Fiza

Fiza darwaze ko zor se band karne ki koshish kr rhi thi. Lekin uss darinde ne haath laga kar rok liya… aur bina ijazat ghar k andar aa gaya.

“Ab bhi utni hi masoom ho… ya sab seekh liya?” Usne muskurate hue kaha.

“Bahar niklo mere ghar se!” Fiza ki awaaz uchi thi pr kaanp rahi thi.

Fiza ne fouran Tazeem ko call kiya.

Halki roti hui awaaz mein usne kaha, “Jaldi ghar aa jaaiye…”

Kuch hi der mein darwaza zor se khula. Tazeem toofan ki tarah andar dakhil hua. Uski saansen tez thi, aankhon mein gussa aur zehan mein pichhle kai hafton ke saare shak bijli ki tarah lapak rahe the. Uski nazar seedha us ladke par padi. Shakal pehnchana sa tha. Uski aankhon mein purani nafrat wapas ubhar aayi.

“Yeh yahan kya kar raha hai?” Tazeem zor se chillaya.

Woh darinda hass pada. Uski nigahe Fiza ki or thi aur haath Tazeem k kandhon pe.

“Bas dekhne aaya tha… kaise kisi ne isse apna liya…Tumne sab kuch janne ke bawajood use kaise qubool kar liya? Himmat hai bhai tum mein…”

Ye baat sun kar Tazeem k dil mein aag bhar gyi aur kaha, “Wo masoom hai... tum ne uski zindagi barbad karne ki ghatiya koshish ki thi…”

“Arre Bhai, main toh chahta tha ke wo meri ho jaye, par wo bohat naadan thi. Wo har cheez ki malkin ban sakti thi.”

“Zaban sambhalke…Fiza meri biwi hai…”

“Biwi?” Woh darinda phir hass pada aur kaha,

“Main shart laga sakta hoon ke tumhe bilkul nahi pata ke us sham college mein kya hua tha.” Woh darinda haste hue sofe pe baitha raha.

“Main uski pakizgi aur haya ka saboot hoon. Maine hi uss din bhi tumhe maara tha. Bhool gaye kya?”

Wo darinda muskuraya aur bola, “Panch hazar ki shart lagata hoon, main ye sabit kar sakta hoon…”

Fiza ka rang udh gaya. Tazeem ka sabr toot gaya aur usne darinde ka collar pakad liya.

“Maine kaha tha…Apni zubaan sambhaal!” Tazeem ne gurrate hue dahada.

Fiza, Tazeem ko zakhmi nhi hone dena chahti thi. Isiliye woh dono k darmiyan aa gyi. Rote hue guhaar lagai,

“Ladai mat kijiye…”

Tazeem aur uss Darinde mein dhakka mukki ho rhi thi. Gussa, beizzati, purane zakhm, naya shaq, sab ek saath phat pade the. Isi kashmakash mein ek zor ka jhatka Fiza ko laga. Fiza ladkhadai..woh girne hi waali thi ki uss darinde k haath Fiza ki kamar pakad liye aur girne se bacha liya.

Fiza ne turant woh haath hataya aur zor se thappad uss darinde k gaalon pe pada. Woh jhatpatake niche zameen pr gira. “Haath mat lagana mujhe!” Fiza chillai.

Tazeem ne yeh manzar dekha. Us ek pal ne Tazeem ke andar ka zehar aur gehra kar diya. Jaise uske saare shak uski aankhon ke saamne zinda ho gaye. Fiza ne Tazeem ki aankhon mein gussa aur saath kuch aur bhi tha…jo Fiza pehchan na saki, shaq ka badal.

Ladai ruk gayi. Woh darinda muskura kar nikal gaya.

“Main phir aunga… aur is baar sabit karke jaunga…” Uske alfaaz aur awaaz Tazeem k dil ko cheer rhe the. Usne darwaza band kiya. Aur khud ko sambhala. Ghar mein khamoshi thi.

“Tazeem!” Fiza ne uska naam pukara.

Fiza ko darr lag rha tha ki agar ab woh pregnancy ki baat kregi toh kahin Tazeem shaq na krne lage.

Tazeem ko woh college ka manzar yaad aa gaya.

Uss darinde ne College ke dino mein Fiza ko bahut tang kiya tha. Uski izzat ko chot pohanchane ki koshish ki thi.

Uske masoom hone ka faida uthana chahta tha. Fiza dari rehti thi ki shikayat krne pe uske kirdar pe ungli uthegi, jo use aaj bhi afsos hota hai. Agar uss shaam, Tazeem department mein file submit krne nhi aata, toh aaj Fiza zinda nhi hoti.

Tazeem uske izzat e salamat ka gawah tha. Pr aaj use apni aankhon pe yakeen nhi ho rha tha. Woh darinda ghar pahuncha kaise? Usse ghar ka pata kisne bataya? Woh bangalore rehti hai yeh kisne bataya?

Inhi sawalon k jawab maangne k liye, Tazeem dheere se Fiza ki taraf muda.

“Woh yahan kyun aaya tha?” Tazeem ki buland awaaz, Fiza ko dara rhi thi. Pr tab bhi Fiza ne turant jawab diya.

“Main darwaza khol rahi thi… woh peeche se aaya… main ne rokne ki koshish ki…woh jabardasti ghar mein ghus aaya…maine aapko call kiya usi waqt…woh jaane ka naam hi nhi le rha tha aur anap shanap baatein kr rha tha…”

Tazeem ki nazar Fiza par tiki hui thi. Uske zehan mein anjaan messages, chat screenshots, pados wali aunty ki baatein, aur Winston ki dikhayi hui tasveerein sab ek saath ghoom gaye. Gusse mein uske muh se nikle alfaaz the,

“Jaise us din… college mein?”

Woh ek lamha tha…jahan sab kuch toot gaya.

Bharosa tootne ki awaaz nahi hoti…

bas andar hi andar sab khatam ho jaata hai.

Fiza ki aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye.

“Toh aapko kabhi yaqeen tha hi nahi mujh par…?” Fiza ne rote hue poocha.

“Fiza..” Tazeem uski taraf badh rha tha, woh haath se use dur krte hue peeche kadam le rhi thi.

Tazeem chup raha. Uski khamoshi hi jawab tha. Fiza pr shaq. Toot-ti hui awaaz mein, aansun poochte hue Fiza ne kaha,

“Sab ne mujh par shaq kiya tha…par mujhe yakeen tha tum nhi kroge. Tum toh mere izzat e salamat k gawah ho na…” Fiza zor se rone lagi.

Tazeem ne bechain ho kar kaha,

“Main bas sach jaana chahta hoon, Fiza!”

Uski lal aankhein, gusse se bhari hui, aur uski band mutthi jo safed padh rhi thi, yeh sab Fiza ko dara rhe the.

Rote rote Fiza ne gawahi di,

“Sach main hazaar dafa keh chuki hoon…kuch nahi hua tha… Mujhe alcohol colddrink ki bottle mein pilaya gaya tha. Pr main itni hosh mein thi ki mujhe pata hai mere saath kuch nhi hua tha. Main dhakka, maar peet hi kr thi thi jab tumne aake mujhe bachaya tha…” Fiza zor zor se rote hue apni kirdar ki hifazat ki gawahi de rhi thi.

“Aur kitni baar mujhe yeh sab batana padhega, huh?” Fiza ne poocha.

“Jitni dafa poocha jaye…” Tazeem ne sakt lehje mein kaha.

Fiza ki nazre Tazeem ko hairan hoke dekh rhi thi.

Aur Tazeem ki nazar uss pal pe thi jab uss darinde ka haath Fiza ki kamar pe tha.

Tazeem, Fiza ki or badha.

“Tazeem!! Hosh mein aaiye…” Fiza ne awaaz lagai. Woh samajh gyi thi yeh woh mohabbati Tazeem nhi. Yeh koi aur tha.

Tazeem ne zor se Fiza ko apni taraf kheecha aur uske kamar pe haath rakhi. Zyada zor se nahi..magar itna ke dard mehsoos ho.

“Mujhe woh manzar pasand nahi aaya…” Tazeem ne kaha. Fiza ne haami bhari.

“Mujhe bhi nhi pasand tha, Tazeem. Pr aapki pakad mein dard ho rha hai…”

Tazeem usse gusse bhari nazron se dekh rha tha. Woh lafz Tazeem k dimaag mein kuch aur matlab nikal rhe the. Usne gusse mein haath hata diya. Fiza girte girte zameen pr baith gyi. Uski saansein tez ho gyi.

“Ek baar… sirf ek baar..keh dijiye…ke aapko..mujh par yaqeen hai…” Fiza tez saanson mein rote hue boli.

Tazeem ne aankhein band kar li. Gusse mein kursi girake woh kamre mein chala gaya. Khamoshi. Yeh uska jawab tha.

“Samajh gyi…” Fiza halka sa muskuraayi…

Usne apne pet par haath rakha. Dard ki lehar uthi. Woh jhukke wahin let gyi.

“Tazeem…” Usne kamzor awaaz mein use pukara. Surkh lal uske kapdo se farsh tak phail rha tha. Kamar se leke pairon tak tez dard shuru hone laga.

Fiza rone lagi.

Uski roti hue awaaz sunke, Tazeem ne kamre ka darwaza band kr liya.

“Tazeem…” Fiza ne himmat krke ek baar zor se awaaz lagai.

Pr dair ho chuki thi. Fiza behosh, khoon se latt-patt, wahi zameen pr padi thi.

Khamoshi chha gyi.

Tazeem sardard ki goli khake so gaya tha. Aadhe ghante baad jab utha toh uski chaal jam gayi thi.

Uski aankhon ke saamne sab dhundla ho gaya.

“Fiza…?”

Woh uski taraf bhaaga.

“Fiza!!!!”

Jis surkh rang jode mein woh rukhsat hoke aayi thi, ussi surkh rang mein woh rukhsat hoke jaa rhi thi..

Kuch lamho baad hospital mein, Fiza ko halka sa hosh aaya.

Uski aankhein dheere se khuli. Kamra dhundla sa tha.

Aankhon mein sirf pachtawa liye, Tazeem uske paas baitha tha..

“Fiza, mujhe maaf kar do..” Tooti hui awaaz mein Tazeem apne gunah ki maafi maang rha tha.

Fiza ne uski taraf dekha.

Na gussa…na aansu…sirf ek khali si nazar.

Uss nazar ne Tazeem ko tod diya.

Ek gulab ki pankhudi meri zindagi sawar gyi..

Magar mere noch se maine use bikher diya…

Woh roshan aankhein mili ek toote dil se…

Woh sadma use zinda shayad hi rakh paye..