📖 “Woh Raat… Jab Darwaza Khud-Ba-Khud Khula” — Part 1
Main apne kamre se bahar aayi —
Bilkul tayyar,
Makeup se chamakti hui,
Libaas mein itni khoobsurat ke aaina bhi sharminda ho jata.
Lekin mera maqsad khoobsurati nahi tha…
Mera maqsad woh darwaza tha —
Jiske peeche woh rehta tha.
Imran Uncle.
Maine chupke se unke kamre ke darwaze tak kadam badhaye.
Kaana lagaaya — khamoshi.
Bilkul khamoshi.
Na koi awaaz, na TV, na chahal-pahal.
Matlab?
Woh akelay thay.
Maine sukoon ka saans liya.
Mera dil dhadak raha tha — na dar se, balki intezaar se.
Maine aahista se darwaze ko dhakka diya…
Aur phir…
Woh khul gaya.
Imran Uncle khade thay — bilkul tayyar, jaise jaante hoon ke main aa rahi hoon.
Unki aankhon mein ek sawaal tha…
Aur mere chehre par ek jawab.
Maine kuch nahi kaha.
Bas andar aa gayi.
Unhone darwaza band kar diya…
Aur kundi laga di.
Maine sofa par baithne ki koshish ki — lekin mere pair kaanp rahe thay.
Imran Uncle ne mere kandhe par haath rakh diya —
Naram… garam… bharosa bhara.
Aur phir woh bole —
“Sara… kya tum wakai khush ho? Mujhse naraz toh nahi?”
Main muskura di —
“Naraz? Uncle… main toh aapke liye marne ko taiyyar hoon.”
Unki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi.
Woh mere baalon mein ungliyan pherna lage…
Aur main… main kho gayi.
Aankhen band ho gayi.
Duniya ghayab ho gayi.
Bas woh thay — unki saansen, unki garmi, unka wajood.
Phir ek lamha aaya —
Jab unhone kaha:
“Tum jaanti ho main kitna tajurba kar hoon? Tumhari umar toh abhi kal ki hai… lekin main tumhe woh sukoon doonga jise tumne kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya.”
Aur phir…
Woh shuru hua — woh khel.
Aahista… dheere… hoshiyari se.
Har harkat mein mohabbat, har lamhe mein jaadu.
Maine mehsoos kiya —
Yeh jannat nahi toh aur kya hai?
Jab sab kuch khatam hua —
Main leti hui thi, saans bhi nahi le pa rahi thi.
Imran Uncle ne mera haath thama aur pucha:
“Kaisa laga, Sara?”
Maine aankhen kholi — aansuon se bharri hui —
“Alfaaz nahi hain, Uncle… aapne mujhe zindagi di hai. Danial? Woh toh bachhon ka khilona tha. Aap? Aap toh samundar hain… gehra, prasraar, lamtanahi.”
Imran Uncle muskuraaye —
“Meri biwi ke saath bhi main pehle plan banata hoon… agar tum chaaho, toh agli baar hum pura plan banayenge — tareeqe, harkatein, lamhe… sab kuch.”
Maine sar hilaya —
“Bas ek shart — Ammi ko pata na chale.”
Imran Uncle ne kaha —
“Tum fikar mat karo… jab ghar khali ho — mera darwaza tumhara intezaar karega.”
Phir main chali gayi —
Apne kamre mein.
Fresh hui.
So gayi — khwabon mein gum.
Agli subah —
Nashte par Ammi ne pucha:
“Sara, tum kal raat itni jaldi kyun so gayi?”
Maine muskura kar kaha —
“Ammi… kal raat maine ek khwab dekha tha — jise dohrana chahti hoon.”
Aur bahar jaate waqt —
Imran Uncle gaadi ke paas khade thay.
Hamari nazarain mili…
Hum dono jaante thay… yeh sirf shuruaat thi.