ye baate mere dimag main Sameer ke baare me … ki mauj kar raha hoga goriyon ke saath … Kahi Aslam ki gandi bhasha sunte sunte mujh par bhi to asar nahi padne laga.?? Han woh Aslam hi to tha jisne usse Sameer ke baare me aisi gandi baaten ki thi…)

Aslam ka khayal dimag main ate hi Kamya phir se Aslam ki chinta main kho jati hai

(Aslam… Theek to hoga na woh…? God! agar suicide kar li hogi to …?? Nahi… mai kaise maaf karungi apne aap ko…Mera patient hai… Meri jimmedaari hai, Use bachane ki… Usse thik karne ki… Pata nahi phone kyun band tha poori shaam. Ab karoon kya??? Nahi … nahi. Abhi nahi… Agar band na hua to … neend kharab hogi bechare ki.)

(Us samye Aslam kya kar raha tha, agar Kamya dekhti, to uski aankhon par pade saare parde gir jaate aur yeh kahanio yahin khatam ho jaati. shukar hai ki yeh ho nahi sakta tha).

Becheni k mare Kamya bistar se uthi aur kamre ki balcony me jaa kar raat ki thandi hawa se apne man to shaant karne ke liye pryatn karne lagi… Par uske dimag main chal rahi baate usse hi dosh de rahe the…

(Maine kyun uski baat nahi maani … maan leti to shayad yeh sab na hota …Aakhir kya chahata tha woh.? Jyada kuch bhi to nahi…bas thodi ijjat hi to chahata tha mujh se… jaisi ijjat mai Sameer ko deti hoon… Kya burai hai usme.?? Ijjat ka hi to bhuka hai woh… Yahi to hai uski bimaari ki jad… Yes. Yes. Yehi to jad hai, aur yehi to tarika hai uske illaj ka…. Pehale kyun nahi samjhi…? Aur doosri baat?? Wo bhi to itni namumkin nahi hai. Kya chahata hai… ke main uske liye saj-dhaj ke rahun… yeh bhi to mard to ijjat dene ka tarika hai, uski mardangi ko ijjat dene ka… Isiliye to auraten itna paisa kharachti hai… Mard ke liye sajne ke liye… Aslam bhi to mard hai. Pura bharpur mard hai… dekha to hai maine usse … chua bhi hai. Uski jaisi mardangi aaj tak kabhi nahi dekhi … na mehsoos ki…)

Kamya ab Aslam ke chote tang pardarshi sexy kapde pehanne ki condition ko ab sajna-dhajna bata kar dilute karne lagi … yeh uska man kabul kar sakta tha

(Oh God, please ek chance aur mil jaye…. khoob ijjat dungi. har tarike se … baaton se bhi, aur hav bhav se bhi. usse yeh nahi lagna chaiye ki mae usse neecha samajhti hun. apne barabar nahi samajhti hun. apne layak nahi samajhti hun. Haan, thik hai, mana ki normally patients ke saath eise nahi pesh aana chahiye. Par Aslam ki bimaari bhi to ajeeb hai. unique hai. ab bimaari aisi hai to uske ilaaj bhi to aise honge. haan, yeh theek disha hai. Mujhe apne aap ko bhoolna hoga. Bhulna hoga ki mai ek sundar shadi-shuda aurat hun aur woh ek majboot paraya mard. Woh patient hai – bus patient. Mujhe hi karna hai jo karna hai. aur karoongi bhi. jo karna pade karoongi. par uska bharosa nahi tootne doongi kabhi. Professional success ke liye thoda sharam-lihaaz ko sacrifice samjh kar sab karungi, jaise woh chahata hai. Sameer ne bhi to abhi-abhi kaha tha – kuch paane ke liye kuch khone bhi padta hai. bas ek chance aur mil jaye. phir se galti nahi hogi. Please God. usse kuch mat hone dena.)

Khud se ye commitement karene ke baad thoda man halka hua to Kamya phir se sone ki koshish karne lagi. aur is baar usse neend aa gayi.
Gaur karne ki baat hai ki Sameer se jhagadne k baad jabse Kamya Aslam ke baare me sochne lagi thi, uske dimag me Sameer ka khayal phir se nahi ubhra tha … sone tak bhi nahi!
Subha uthte hue uska man set tha. jo karna tha woh jaanti thi, tayyar thi karne ke liye. Bas prarthna thi to yeh ki ek chance aur mil jaye..Aslam se contact ho jaye. Par Aslam ka phone abhi bhi band pada tha. Dheere dheere ukso phir se tension ne gher liya. Poore din phone try karti rahi.
Kamya ko ab lagne laga ki woh Aslam ka illaz karne me poori tarah se fail ho gayi hai. Aslam ki halat sudharne ke bajaye, aur bigad gayi hai, aur wo bhi uske karan. Yeh baat usko andar tak chubh rahi thi. Saath hi saath usse yeh bhi lagne laga tha ki agar Aslam ko kuch ho gaya to woh apne aap ka samna kaise kar sakegi. Nakamyabi ka kadva swad aur apne emotional nature ki wajah se uss ka kisi bhi kaam me man nahi lag raha tha. Bas ek thakaan si uske oopar cha gayi thi.

Clinic me bhi unmane dhang se time guzara. Jaise taise kaam khatam kar k ghar lauti. Aslam ka phone abhi bhi band tha. Kisi ghor haadse ki shanka ab ukse man me pakad bana chuki thi. Saans lena mushkil ho raha tha, haath pair thande se hone lage the. Na kuch khane ka man hua, na peene ka. Bas pass rakhe mobile par hi dhyaan atka hua tha. Sham raat me tabdeel ho gayi par Kamya ko kuch aur hosh nahi tha. Akhir mobile baj utha.

(Uff …, yeh to phir se Sameer ka phone hai … ab kya baate karni hai usse … kal kaafi nahi ho gayin thi kya …)
Raat ki baat se hui atm-glani, Aslam ki tension me kahin dafan ho chuki thi. Thi to bas berukhi Sameer ke prati.
Kamya Sameer par chid rahi thi… Uska man bilkool nahi kar raha tha phone uthan ko. Par Pati hai to call uthani hi padegi.

– “Hello …”
– “Hello …Kamya?”
– “… …”
– “… …”

Kamya ka bilkul man nahi tha baath karne ka iss samye. Udhar Sameer ko bhi nahi samajh aa raha tha ki baat kahan se shuru kare aur issi wajah se Hello k age baat hi nahi badh pai… Thodi der baad Sameer ne hi baat ki shuruat ki, woh kal ki baaten bhul kar Kamya se phir se samanye baat karna chahata tha.

– “Kamya, kaisi ho”
– “Thik hun … aur app?”
Kamya k awaz ki berukhi Sameer abhi bhi mehsoos kar paa raha tha.

– “Mai bhi teek hun… Tumhare liye ek good news hai.. Kamya mai select ho gaya!””
– “… …”, iss mudde par Kamya haar gayi thi. Kuch bolne ko nahi sujh raha tha.
– “Kamya …?? Sun rahi ho na??”
– “ji …”
– “Suna tumne …”
Sameer ki awaz me khushi saaf jhalak rahi thi.

– “Ji … Congratulations”
Kamya ne formality poori karte hue kaha. Kamya ki berukhi Sameer to chubh gayi

– “Aise beman se badhai bhi koi badhai hui bhala..?! Mujhe lagta hai, tum abhi tak samjhi nahi ho”
– “Nahi… Main samajh gai hu.. aur wo bhi bade acche se ki abhi muje saade chaar mahine akele hi bitane hai …”
Kamya apna dard Sameer k samne aane se na rok saki.. Kamya ki tone me runasi jhalak rahi thi, kyonki iss argument se woh thak chuki thi, haar gayi thi.

Sameer bhi uski yeh baat samajh sakta tha.. aur wo janta tha ki Kamya ka gussa hona bhi jayaj tha… Sameer ko laga ki Kamya usse itne samay ke liye alag rehane ki baat se ghabra rahi hai. Uski situation samajh sakta tha (really?). Kamya ka akelapan door karne k liye usne sujahav socha.
– “Yaar ghabrane ki baat nahi hai. Bus char mahino ki to baat hai … palak jhapakte hi guzar jayenge … aur tum apne patients me busy rahogi, before you know it, I’ll be back. Ek kam karo, tum Preeti ko bula lo …kuch din tumhare saath reh legi … mere aane tak. Tumhara man bhi laga rahega apni behan k saath.”
– “Poonch lungi par uska abhi hostel chchodna mushkil hai…first term ke viva hone wale hain …”
– “Oh! … to phir Tanya bhi to hai …usko bula lo …”
– “Tanya ko to aap achche se jante hai, apki hi behan hai … woh independent rehna chahati hai … Aapki hi tarah!”

Sameer ne Kamya k kadve shabdo ko jyada ehmiyat nahi di… Wo abhi bhi Kamya ko shant karne ki koshish kar raha tha
– “Haan … janta hun … to phir tum kaise …???”
– “Aap chinta na karen … mai manage kar loongi … and Sameer …”
– “kya ..???”
– “I am happy for you … aap jo chahate the woh aapko mil gaya”
Kamya ab iss call ko jald hi khatam karna chahati thi.

– “Haan kamya … I really wanted this … tum bhi dheere dheere samajh jaogi”
– “Theek hai Sameer … apna khayal rakhiye ga”
– “Tum bhi Kamya … I will call you everyday”
– “No need Sameer … I’ll manage … without you”
Kamya na chahte huye bhi apni chid aur gusse ko shabdo ka rup lene se nahi rok payi berukhi ke bavajood, Kamya ka jhunjhlaya hua man tana dene se na bach saka.

– “Abhi bhi gussa ho ?”
Sameer ne roothi bivi ko manane ke lehje me kaha.

Par Kamya ki jhunjhulahat bahdne lagi thi, woh palat kar boli-
– “Woh to pata nahi … par yeh jaanti hoon ki laddo batne ka man nahi kar raha hai mera”

Kamya ke taano se tilmila kar Sameer ko bhi thoda gussa aane laga
– “Taane mat do Kamya … support nahi kar sakti to at least thes to mat pahunchao … yeh mai humare bahvishye ke liye hi kar raha hun”.
Sameer abhi bhi Kamya ko samjhane ki koshish kar raha tha.. Par ab wo bhi Kamya k rukhe pan se thoda irritate hone laga tha..

– “Janti hun … aap jo bhi karte hai hamare bhavishye ke liye hi karte hai … Lekin hamare aaj ka to mujhe hi dekhna hai”
– “Dekho Kamya, mai tumse phir se behas nahi karna chahata. Agar tum aa sakti hoti to mujhe khusi hoti. Par agar ab tum hi nahi aa sakti to isme mera kya kasoor hai?”
– “Chaliye aapne yeh to mana ki aap jante the ki mai nahi aa sakti … … mera aana hi to ek solution nahi hai … aap bhi to mana …”
– “Phir se wohi baat … yeh karna jaroori hai mujhe …”
Sameer bhi ab jhallane laga tha phir se.

Tabhi Kamya ko phone par kisi mahila ki awaaj sunai di – angrezi accent me – sweet si
– “Sameeeer … are you coming for breakfast? We are getting late.”

Aur phir Sameer ka uttar suna
– “Just a minute Alice, I am talking to my wife in India.”

Phir se wohi mahila
– “Oh I see … sorry … Anyway, after the long session last night, I think its OK if we are a bit late today. I’ll wait for you.”

Kamya ka to dimag ek dam se fuse ho gaya. Kamya ka dimag pehle hi gusse main tha… upar se Aslam ne uske man main Sameer ki rangraliyo ka bij bo diya tha.. Aur rahi sahi kami ladki ki awaaz ne puri kar di… Kamya kuch soche samjhe bina bol padi
– “KAUN HAI YEH? … who is she? what last night?.. Kya kia tumne iske saath kal raat ? Aur kya kar rahi hai yeh tumhare bedroom mai abhi tak? To yeh kar rahen hain aap hamare bavishye ke liye?? Main to pehale se hi jaanti thi … you … you …”

Ek second ke liye to Sameer bhi Kamya k krodh se bhauchakka reh gaya. Phir kuch hadbadi me safai dete hue bola,
– “Kamya don’t be stupid again yaar … bat to suno … aisa kuch bhi nahi hai jo tum samajh rahi ho. Pehli baat mai apne bedroom me nahi hoon, hotel ki lobby mae hun. Aur doosri baat, kal hum sabhi hone wali training ke baare me Abobishi company ke Japanese labs ke kuch doctors ke saath der raat tak video conferencing karte rahe. And lastly, but most important, Alice is daughter of US Program Director, Dr. Smith, and she is his assistant. Choti bachchi hai …. Preeti ki umar ki hogi bas. Summer break me apne Papa ka haath bata rahi hai. She has to arrange everything … bahut bhag daud karti hai … how can you think like that … kya hota ja raha hai tumhe. And for your information, aaj selected doctors ke liye special tour arrange kiya hai apni US ki labs ka aur ham sab ko breakfast par ikkhata hokar chalna hai. Ab samjhin kuch … ufff”

– “Program director ki beti hai to phir Dr. Patel kyun nahi bulaati hai … aur tum bhi yeh Alice Alice kyon kar rahe ho”
Kamya jaise kuch samajhna hi nahi chah rahi thi…

Maan me jab shaq ka keeda ghar bana le, to dhith kirayedaar ki tarah asani se hilne wala kahan tha..!!
– “Really Kamya, it is getting impossible to talk to you … tum jaanti ho ki inki culture me first names se hi bulaya jaata hai sabko. Jab last year Dr. Johnson aaye the seminar dene, to tum bhi to unko Kevin keh kar bolti thin. Maine to koi aapatti nahi uthai thi …”

Sameer bhi ab patience loose karne laga tha.
– “Woh isliye, ki tum hamesha mere saath the … Tumhare saamne hi unhone sabko unhe Kevin bolne ko kaha tha …”, Kamya koi dalil sweekaar nahi karna chahati thi.

– “To kya mai tumse jhoot bol raha hun …?”
– “Yeh to tumhe hi pata hoga…!”
Yeh bolte hi Kamya kaanp gayi.
Apne Sameer ko jhoota bola tha usne…life me pehli baar.. Par sath hi Aslam ka boya bij bhi ab podhe ki shakal le raha tha..(… par yeh Alice bhi to … bilkul jaise Aslam ne kaha tha … kya Sameer sach me … Oh God … mera dimaag chakra raha hai).

– “Theek hai … if that how you want to take it … then so be it … mai kuch nahi kar sakta … I am sorry. Ab mujhe group ko join karna hai … sab mera wait kar rahe hain … Goodnight!”

Sameer ki barfili awaz ne Kamya ka badan jama kar rakh diya. Phone ko kaan par lagaaye, butt bani baithi rahi. Aankho se aansu dhire dhire tapak rahe the. Kamya Sameer k rought behaviour se jitna hurt thi.. Utni hi hurt wo Sameer k sath kiye apne behaviour par bhi thi.. Par dil ka shak.. aur Aslam ki tension usse kuch soch ne ka moka nahi de rahe the….

Disconnected phone ki lambi tone se uska dhyaan akhir bhang hua. Phir lambi sans cchodte hue budbudayi

– “I am sorry Sameer … ho sakta ho ki jo tum keh rahe ho wohi sahi ho … par kya mera shaq bebuniyaad hai …?? kya tum sach me Bheesm ki tarah adig ho …! kya naari roop ka tum par koi asar nahi …?? maanne ko man to karta hai … par tum meri an-kahi pukar ko kyon nahi sun paa rahe ho …? kyon nahi samajh paa rahe ho ki mujhe tumhaaari jaroorat hai … kya yeh tumhaari professional majboori hai … ?? ya phir uss Alice k kahtir … ?? waise tumhari safai bhi to kuch jyada hi thos thi … jaise rehearse kar rakhi ho … why Sameer, why?”

Pata nahi kyon, life me pehali baar, Kamya ka Sameer se bharosa dagmaga raha tha. Aslm ki baat, jisse usne abhi tak koi ahmiyat nahi di thi, ab iss Alice wale wakye ki wajah se bhavisya-vaani lag rahi thi.

Manushye ka sub-concious dimaag mysterious tahreh se kaam karta hai. Kaun se taar utha kar kahan se kahan, kya se kya, jod kar kaun kaun se natijon par pahunhta hai, yeh hame pata bhi nahi chalta. Kamya ka bhi yehi haal tha. Ab usse dohri chinta ho gayi thi. Ek Aslam ka masla to tha hi, ab Sameer ki sambhavit bewafaai bhi usse baar baar bechain karne lagi. Kisi taraf se koi rahat ki kiran nahi dikhayi de rahi thi.

Soote wakht bhi Kamya bed par laity laity shoonye me taak rahi thi. Ek taraf Sameer se baar baar behas aur us par shaq, aur doosri taraf Aslam ke gayab hojaane ki tension ne usse khali sa kar diya tha. Light off karne to uthi to socha aaj last bar try karti hoon.

Aslam ka number lagaya. Dil main ummed khatam ho chuki thi.. Par.. Ye kya.. Bell ja rahi thi …
(Oh God! PHONE CHALU HAI USKA. Thank God. Please Aslam jaldi se uthao phone. Mujhe baat karni hai tumse … jaroori … abhi.)

Ring baj rahi thi par call koi nahi utha raha tha… Thodi der call bajne k baad ring bandh ho gai kisi ne phone nahi uthaya… Isse Kamya aur pareshan ho gai…
Kamya ne phir se try kiya… Iss baar thodi der k baad kisi ne phone uthaya lekin koi avaaz nahi ayi..

– “Hello”
– “..”
– “Hello.. Kya ye Aslam ka number hai…?? ”
– “Kon hai itni raat ko bhenchod??? Sala thik se sona bhi mumkin nahi hai..”
Aslam ki awaaz sun k Kamya ki jaan main jaan ayi…
(Chalo.. Aslam kam se kaam thik to hai)

– “Kon hai.. Koi bolega bhi..?”
Aslam ka mood pehle se hi kharab lag raha tha..
Kamya bhi soch rahi thi..
( Kya ASlam ne mera number save nahi kiya??? Kya usne meri awaaz nahi pehchani??)

– “Main.. main hu Aslam.. Kamya”
– “Kon Kamya.?? Main kisi Kamya Bamya ko nahi janta”
– “Aisa mat bolo Aslam.. Dekho galti to insaan se hi hoti hai.. Esse choti si galti pe tum mujhe pehchanne se mana kardo ye sahi nahi…”
– “Are kon KAmya.. Main kisi Kamya ko nahi janta.. Aur jab janta hi nahi to kaha ki aur kaisi galti..?”
Aslam ke iss javab se Kamya ko bhi ek pal ke liye laga mano usne wrong number dial kar diya hai…

– “Aap Aslam hi hai na??”
– “Are main Aslam hi hu.. Driver Aslam.. Jiska dimag kharab hai.. Jo galiya bolta hai.. jo izzat mangta hai to wo bekar ki khwaish ho jati hai… Wo Aslam jo ek ghatiya garib insaan hai.. Aur haa.. Main kisi KAmya ko nahi janta.. meri dost thi ek par wo Kamya nahi Kamya Randi thi… par tum wo nahi ho…”

Aslam ne jo baate kahi jisme wo Izzat mangta hai.. aur bekar ki kwaishe rakhta hai wo sun ke Kamya ko khud par gussa aa raha tha..

(Kya bekar ki khwaish thi uski…. ? Bas yahi k main uske liye saju savaru…Usee Izzat du …ASlam bichara khud ko kitna chota mehsoos kar raha hai mere is behavior se.. mere mana karne se..)
Kamya ko Aslam ki har ek baat sui ki tarah sidhe dil main chubh rahi thi… Kamya khud ko randi bulaye jane par aab react bhi nahi kar rahi thi..Jaise ye ek normal chatting ho…

– “I am sorry Aslam.. Mujhe maaf kar do.. Please ab dobara galti nahi hogi…”
– “Are tu hai kon??? Kamya ya Kamya Randi..??? Yaad rakh main sirf meri dost Kamya Randi se baat karna chahta hu… kisi Doctor Kamya se nahi… Doctor Kamya k liye to mujhe ijjat dena bhi gawara nahi…”

Aslam Kamya ko buri tarah se guilty feel karva raha tha.. Humiliate feel karva raha tha… Kamya ko bhi apni galti ka mano ehsaas ho raha ho.. wo kuch bhi karke ASlam ko mana lena chahti thi.. uska illaj complete karna chahti thi…

Kamya samajh chuki thi ke Aslam usse kya sunna chahta hai… aur agar usse baat age badhani hai to usse uski baat manani padegi aur khud ko na chahate huve bhi RANDI kehna padege… warna shayad Aslam pata nahi kya kar behte… par Kamya chah kar bhi khud ko randi na keh saki… Uski jaban chipak si gai… Kamya ne dobara se normal tarike se hi baat age badhayi..

– “I am sorry for that Aslam… Mujhe maaf kar do.. dekho apna illaj ese adhe se maat chodo.. Please kal ghar pe aa jana… Main wada karti hu tumhe dobaara shikayat ka moka nahi dungi… Aaoge na tum”
Aslam ne jaisa chaha tha bilkool waisa ho raha tha…

– “Are kaisa illaj?? Bola to sahi main kisi Doctor k ghar nahi jana chahta.. wo to mujhe nicha aadmi samajhti hai… Baccha samjake lollipop deti he.. Apni ijjat ke aage usse kuch nahi dikhta usse.. Ha… agar tu meri dost, meri randi Kamya hai aur tujhe meri sharte manjoor hai to shayad main tere ghar aa sakta hu…”

Aslam KAmya k samne aise baate kar raha tha jaise Kamya ne usse bahot bada udhar liya ho aur uske pass chukane ke paise na ho..
Udhar Aslam k baate Kamya ko apni haar ka ehsaas dila rahi thi… khud ki najar mai wo apne aapko bahot nicha mehsoos kar rahi thi…Aslam ki baato se usse aisa lag raha tha mano wo apne profession ko thik se nahi nibha rahi… Kisi insaan ki jaan se bada kuch nahi.. Paisa ijaat kuch bhi nahi… yahi to Docteri profession ka motto hai… aur Kamya ne shayad issi motto ki andekhi kardi thi…jo wo nahi chah rahi thi… Kamya ne lagbhag gidgidate huye kaha…Apni iss soch k chalte Kamya khud ko jyada guilty feel kar rahi thi…Itna k wo apni galti ko sudharne k liye kuch bhi karne ko taiyar thi…

– “Please Aslam maan jao.. Bas ek baar aur aa jao – uske baad thik na lage to mat aana. maan bhi jao. mai pehale jaisi nahi hoon ab. Sab manungi. Vada karti hoon ki tumhe shikayat ka mauka nahi doongi… please kal se aaoge na tum illaj k liye..? Main tumhari dost hi hu.. Dost samajh ke hi aa jao… Main tumhara illaj dost ki tarah hi karungi… Doctor k tarah nahi…”
– “Are par kyun avu main… kon lagti hai tu meri… Kyun itni utavli ho rahi hai??”
Aslam ko thik se treat na karpane aur usse suicide karne tak k liye sochne par majboor karne wali guilt k chalte Kamya kuch bhi karke Aslam ka ilaaz pura karna chah rahi thi… Usse thik karna chah rahi thi…Kamya ne aakhri hathiyar bhi daal diya
– “Plese aise maat bolo.. Tumne mujhe dost mana tha na … Please apni treatment bandh mat karo.. main tumhari dost hu.. tumhari Kamya Randi hu main…”
bolte hue Kamya k badan me ek jhurjhuri si daud gayi.

Aslam to ye sun k mano khushi se uchal pada…. Wo janta tha k Kamya ye abhi uske dabav main bol rahi hai.. par aisi khubsoorat aurat k muh se khud ko randi kehna bhi ek alag maja deta hai.. aur wo bhi tab tab Aslam janta hai ki kuch waqt k baad usse iss pari ko apni randi hi banana hai… usse kya uski behan ko bhi wo apni randi banane ki soch raha tha…

– “Agar tu meri Kamya Randi hai.. to main tere ghar pe kal aunga… Par dost to ek dusre ke liye kya kuch nahi karte.. aur tu..??”
– “Ohh.. Thank you… Aur Please…Tumne mujhe dost kaha hai.. to main bhi apni dosti puri tarah se nibhaugi… Tumhe shikayat ka koi moka nahi dungi.. Tum mujhe jis bhi naam se bulao par please apna illaj bandh mat karvana…. Please”
Kamya ko bhi kahi na kahi Aslam ka style pasand tha… par wo ye jahir nahi karna chah rahi thi…

– “Chal thik hai.. Waise bhi apni RANDI ki baat main taal nahi sakta… Par phir agar iss baar maine teri baat mani aur tune phir se mujhe dhutkar diya to pata nahi main kya karooga..!!”

Aslam ne Kamya ko pehle se hi darana shuru kar diya…
– “Nahi aisa kuch nahi hoga…Please apne aapko kuch mat karna … Mujhe meri galti ka ehsaas ho gaya hai.. Ab main tumhe kabhi shikayat ka moka nahi dungi… Jaisa tum chahoge bilkool waisa hoga… main aage se tumhe kabhi bhi nahi rokungi…”
Kamya ne apne taraf se puri koshish ki … Aslam ko manane ki..

– “Esa kya?? Tu sach bol rahi hai..?”
– “Bilkool sach.. bas ek baar aur yakeen kar k to dekho…”
– “Matlab agar main tujhe koi bhi gaali de sakta hu.. Kaisi bhi.?? Tujhe kuch bhi bol sakta hu.. aur tu gussa nahi hogi…?? Chahe wo kina bhi ganda aur ghinona kyun na ho..!”

Kamya k liye haa bolna mushkil tha.. Par do din k anterdwand ne usse ye sab manne k liye ander se taiyar kar diya tha.. wo ab mansik roop se kuch bhi karne ko taiyar thi Aslam k illaj ke liye…. Aur Aslam ne jo abhi pucha tha wo koi nai baat nahi thi… Kamya ne socha

(Puch to aise raha hai jaise abhi tak badi shalinta se hi baat ki ho mere saath… )
Aur ek second k liye Kamya k bhi hasi nikal gayi… Kamya ka mood thoda halka hone laga tha.. jo do dino se uske man pe ek tension tha wo kam hone laga tha..

– “Haa.. Kuch bhi keh sakte ho tum.. main bilkool bura nahi manungi”
– “Soch le.. Main to galiyon main hi teri maa aur behan ko chudwa dunga…”

Aslam ke muh se galiya koi nayi baat nahi thi.. Par apni behan aur maa k liye galiya sunne ki baat Kamya ko pasand nahi ayi thi. Kamya thodi shock to hui.. par Aslam ko tokne ka ya mana karne ka to sawal hi nahi tha… Iss ka natija wo pehle hi dekh chuki thi.. Wo man ko taiyar kar ke hi bethi thi ki Aslam jo bhi bolega wo bina soche usse manna hai… Baad main jo bhi hoga wo dekha jayga… kisi ki jaan se jyada koi cheej nahi..

– “Koi baat nahi… Tum mujhe kuch bhi keh sakte ho..”
– “Chal thik hai… Par meri sharto ka kya… Tu wo manne ko taiyar hai na??”
Kamya iss k liye khud ko taiyar kar ke hi bethi thi…
– “Ha ha mujhe tumhari har shart manjoor hai… Kuch bhi kaisi bhi..”
– “Accha jara ye to bata k meri sharte kya thi??”

Kamya iss question k liye taiyaar nahi thi…. Aslam ki sharte manana chahe wo kitni bhi gandi ho usse jyada wo kya hai ye bol k batana jyada sharmina karne jaisa tha… Par Kamya ye bhi janti thi ki Aslam ko samjhane ka koi fayda nahi hai…Usse ye bolna hi tha…

-“Wo pehli ye k main tumhe Izzat dungi… Apne pati ki tarah… “
– “Aur tujhe wo shart manjoor hai??”
– “Ha..”
Kamya Aslam k iss prashana se thoda confuse thi

– “To phir tu mujhe abhi tum “tum” keh kar kyun bula rahi hai… apne pati k tarah bula… AAP bol k… Aur khabar dar jo tune mera naam liya to… mujhe maloom hai tum log apne pati ka naam nahi leti ho…Mujhe bhi tu waiser hi bulayegi jaise mai tera pati hun”

Kamya Izzat dene tak to taiyaar thi par Name nahi le sakti ye shart thodi ajeeb thi… Wo sab purani paramparao main chala aa raha tha.. Par aaj kal ye sab baate bahot kaam log mante hai.. aur Kamya khud bhi Sameer ko naam se hi bulati thi…Kamya ne yahi baat Aslam ko samjhane ki koshish ki…

– “Par main to Sameer ko bhi name se hi bulati hu.. Phir tumhe kaise..??”
– “phir se “tum” … saali teri jubaan jal jayegi kya mujhe “aap” kehane mai”
– “Sorry – sorry! … woh … mai keh rahi thi ki mai to apne pati ko bhi naam se hi bulati hu.. Phir aapko kaise..??”
– “Wo mai kuch nahi janta… Tu mujhe waise hi bulayegi jaise ki mai tera khasam hun .. Aap bolke…Jarorat padi to bolana ‘Sunete ho ji’ aur phir bhi jarorat padi to Zoya k abbu ya Shazia k abbu bolna… samjhi?”

Aslam ne jis lehje main Kamya ko ‘Sunte ho ji’ bol k sunaya… wo sunke Kamya khud ko hasne se na rok saki… Aur na hi mana kar saki
– “Thik hain.. manjoor hai.. Aaj se.. Nahi abhi se main tum…Sorry.. aap ko apne pati ki tarha hi bulaungi..”
– “ Aur yaad rakh agar tune issme galti ki to main ussi pal waha se laut jauga.. bina illaj karvae”
– “Dekho Asl.. sorry … Dekhiye ji … ye ekdam se kaise ho payga.. main apni taraf se puri koshish karungi.. Par esi koi shart mat rakhiye k mujhe galti karne par pachtane ka bhi moka na mile…”
– “Accha.. !! Waise teri ye baat bhi sahi hai…chal hum aisa karte hai.. ki agar tune galti ki to main tujhe ek saza dunga.. aur wo tujhe puri karni padegi.. Bol manjoor hai..?”
– “Ha ye thik rahega..”
Kamya ne thode confusion k sath HA bol diya.. kyonki.. Na bolne ka to sawal hi nahi tha…
(Pata nahi ye kya saza dega.. ?? Lekin saza ki baat to tab ayegi jab main use moka dungi…)
Ye sochte hi Kamya k chehre pe ek muskaan aa gai.. Apne aap pe use bahot jyada bharosa tha..

– “Ohh….aaahh”
Kamya ko Aslam ki koi awaaz nahi ayi.. Kuch to awaaz ayi..Lekin awaaz badi dhire ayi.. mano phone k microphone pe haat rakh diya ho … Par kyun – ye wo samajh nahi payi… Usse ye uske maan ka vahem laga aur ussne uske bare main jyada na socha… Par jab kuch waqt tak Aslam ki koi awaaz na ayi to Kamya phir se ghabrane lag gai….

– “Aslam.. Kya huva..? tum thik to ho na..??”
– “Ha..ek dam thik hu… mujhe kya hona hai..?? Bhenchod… Wo wo jara thokar lagi to phone niche gir gaya tha..Waise tune mera Naam kaise liya … phir se tum bol rahi hai?? Shart bhul gai kya..?.”

– “Ha… wo galti se aapka naam le liya..Sorry.. Ainda se dhyan rakhugi”
-“Aainda gaya teri behan ki chut main…Shart k mutabik tujhe saza leni hi padegi”
Kamya thodi ghabra gai.. Par use oppose karne k liye koi dalil nahi mil rahi thi..Shart bhi to usse hi mani thi… Iss liye ghabra k ya kisi bhi karan se piche hatne ka sawaal hi nahi tha… Uska ego ye usse allow hi nahi kar raha tha… Chahe Kamya ander se saza k name se kitna bhi kyun na dar rahi ho..

– “Ha sahi hai…”
– “To thik hai.. meri ek saza tujh par udaar rahi, jo main tere ghar aa ke tujhe dunga…Ab ye bata teri koi behan hai kya?”
Kamya samajh nahi pai iss sawal ka kya matlab tha.. Par phir bhi ussne javab diya

– “Ha.. Meri ek choti behan hai..Mujhse 8 saal choti hai..”
Aslam ka loda harkat main tha… Ufaan par tha… Preeti ki takriban umra jank..
(Kamya se 8 saal choti.. matlab ek dam kali hogi.. Usmaan ne bhenchod ne sahi kaha tha… Agar Kamya itni mast hai to Sali ki behan to…Aye hai!!)
Aslam ne Preeti k khayalo ko side main rakh kar Kamya pe concentrate kiya

– “Tum apni behan se pyaar karti ho??”
– “Bahot.. bilkool apni khud ki beti ki tarah”
– “To thik hai… Uski kasam kha.. K main tujhe tere ghar pe aake jo bhi saza dunga wo tujhe manjoor hogi… thik hai?”
– “Kasam ki kya jaroorat hai…Maine bola na main tu…aaaapki saza manungi..”
– “Na..Na.. Dekh Sali…Main tere nakhre pehle bhi bahot dekh chukka hu…. Par aage se koi nakhre nahi dekhna chahta…Iss liye mujhe guarantee chahiye tu meri har shart pura karegi. Meri haar baat manegi… Issi liye bol raha hu kha apni behan ki kasam…”

Kamya ne socha (Waise Aslam ki baat bhi to sahi hai…. Aur jab main uski baate manne hi wali hu to phir kasam khane main kya burai hai…?)
– “Thik hai main apni ladli behan ki kasam khati hu.. aapki har shart mujhe manjoor hai..”
– “Aur?”
– “Aur aap mujhe jo bhi saza denge wo mujhe manjoor hogi.. Thik hai.. Aab to bharosa huva aapko??”

– “Hmm bahot.. acche.. ab huva mujhe kuch bharosa..Par aage se yaad rakhna k tune apni behan ki kasam khayi hai..aagar tuti to..”
Aslam jo bolna chah raha tha wo na bol paya…Usse abhi ye bolna thik na laga..Kamya ne bhi baat badalne ki sochi…

– “Thik hai… Waise aap abhi gire the to aapko chot to nahi lagi na?!”
KAmya ka khud k liye itni izzat dena, itna concern hona Aslam ko bahot sukun deraha tha…

(Sali.. Jab tu sach main apne pati jaisi izzat mujhe apne bed par degi… Jab tu mere lund ki har iccha puri karegi.. tab mujhe saccha sukun melega.. Bas thoda intezaar kerle Aslam.. Kal se ye safed pari tere kale lambe rakshash ki pura niglegi…)

– “Ha… thik hu main.. Bola to sahi k kuch nahi huva hai..”
– “Main to dar hi gayi thi.. Pichli baar bhi aapne aise hi adhi baat main gussa ho k phone kat diya tha.. aur aapne upar se kaha tha k aap kuve main …”

Kamya apni baat ko pura na kar saki…
Kamya bhot savdhani se bol rahi thi.. take wo Aslam ko ‘TUM’ na bol de.Kamya k muh se ‘AAP’ sunke Aslam ko bahot maja aa raha tha..

– “Kya laga..?? k main kuve main kud gaya…?”
– “Ha… aur upar se aapka phone bhi pura din bandh tha.. to.”
– “Are Bhen ki lodi… Mere phone ki battery khatam ho gai thi… charge karna bhul gaya tha… aur rahi uss din ki baat.. to main kudne hi wala tha… teri baato se mujhe itni thes pohchi thi k mera jindgi se maan hi uth gaya tha… par phir tera phone katate hi meri beti ka phone aa gaya…Aur usse baat karne k baad mera maan thoda halka ho gaya aur main ne kudne ka irada chod diya.. Lekin agar meri beti ki call na aati to bhenchod meri laash hi milti logo ko… ”

Kamya ne maan hi maan Aslam ki beti ko shukriya kaha… aur phir khud ko kosa, kyun ki wo soch rahi thi ki
(Agar Aslam kud gaya hota to wo meri wajah se hi hota… Main kaise apne aap ko maaf kar pati.. kisi ki maut ka karan banne k baad kya main kabhi apna sir utha pati… Aur kya pata kal sab ko pata chal jata k Aslam ne meri wajah se atma hatya ki hai… Uske mobile main mera number to tha hi.. aur woh Usman bhi janta hai ki main Aslam ka ilaaz kar rahi hu.. Agar Aslam ko kuch ho jata to kya wo Usman se kabhi najare mila pati… Uski maut ki guilt main kya wo kisi bhi patients ki treatment kar pati…?)

Kamya pata nahi kya kya soch rahi thi.. wo bhi uss baat k liye jo huvi hi nahi thi… Lekin ye soch usse aur bhi guilty feel karva rahi thi… Aur Aslam ki treatment k liye apni semaye todne ke liye usse uksa rahe the…

– “Suniye ji!!, Please aage se aisa koi bhi kadam mat uthayega… Age se main aapko koi bhi shikayat ka moka nahi dungi.. Aapki har shart mujhe manjoor hai… Aapko aab main Sameer ki tarah ijjat se hi bulaungi…aur aap jaisa kahoge aapki treatment k liye bilkool waisa taiyaar ho jaungi… Par please aab kabhi bhi aap gusse main apni jaan dene ki koshish nahi kariyega…”
– “Kya sach main…?! Agar tu meri sharte manne ko taiyar hai.. to main bhi wada karta hu k main bhi apna illaj pura karvaunga… ab jo tune mujhe apne pati jaisi ijjat deni shuru kar di hai to mai bhi tujhe apni aurat jaisi Jannat bakshunga…”

Aslam ki akhri baat ka matlaab Kamya samajh nahi payi.. par Aslam k behaviour ko yaad karke usne uski baato ko jyada ehmiyat nahi di…

– “Ha… jaisa aap chahoge bilkool waisa hi hoga…”
– “To thik hai kal tu mast saree main taiyaar rehna… Ek dam taiyar rehna.. mast makeup karke.. aise taiyar hona jaise teri apni behan ya bhai ki shadi ho… ”
– “Thik hai..”
– “Chal rakhta hu…abhi thoda buzy hu… ”
– “Thik hai phone rakhti hu…”
– “Ha thik hai … chal..kal taiyar rehna meri RANDI…..Yaad rakhna mujhe ‘NA; pasand nahi hai… Agar aage se mujhe kuch bhi huuuuva to uuuusskki jimmedar tu hi hoggi…aaaaahh”
– “Thik hai Aslam.. main taiyar rahungi…”
– “Kaun taiyar rahegi?? aur kaise???”
– “Aapki Kamya randi.. taiyar rahegi… bilkol jaise aapne chaha hai waisi hi sundar si saree main… ”
Kamya ko yeh kehate hue ab utni jhijhak nahi ho rahi thi, par badan me jhurjhuri jarror daudi thi, apne ko randi kehate hue.

– “Sunder nahi Sexy honi chahiye… Mere lode mai fadfadahat honi chahiye… agar tujhe dekh ke mere lode main harkat nahi hui to mai udar se hi laut jaunga… Samjhi… Iss liye bol raha hu.. ekdam mast taiyar hona…”

Kamya k liye sunder taiyar hone ka matlab saj na sawar na hi tha.. usne kabhi kisi ko apna jism dikhe uss lihaj se kapde nahi pehne the… Iss liye Aslam ki baate usse kuch samajh nahi ayi – ya kahiye samjhna nahi chahati thi … Kamya ye to samjh gai k Aslam usse bahot acche che taiyar dekhna chahta hai.. Par Aslam jis tarah ki language use kar raha tha uske liye usse wo bahot shy aur thodi shock feel kar rahi thi…Par Aslam ne uski taiyari ko dekhne k liye jo mange bayan kiye the wo sun k Kamya ko aisa feel huva k wo apne badan ki numaish karne wali hai. Iss k liye Kamya katai taiyaar nahi thi.. usne Aslam ko samjhane ki koshish karne ki sochi…Lekin fir usse khayal aya k

(Mushkil se Aslam illaz k liye ane ko taiyar huva tha.. aur uspe agar wo sirf iss wajeh se laut jay k Kamya uske taste ko samajh nahi pai to…Nahi… accha hai ki main Aslam se details hi puch lu…Shayad wo waisa na chahta ho jaisa main soch rahi hu)

Aslam bolte bolte ekdam se wo ruk gai…
-“As…Suniye..”
-“Ha sun raha hu.. bol?”
-“Wo main samjhi nahi aap mujhe kaise taiyar dekhna chahte hai…agar aap bata sake to main bilkool waise taiyar ho jaungi.. taki aapko koi shikayat na rahe.”
-“ Lekin main jaisa bolu tujhe bilkool waise taiyar hona padega tujhe.. samjhi..
– “Thik hai..”

Ek ajeeb si feeling ho rahi thi Kamya ko… Kisi adventure ko karne jaisi feeling… kuch naya karne wali feeling…
– “To sun..Tujhe ek saree pehanni hogi.. jo ek dam aar par dikhe.. Itni aar par k mujhe tera pura blouse dikhna chahiye usmain se ….Sali tera gora chikna badan mujhe usme saaf saaf dikhna chahiye…Waise tujhe shayad pata nahi hai tu kitni chikni hai.. Bhenchod tera gora badan kya mast hai ek dam heroine k mafik… Sach main mujhe tere pati se bahot jalan hoti hai… Kya maje hai sale k… Teri jaisi pari ko sala roj roj jab chahe bina rok tok.…Tujhe to nanga dekh k hi acche accho ka pani nikal jay…”

Kamya aisi bato se bahot hi Sharma mehsus kar rahi thi… Usse pata nahi chal raha tha k wo kya bole… Par kahi na kahi usse apne badan ki tareef acchi lag rahi thi… Usse Aslam ka tarika thoda ghatiya laga par.. wo soch rahi thi (Pata nahi ye insaan meri tareef kar raha hai ya kuch aur.?? par iss bechare ki language hi aisi hai.. to phir wo kisi ki tareef bhi to aise hi karega…Issi baat ka to usse illaj karvana hai.. Issi baat k liye to kal wo ane wala hai… Par mujhe usski baate acchi kyun lag rahi hai… Mujhe to usski baato par gussa ana chahiye tha..!!??)

Kamya apne reaction se khud thodi shocked thi..
– “Hmmm”
– “Aur…tera blouse jo ho usmain se tere boobon ki gehrai dikhni chahiye muhje…Agar tere kisi blouse main tere boobe bahar na dikhe to apni choti behan ka blouse pehan lena… Uske boobe to tere se chote hi honge.. tight blouse main ekdam mast lagegi tu…Sach main tere mamme madarchood bahut mast hai, saali beech ki ghaati dekhte hi murde ka bhi loda akadne lage … sach bolta hun … tujhe dekh kar bahut achcha lagta hai, gussa choomantar hoi jata hai…Yaad hai kaise mera gussa gayab ho gaya tha jab tere maame dekhe the maine uss din tujhe chua tha …Sali kya mast soft the.. jaise rui ke gole … Hath se chodneka maan hi nahi karta tha… ”
– “Ji”

Aslam ki mange sunke Kamya ka gala sukh raha tha… aur pichle din k wakye ki yaad aate hi uski saanse tej hone lagi theen … Aur esi baato main apni behan ka zikar uss conversation ko Kamya ke liye aur bhi mushkil bana raha tha..

-“Aur ha…Tera blouse piche se ekdam khulla hona chahiye…Teri puri chikni pith dikhni chahiye usme se… Wo tum ladkiya pehanti hona.. sirf dori se bandhne wale blouse. jisme pith pe sirf ek ya do dori hi hoti hai.. waisa blouse ho to maja aa jayga….Yaar jab ladkiya aise kapde pehhanti ho jisme tumhari pith puri nangi dikhe to bahot mast lagta hai… Aur aaj kal to saali nabhi dikhane ka fashion hai na tum laudiyon ka . . usmain bhi agar wo tere jaisi sunder pari k nabhi ho to kya kehne..!!! Tujhe saree teri nabhi k ekdam niche bandhni hai…Teri pura pet nabhi k sath mujhe dikhna chahiye…samjhi?”

Kamya samajh nahi paa rahi thi k itni sexy tareeke se wo kaise taiyar hogi… Aslam jis tarah k kapde Kamya ko pehane k liye bol raha tha waise usne kabhi nahi pehne the…Par wo Aslam ki iccha ko thukrana nahi chah rahi thi… wo bhi sirf iss liye k wo thodi bold thi… !! Sath hi Kamya ko Aslam ka tareef karne ka andaaz pasand aa raha tha.. itne khule sabdon me aur bebak tarike se aaj tak kisi ne uske roop ki tareef nahi ki thi … yahan tak Sameer ne bhi nahi … Par ye wo jahir nahi karna chah rahi thi…Kamya khud ko Aslam k mang manne k liye mansik rup se taiyar karne k liye khud hi dalile de rahi thi…

( Aur such puche to Aslam jo bol raha tha wo aaj kal ka fashion hai… Bas mere liye thoda nai baat hai.. Par aaj kal to sabhi aise taiyar hote hai… !)

– “Ji samajh gayi.. aur kuch??”
Kamya ko sach main samajh nahi aa raha tha k wo kya bole..Wo bas jald se jald baat khatam karna chah rahi thi.. Par prashn usne pucha tha to ab jab tak Aslam apni baat khatam na karle usse baat puri sunni hi thi…

– “Aur….Aur… Ha…Tere baal khule rakhna.. bandhna mat…. Gahene jaroor pehanna…Wo tum pehanti ho na apne pati ki nishani.. Mangalsutra wo bhi pehanna… Chudi to jaroor pehanna.. Pero main payal honi chahiye…Aur makeup bhi karna…wo kya lipstick, bindi, kajal…aur wo kya lagati ho sindoor.. sab lagana… samjhi… ?? bilkool aise taiyar hona jaise apne Pati k liye taiyar hoti ho..Samjhi.?? kuch choot na jay… Main bhi dekhna chahta hut u apne pati k liye kaise taiyar hoti hai.. aur uske mukable mujhe kaisi ijjat deti hai..”

– “Ji thik hai..”
Kamya khud nahi janti thi ki itni sexy tarah se wo kaise taiyar hogi..Par wo mana bhi nahi kar payi… Ye shayad uske liye ek challenge ki tarah tha… Jise usse har hal main pura karna tha..

-“To cha.. Phir phone rakhta hu… Kal milte hai…”
-“Ji..Bye”

Phone rakhne k baad Aslam ek kamini muskaan k sath has pada…
“Saali… Pati k liye taiyar hoti hai waise nahi.. Kal k baad to main hi tera pati ho jaunga… Hmm…Ek dam sahi kaha tha tune… Saali ko agar ek din tak latka k rakhunga to khud apni choot ko mere lund pe rakh k jaygi… aur khud hi bolegi… Please Aslam mere ander daal do apna ye moosal…Apne lund ki randi bana do mujhe… Ahhh… Ek dam sahi baat hai.. Sahi hai… aurat ke dimag ko samajh ne k liye ek aurat ka hi dimag hona chahiye… wo kehte hai na aurat hi aurat ki sab se badi dushman hai…Ha ha ha …”
(shukr hai iss waqt Kamya usse sun aur dekh nahi payi …)

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