Taqdeer Woh Raat – Ek Khoye Necklace Ki Kahani

Rawalpindi ki woh shaam traffic ke lehaz se itni buri thi ke shayad qismat ne pehle hi faisla kar liya tha ke is din kuch na kuch tootna hai. Mall Road ke darmiyan, jahan Faizabad interchange se Lahore shehr tak jaane wali line har roz saanso ki tarah chalti thi, aaj woh saans hi ruk gayi thi. Sarak par gaariyan ek dusri ki bumper se bumper chipki hui thin, horn ki awaz ek musalsal be-sir-pa cheekh ban chuki thi, aur dhoop dhalne ke baad bhi asphalt se uthte hue garmi ke laharin chehre ko jala rahi thin. Ahmed, 23 saal ka ek naujawan, apni bike par, dono taangon se khara, haatho se handle bar ko pakde, is ajeeb qaid mein phansa hua tha. Uske aas paas rikshay, coasters, aur qureshi qabool se bhare mazdoor waale ghis pis rahe the. Aik riksha wala itna qareeb tha ke uska rear-view mirror Ahmed ke ghutne ko chho raha tha. Koi nikalne ka raasta nahi tha. Pichhe dekhne par sar jhuka lena padta tha kyunki pichli line bhi itni door tak thi ke uska koi sar nahi dikh raha tha. Mobile par ammi ka number teen dafa aaya aur teenon dafa Ahmed ne cut kar diya, kyunki uske paas kehne ko kuch nahi tha. “Beta kahan ho?” ka jawab “Traffic mein phansa hun” to woh bhi keh sakta tha, lekin ab to woh jawab bhi sharminda lagne laga tha, kyunki yeh jam aam nahi tha — yeh woh jam tha jismein waqt hi ruk gaya tha. Uski qameez paseene se geeli ho chuki thi, gala sookh gaya tha, aur zehan mein ek hi khayal ghoom raha tha ke ghar par jo kuch uska intezar kar raha hai, woh is jam se kahin zyada bhayanak hai.

Woh intezar ek missing necklace ka tha. Mami Surayya ka sona ka haar, jo unhone apni shaadi par apni walida se tohfe mein liya tha, jo unke ghar ki khushiyun ka nishaan tha, kal raat se gaib tha. Aur is gaibi ki khabar Ahmed tak subah pohonchi thi, jab uski choti behn jaisi bhanji Dua ne usko phone karke, aawaz mein itna darr bhar ke, kaha tha: “Ahmed bhai, please jaldi ghar aao. Mami ne abhi tak notice nahi kiya, lekin woh locker kholne wali hain. Humain kuch karna parega.” Ahmed ko yaad tha ke us waqt uska gala bandh gaya tha. Kyunki woh janta tha ke is necklace ka wazan sirf sone ka nahi tha — is par Surayya mami ki izzat, Shabbir mamoo ki naqad bharose, aur is ghar ke andar jo pur-sukoon zindagi chal rahi thi, sab kuch laga hua tha. Rawalpindi ke is purane ilaqe mein, jahan logon ki izzat unke ghar ke andar chhupi hoti hai aur unki izzat ki baat gali-mohalle tak pahonchne mein sirf do minute lagte hain, ek missing necklace ka matlab sirf ek jewelry ka nuksan nahi tha. Iska matlab tha shak, ilzaam, aur woh be-yaqeeni jo dhere dhere har rishton ko kha jati hai.

Jam ab bhi nahi hil raha tha. Ahmed ne apne aap ko itna majboor kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya tha. University se nikalte waqt usne socha tha ke woh ghar jaldi pohonch jayega, lekin ab shaam ke saath saath andhera bhi chha raha tha aur uske paas sirf intezar tha. Uske dimag mein Dua ki aawaz ghoom rahi thi. Dua, uski mamo ki beti, uski bhanji, jo is ghar ki sab se choti aur sab se pyaari hasti thi. Woh janta tha ke Dua ke chehre par woh darr kyun tha. Woh khud bhi is darr ka hissa tha, kyunki usne pehle hi andaaza laga liya tha ke necklace kahan gaya ho sakta hai. Teen din pehle Dua ne usko bataya tha ke uski dost Mahnoor ki mangni hai, aur usne kaha tha ke “bhai, mujhe achha lagna hai, lekin mere paas koi achha set nahi hai.” Us waqt Ahmed ne hanste hue kaha tha ke “tum to waise hi achhi lagti ho,” lekin ab usko samajh aa raha tha ke Dua ne us raat locker se woh necklace nikala tha, aur shayad wapas rakhne ke chakkar mein kuch gadbad ho gayi thi. Ya phir woh toot gaya tha, ya kho gaya tha, ya kisi ne utha liya tha. Har possibility Ahmed ke zehan mein ek naye darr ke saath aa rahi thi.

Ghari ki sui paanch bajne ko thi jab jam mein pehli harkat hui. Aik truck jo side mein ruka hua tha, usko traffic police ne hataya, aur dhere dhere line aage badhne lagi. Ahmed ne bike start ki aur us tez raftari se nikla jaise uski zindagi ka har second qeemti ho. Hawa uske chehre par lagi, lekin uske andar ki garmi kam nahi hui. Woh soch raha tha ke ghar jaakar pehle woh Dua se akela milega, phir dono milkar koi plan banayenge. Lekin usko yeh bhi pata tha ke waqt bahut kam hai. Surayya mami har mahine ki is taareekh ko apne zewar check karti thin — yeh unki aadat thi, aur aaj wohi taareekh thi. Locker khulne mein ab shayad sirf do ghante bache the.

Ghar ka rasta Rawalpindi ke andar ek purani gali se guzarta tha, jahan dukaane band hone lagi thin aur gali ke kone par ek chhota sa chai dhaba ab bhi khula tha. Ahmed ne bike gali mein ghusayi aur ghar ke bahar roka. Ghar ek purana lekin mazboot makan tha, do manzila, jiske bahar ek neem ka darakht tha aur jiske andar Shabbir mamoo aur Surayya mami apne dono bachon Dua aur uske chote bhai ke saath rehte the. Ahmed bhi isi ghar mein rehta tha — uske walidain ka inteqal uske bachpan mein ho gaya tha, aur mamoo ne usko apne bete ki tarah pala tha. Is ghar ne usko har cheez di thi: chhat, khana, taleem, aur sab se barh kar mohabbat. Aur aaj yahi ghar uske liye ek maidan-e-jung ban gaya tha.

Andar dakhil hote hi usko ehsaas hua ke mahaul kuch ajeeb tha. Aangan mein koi nahi tha, lekin upar se Surayya mami ki aawaz aa rahi thi, jo kisi se phone par baat kar rahi thin. Dua drawing room ke darwaze par khari thi, uska chehra safed, aankhen laal. Usne Ahmed ko dekhte hi ishara kiya ke woh chup chaap andar aaye. Ahmed ne jootay utaare aur dhere se uske paas gaya. Dua ne uska haath pakra aur usko store room ki taraf le gayi, jahan purane samaan ke darmiyan woh dono aksar bachpan mein chhupte the. Darwaza band karte hi Dua ki aankhon se aansu behne lage.

“Bhai, main barbaad ho gayi hun,” usne sargoshi mein kaha. “Necklace… woh… main ne Mahnoor ki mangni mein pehna tha. Wahan… wahan se wapas aate waqt… mujhe nahi pata woh kahan gaya. Maine poori car check ki, apna purse check kiya, ghar aakar apne kamre mein har jagah dekha. Kahin nahi hai.” Uski aawaz kaanp rahi thi. Ahmed ne uske kandhe par haath rakha aur usko tasalli dene ki koshish ki, lekin uske apne haath kaanp rahe the. “Dua, pehle rona band karo,” usne kaha. “Rone se kuch nahi hoga. Mujhe poori baat batao, ek ek detail. Tum ne necklace kab nikala? Locker ka code tumhe kaise pata tha? Mangni mein kis kis ne dekha? Wapas aate waqt tum kiske saath thin?”

Dua ne gehri saans li aur batana shuru kiya. Teen din pehle, jab Surayya mami apni behn ke ghar gayi hui thin, Dua ne locker khola tha — code usko pehle se pata tha kyunki mami ne kabhi us se chhupaya nahi tha. Usne woh gold necklace nikala, jo ek bareek chain par ek chhota sa dil-numa pendant laga hua tha, aur usko apne dupatte mein lapet kar rakha. Mangni ki raat woh Mahnoor ke ghar gayi, jahan usne necklace pehna. Wahan bahut si larkiyan thin, sab ne uski tareef ki. Raat ko wapas aate waqt woh apni dost Ayesha ki car mein aayi, aur raste mein car ek jhatke se ruki kyunki aage ek kutta aa gaya tha. Usi jhatke mein shayad chain toot gayi ya khul gayi. Usne notice nahi kiya. Ghar aakar jab usne purse khola, necklace nahi tha. “Bhai, main ne do din se neend nahi ki,” Dua ne kaha. “Mami ko pata chal gaya to… woh mujh par kabhi bharosa nahi karengi. Aur mamoo… mamoo to mujhe maaf nahi karenge. Woh necklace unki shaadi ki nishani hai.”

Ahmed ne usko gaur se dekha. Dua 21 saal ki thi, ek khubsurat larki jiske chehre par masoomiyat aur zahanat dono the. Woh is ghar ki roshni thi. Aur ab woh is roshni ko bujhne se bachana chahta tha. “Suno,” usne kaha, “humain pehle yeh pata karna hai ke necklace mila ya nahi. Ayesha ki car abhi bhi check ho sakti hai. Mahnoor ke ghar bhi pooch sakte hain. Aur agar kahin nahi mila, to hum naya banwayenge — bilkul waisa hi. Mami ko pata bhi nahi chalega.” Dua ne hairat se usko dekha. “Lekin bhai, itne paise kahan se aayenge? Sone ka necklace… kam az kam do lakh ka hoga.” Ahmed ne muskurane ki koshish ki. “Paise ka intezaam main kar lunga. Tum bas himmat rakho. Aur ek baat yaad rakho — mami ko abhi kuch mat batana. Humare paas kal subah tak ka waqt hai. Aaj raat hum dono milkar har mumkin jagah check karenge.”

Us raat ka khana ek ajeeb khamoshi mein guzra. Surayya mami, 44 saal ki ek khubsurat aur samajhdaar aurat, ne dastarkhwan par sab ko khana parosa, lekin unki nazren baar baar Dua par ja rahi thin. Shayad unhone mehsoos kar liya tha ke kuch gadbad hai. Shabbir mamoo, 47 saal ke ek sakht lekin narm dil aadmi, apne kaam ki thakan mein the, lekin unhone bhi Dua ki khamoshi notice ki. “Dua beta, tum theek ho?” unhone pucha. Dua ne jhooti muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Ji abbu, bas sar mein dard hai.” Ahmed ne apni plate mein dekhte hue socha ke yeh jhoot kitne din chalega. Khana khatam hote hi woh apne kamre mein chala gaya, lekin uska zehan kaam kar raha tha. Uske paas ek purana dost tha, Bilal, jo Sarafa Bazaar mein ek jeweler ki dukaan par kaam karta tha. Kal subah woh us se milega aur puchega ke aisa necklace banwane mein kitna kharcha aayega aur kitna waqt lagega. Aur us se pehle, aaj raat woh Ayesha ko phone karega.

Raat ke gyarah baje, jab ghar ke sab so gaye, Ahmed ne chhat par jaakar Ayesha ko phone kiya. Ayesha ne bataya ke usne car ki achhi tarah talashi li thi, lekin kuch nahi mila. “Dua ne mujhe bataya tha ke usne necklace pehna tha,” Ayesha ne kaha, “lekin car mein nahi hai. Shayad Mahnoor ke ghar hi reh gaya ho.” Ahmed ne Mahnoor ka number liya aur usko message kiya, lekin jawab nahi aaya — raat bahut ho chuki thi. Usne phone jeb mein rakha aur aasman ki taraf dekha. Rawalpindi ka aasman taaron se bhara tha, lekin uske dil mein andhera tha. Tabhi usko pichhe se aahat sunayi di. Dua chhat par aayi thi, ek shawl odhe hue. “Bhai, neend nahi aa rahi,” usne kaha. Ahmed ne usko apne paas bithaya. Dono der tak khamosh baithe rahe, aur phir Dua ne dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “Bhai, tum mujh se naraaz to nahi ho?” Ahmed ne uski taraf dekha aur uske dil mein ek ajeeb si lehar uthi. “Main tum se kabhi naraaz nahi ho sakta, Dua,” usne kaha. Aur us waqt usne mehsoos kiya ke uske dil mein Dua ke liye jo ehsaas hai, woh sirf bhai-behn jaisa nahi hai. Woh ehsaas bahut gehra tha, bahut purana tha, aur usne use saalon se dabaye rakha tha. Lekin aaj, is raat, is khamoshi mein, woh ehsaas uske seene mein dhadakne laga.

Subah ki azaan ke saath Ahmed ki aankh khuli. Usne raat bhar theek se neend nahi ki thi — uske zehan mein necklace ka khayal aur Dua ki woh laal aankhen ghoomti rahi thin. Lekin aaj uske dil mein ek nayi himmat bhi thi. Usne faisla kiya tha ke woh is museebat ko akela nahi, Dua ke saath milkar hal karega, aur is safar mein shayad woh apne dil ki baat bhi keh dega — woh baat jo usne saalon se chhupayi thi. Woh jaldi se tayyar hua aur nashta kiye baghair ghar se nikal gaya. Surayya mami ne pucha bhi ke “nashta to kar lo,” lekin usne kaha ke university mein ek zaroori kaam hai. Asal mein uska rukh Sarafa Bazaar ki taraf tha, jahan Bilal kaam karta tha.

Sarafa Bazaar Rawalpindi ka woh ilaqa hai jahan sone ki dukaane ek dusri se chipki hui hain, aur hawa mein ek ajeeb si chamak hoti hai. Bilal ne usko dekhte hi pehchana aur gale lagaya. Dono college ke dost the, aur Bilal ko Ahmed par poora bharosa tha. Ahmed ne usko poori baat batayi — necklace ka ghayab hona, Dua ka darr, aur uski khwahish ke woh bilkul waisa hi necklace banwana chahta hai. Bilal ne gaur se suna aur phir kaha, “Dekho Ahmed, aisa kaam ho sakta hai, lekin tumhe samajhna parega. Pehli baat, purane design ko copy karna aasaan nahi hota — mujhe original dekhna parega ya uski tasveer chahiye hogi. Dusri baat, sone ka rate aaj kal aasman par hai. Ek bareek chain aur chhota pendant bhi kam az kam dedh se do lakh ka parega. Aur waqt… kam az kam chaar se paanch din lagenge.” Ahmed ka dil doob gaya. Paise ka intezaam to woh kar bhi leta — uske paas kuch bachat thi, aur woh apni bike bechne tak ka soch sakta tha — lekin waqt sab se bara dushman tha. Surayya mami aaj hi locker kholne wali thin. Chaar paanch din to bahut door ki baat thi.

“Bilal, koi aur raasta?” Ahmed ne pucha. Bilal ne socha aur kaha, “Ek raasta hai. Mere paas ek purana necklace hai, jo design mein tumhare wale se milta julta hai. Woh ek customer ne becha tha. Agar tum chaho to main usko thoda modify karke de sakta hun. Lekin woh bilkul same nahi hoga — mami ko shayad farq mehsoos ho jaye.” Ahmed ne sar hilaya. “Nahi, bilkul same chahiye. Mami ki nazar bahut tez hai.” Bilal ne uske kandhe par haath rakha. “To phir tumhe asli necklace dhundna parega. Meri salah hai ke tum Mahnoor ke ghar achhi tarah check karo, aur Ayesha ki car ko ek baar phir dekho. Aksar aisi cheezen wahin milti hain jahan hum sab se aakhir mein dekhte hain.” Ahmed ne uska shukriya ada kiya aur wapas ghar ki taraf rawana hua. Raaste mein usne Mahnoor ko phone kiya. Mahnoor ne bataya ke usne apne ghar mein poori talashi li thi, lekin necklace nahi mila. “Dua ne jate waqt kaha tha ke uska necklace shayad car mein gir gaya hai,” Mahnoor ne kaha. “Tum Ayesha ki car dobara check karo.”

Ghar pahonch kar Ahmed ne Dua ko apne kamre mein bulaya aur use Bilal ki baat batayi. Dua ka chehra utar gaya. “To ab kya hoga, bhai?” usne pucha. Ahmed ne kaha, “Abhi haar nahi maani. Ayesha ki car hum khud jaakar check karenge. Aur ek aur baat — tumne kaha tha ke car ek jhatke se ruki thi. Shayad necklace car ki seat ke neeche ya darwaze ke khaane mein phas gaya ho.” Dua ne umeed bhari nazron se usko dekha. “Tum sach mein meri madad karoge? Apni parhai, apna waqt… sab chhor kar?” Ahmed ne uske haathon ko apne haathon mein liya. Uske haath thande the. “Dua, tum meri zindagi ho. Tumhare liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hun.” Usne yeh jumla itne jazbaat se kaha ke Dua hairan reh gayi. Usne Ahmed ki aankhon mein dekha, aur usko wahan kuch aisa nazar aaya jo usne pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha — ek gehri, bechain mohabbat.

Us shaam woh dono Ayesha ke ghar gaye. Ayesha ki car ek purani Suzuki thi, jo gali mein khari thi. Teenon ne milkar car ki ek ek inch talashi li — seaton ke neeche, dashboard ke pichhe, darwazon ke khaanon mein, diggi mein. Lekin necklace kahin nahi tha. Ayesha ne kaha, “Dekho, main ne pehle bhi dekha tha. Yahan nahi hai.” Dua ki aankhon mein phir aansu aa gaye. Ahmed ne usko sambhala aur kaha, “Rona band karo. Hum Mahnoor ke ghar dobara jayenge, aur is dafa hum har kamra check karenge.” Lekin uske dil mein ek darr baith gaya tha — kahin necklace kisi ne utha to nahi liya? Mangni mein bahut se mehmaan the. Koi naukrani, koi bacha, koi ajnabi… Har possibility usko aur pareshan kar rahi thi.

Ghar wapas aate waqt raaste mein barish shuru ho gayi. Rawalpindi ki barish achanak aati hai — pehle halki boondein, phir tez dhaar. Dono ek dukaan ke chhajje ke neeche khare ho gaye. Barish ki awaz, geeli mitti ki khushbu, aur unke darmiyan ki khamoshi — sab kuch ek ajeeb sa jadoo bana raha tha. Dua ne Ahmed ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Bhai, agar necklace na mila to? Mami mujhe kabhi maaf nahi karengi. Main ne unka bharosa toda hai.” Ahmed ne uske chehre se geele baal hataye aur kaha, “Tum ne koi gunaah nahi kiya, Dua. Tum sirf ek larki ho jo achha lagna chahti thi. Is mein bura kya hai?” Dua ne uski aankhon mein dekha. “Lekin main ne chori ki, bhai. Bina bataye liya. Yeh to chori hi hui na?” Ahmed ne gehri saans li. “Haan, ghalti hui hai. Lekin ghalti ka matlab yeh nahi ke insaan bura ho gaya. Hum isko theek karenge. Main tumhare saath hun.”

Barish tez ho gayi aur dono geele hone lage. Ahmed ne apni jacket utaar kar Dua ko odha di. Dua ne jacket ko kas ke pakra aur uski khushbu ko mehsoos kiya. Us waqt uske dil mein ek ajeeb si garmi uthi. Woh Ahmed ko bachpan se janti thi — woh uska bhai tha, uska protector, uska sab se qareebi dost. Lekin aaj usko Ahmed mein kuch aur nazar aa raha tha. Ek mard, jo uske liye duniya se larne ko tayyar tha. Usne apni nazren jhuka lin, kyunki usko apne dil ki dhadkan sunayi de rahi thi, aur woh nahi chahti thi ke Ahmed usko sun le.

Raat ko khane par mahaul aur bhi tense tha. Surayya mami ne ailan kiya ke “kal main locker check karungi, kuch zewar saaf karne hain.” Yeh sunte hi Dua ka chehra safed ho gaya aur Ahmed ke haath kaanpne lage. Shabbir mamoo ne kaha, “Kyun, koi khaas baat?” Mami ne hanste hue kaha, “Nahi, bas aise hi. Mahnoor ki mangni mein sab ne itne achhe zewar pehne the, mujhe apne bhi yaad aa gaye.” Yeh jumla Dua ke liye khanjar ki tarah tha. Usne apni plate mein dekha aur chup chaap khana khati rahi. Ahmed ne uske paon ko table ke neeche apne paon se chhua — ek khamosh tasalli. Dua ne uski taraf dekha aur halki si muskurahat di, lekin uski aankhon mein darr ab bhi tha.

Khana khatam hote hi Ahmed ne Dua ko ishare se chhat par bulaya. Chhat par thandi hawa chal rahi thi aur barish ke baad aasman saaf tha. Dono chhat ki mundair ke paas khare ho gaye. “Dua,” Ahmed ne kaha, “mujhe tum se ek baat kehni hai. Aur main chahta hun ke tum isko gaur se suno.” Dua ne uski taraf dekha. “Kaho, bhai.” Ahmed ne gehri saans li. “Main tum se mohabbat karta hun, Dua. Sirf bhai ki tarah nahi. Ek mard ki tarah. Main ne saalon se is ehsaas ko dabaye rakha hai, kyunki main janta tha ke yeh kehna aasaan nahi hai. Lekin aaj, jab main tumhe is museebat mein dekhta hun, mujhe lagta hai ke agar main ne ab nahi kaha to shayad kabhi nahi keh paunga.”

Dua ke chehre par hairat, darr, aur kuch aur — shayad khushi — ek saath aaye. Woh peeche hati aur boli, “Bhai, yeh… yeh kya keh rahe ho? Hum… hum cousin hain. Yeh ghar… mami, mamoo… log kya kahenge? Yeh mumkin nahi hai.” Uski aawaz kaanp rahi thi. Ahmed ne uska haath pakarne ki koshish ki, lekin usne haath khinch liya. “Dua, main janta hun yeh aasaan nahi hai. Lekin mohabbat aasaan cheezon mein nahi hoti. Main tum se kuch nahi maang raha — sirf itna keh raha hun ke mera dil tumhare liye dhadakta hai. Aur main tumhara saath is necklace wale masle mein dunga, chahe tum mujhe kuch bhi kaho.” Dua ne usko dekha, uski aankhon mein aansu the. “Bhai, please… abhi is baare mein mat socho. Pehle necklace ka masla hal ho jaye. Mera dimag kaam nahi kar raha.” Woh chhat se neeche chali gayi, aur Ahmed akela khara reh gaya, taaron ko dekhte hue. Usne apne dil mein kaha ke woh haar nahi manega. Woh Dua ko waqt dega, lekin woh apni mohabbat se peeche nahi hatega.

Agli subah Ahmed jaldi uth gaya. Usne raat bhar Dua ki baat sochi thi — uska inkaar, uska darr, uski woh aankhen jo kehti thin ke woh bhi kuch mehsoos karti hai lekin kehne se darti hai. Ahmed janta tha ke Dua ko waqt chahiye, aur woh use waqt dega. Lekin uska dil bechain tha. Usne faisla kiya ke aaj woh Mahnoor ke ghar khud jayega aur har kona check karega. Nashtay par Surayya mami ne phir kaha ke “aaj dopahar ko main locker kholungi,” aur is dafa unki aawaz mein ek ajeeb si sakhti thi. Dua ne Ahmed ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein iltija thi. Ahmed ne halka sa sar hilaya — matlab, fikar mat karo.

Mahnoor ka ghar Rawalpindi ke ek posh ilaqe mein tha. Ahmed wahan pahoncha to Mahnoor ne use drawing room mein bithaya. “Ahmed bhai, main ne sach mein poora ghar check kiya tha,” usne kaha. “Lekin aap khud dekh lein.” Ahmed ne ghar ke har kamre ki talashi li — guest room, lawn, car porch, yahan tak ke kitchen bhi. Kuch nahi mila. Wapas aate waqt Mahnoor ki chhoti behn, jo 19 saal ki thi, ne kaha, “Bhai, mangni wali raat maine ek larki ko dekha tha jo Dua aapi ke paas khari thi. Woh baar baar unke gale ki taraf dekh rahi thi.” Ahmed ke kaan khare ho gaye. “Kaun thi woh larki? Tum use pehchanti ho?” Larki ne sar hilaya. “Nahi, woh Mahnoor aapi ki college ki dost thi shayad. Naam… shayad Saba tha.” Ahmed ne Mahnoor se pucha to usne bataya ke Saba uski class fellow hai, aur uska number de diya.

Ahmed ne foran Saba ko phone kiya. Pehle to Saba ne inkaar kiya ke usne kuch dekha, lekin jab Ahmed ne zor diya aur kaha ke “yeh meri mami ki shaadi ki nishani hai, please sach batao,” to Saba ki aawaz badal gayi. “Dekho… main ne necklace dekha tha. Dua ke gale mein. Bahut khubsurat tha. Lekin… mangni khatam hone ke baad, jab sab ja rahe the, maine dekha ke woh necklace zameen par gira hua tha, lawn mein. Maine uthaya… aur…” Woh ruk gayi. Ahmed ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. “Aur kya, Saba? Please batao.” Saba ne rote hue kaha, “Maine use apne purse mein rakh liya. Mujhe laga… mujhe laga koi notice nahi karega. Mujhe maaf kar do. Woh abhi bhi mere paas hai.”

Ahmed ke liye yeh khabar ek taraf khushi thi aur dusri taraf gussa. Khushi is liye ke necklace mil gaya tha, gussa is liye ke Saba ne chori ki thi. Lekin usne apne gusse ko dabaye rakha, kyunki ab sab se zaroori necklace wapas lena tha. “Saba, tum abhi isi waqt mujhe woh necklace do. Main tumhare ghar aa raha hun. Aur yeh baat kisi ko mat batana — na Mahnoor ko, na kisi aur ko.” Saba ne haan kaha aur apna address bheja. Ahmed ne bike start ki aur tez raftari se uske ghar ki taraf rawana hua. Raaste mein usne Dua ko phone karke khushkhabri di. Dua ki khushi ka koi thikana nahi tha. “Bhai, sach? Mil gaya? Tum… tum mere liye farishte ho.”

Saba ke ghar pahonch kar Ahmed ne necklace dekha — wohi bareek chain, wohi dil-numa pendant. Usne use apne haathon mein liya aur mehsoos kiya ke is chhoti si cheez ne kitni bari museebat khari ki thi. Usne Saba ko samjhaya ke “tum ne ghalti ki hai, lekin tum ne sach bata diya, is liye main kisi ko nahi bataunga. Lekin aayinda aisa mat karna.” Saba ne sharminda hokar maafi maangi. Ahmed necklace lekar ghar wapas aaya. Raaste mein usne socha ke ab woh Dua ko yeh necklace dega, aur Dua use wapas locker mein rakh degi, aur sab kuch normal ho jayega. Lekin uske dil mein ek aur khayal bhi tha — kya Dua ab uski mohabbat ko samjhegi? Kya yeh ehsaan uske dil ka darwaza kholega?

Ghar pahonch kar usne Dua ko store room mein bulaya aur necklace uske haath mein rakha. Dua ne use dekhte hi rona shuru kar diya — khushi ke aansu. “Bhai… tum ne… tum ne meri izzat bacha li,” usne kaha. Ahmed ne uske aansu ponchhe aur kaha, “Ab jaldi se isko locker mein wapas rakho. Mami dopahar ko kholne wali hain.” Dua ne necklace liya aur apne kamre mein chali gayi. Kuch der baad woh wapas aayi, uske chehre par sukoon tha. “Rakh diya,” usne kaha. “Bilkul waisi jagah jahan se nikala tha.” Dono ne ek dusre ko dekha aur halki si muskurahat ka tabadla hua. Lekin Ahmed ke dil mein ab bhi woh baat thi jo usne chhat par kahi thi, aur Dua ke dil mein us baat ka jawab tha jo usne abhi tak nahi diya tha.

Dopahar ko Surayya mami ne locker khola. Ahmed aur Dua dono ne saans rok kar dekha. Mami ne zewar check kiye, necklace ko uthaya, usko dekha, aur phir wapas rakh diya. Unke chehre par koi shak nahi tha. Dua ne Ahmed ki taraf dekha aur uski aankhon mein shukriya tha. Lekin usi waqt mami ne kaha, “Dua, tumhare chehre par aaj kal kuch ajeeb sa lag raha hai. Sab theek hai na?” Dua ne jhooti hansee ke saath kaha, “Ji mami, sab theek hai.” Mami ne usko gaur se dekha, lekin kuch nahi kaha. Maa ki nazar se kuch nahi chhupta, aur Surayya mami ek samajhdaar aurat thin.

Us shaam Ahmed ne Dua ko chhat par bulaya. “Dua, ab necklace ka masla hal ho gaya hai. Ab kya tum meri baat ka jawab dogi?” Dua ne neeche dekha. “Bhai, main… main nahi janti. Mujhe darr lagta hai. Humara rishta… yeh ghar… agar mami ko pata chal gaya to woh toot jayengi. Mamoo tumhe ghar se nikaal denge. Main yeh risk nahi le sakti.” Ahmed ne uske paas aakar kaha, “Dua, main tum se yeh nahi keh raha ke hum kal hi sab ko bata dein. Main sirf itna keh raha hun ke tum apne dil ki suno. Kya tumhare dil mein mere liye kuch nahi hai? Sach batao.” Dua khamosh rahi. Uski khamoshi hi uska jawab tha. Ahmed ne uska haath pakra, is dafa usne haath nahi khincha. “Main tumhe waqt dunga, Dua. Lekin main tumhe khona nahi chahta.”

Un dino ke baad ghar mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi. Dua Ahmed se katrati, lekin uski nazren usko dhoondti. Ahmed usko space deta, lekin har mauqe par uska khayal rakhta. Ek din Dua ki tabiyat kharab hui — use tez bukhar ho gaya. Ahmed ne poori raat uske sirhane baith kar uski patti ki. Surayya mami ne dekha aur unki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Ahmed beta, tum Dua ka itna khayal rakhte ho,” unhone kaha. Ahmed ne kaha, “Mami, Dua meri jaan hai.” Mami ne usko gaur se dekha, aur us waqt unke zehan mein kuch khayal aaya, lekin unhone kuch nahi kaha.

Dua ke theek hone ke baad ek raat woh Ahmed ke kamre mein aayi. “Bhai, mujhe tum se baat karni hai,” usne kaha. Ahmed ne use bithaya. Dua ne gehri saans li aur kaha, “Main ne bahut socha. Tum ne mere liye jo kiya, woh koi nahi karta. Necklace wale din se lekar meri beemari tak… tum hamesha mere saath the. Main… main bhi tum se mohabbat karti hun, bhai. Lekin mujhe darr lagta hai. Bahut darr lagta hai.” Ahmed ke dil mein khushi ki lehar daud gayi, lekin usne apne jazbaat ko control kiya. “Dua, darr ka matlab yeh nahi ke hum apne dil ko maar dein. Hum dheere dheere chalenge. Koi jaldi nahi hai. Bas ek dusre ka saath denge.” Dua ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur dheere se sar hilaya. Us raat unke darmiyan pehli baar ek naya rishta bana — ek aisa rishta jo bhai-behn se kahin aage tha, lekin abhi bhi naazuk tha, abhi bhi darr se ghira hua tha.

Us raat ke baad Ahmed aur Dua ke darmiyan ek khamosh samjhota ho gaya. Woh ab ek dusre se chhupte nahi the, lekin unhone apne jazbaat ko sab ke saamne zahir karne se bhi parhez kiya. Ghar mein sab kuch normal lagta tha — nashta, kaam, shaam ki chai — lekin un dono ke darmiyan ek nayi duniya ban gayi thi, jismein sirf woh dono the. Ahmed ne Dua ko university ke baad aksar apni bike par ghar lana shuru kiya. Raaste mein woh dono baatein karte — kabhi parhai ki, kabhi mustaqbil ki, kabhi apne khwabon ki. Dua ne ek din kaha, “Bhai, main teacher banna chahti hun. Bachon ko parhana chahti hun.” Ahmed ne muskurate hue kaha, “Tum bahut achhi teacher banogi. Tum mein sabar hai, mohabbat hai.” Dua ne uski taraf dekha aur kaha, “Aur tum? Tum kya banna chahte ho?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Main… main bas tumhare saath rehna chahta hun. Baaki sab baad mein.”

Ek shaam, jab woh dono chhat par baithe the, Dua ne Ahmed se pucha, “Bhai, tumhe yaad hai bachpan mein hum yahan khelte the? Tum mujhe taare ginna sikhate the.” Ahmed ne hanste hue kaha, “Haan, aur tum hamesha haar jati thin.” Dua ne usko halka sa dhakka diya. “Nahi haarti thi! Tum cheat karte the.” Dono hansne lage, aur us hansee mein bachpan ki masoomiyat bhi thi aur jawaani ki nayi khwahish bhi. Phir Dua ne sanjeeda hokar kaha, “Bhai, kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai ke hum ghalat kar rahe hain. Log… samaaj… yeh sab humare khilaaf hai.” Ahmed ne uska haath pakra. “Dua, samaaj ne kabhi kisi ki mohabbat ko samjha hai? Hum kisi ka bura nahi kar rahe. Hum sirf ek dusre se mohabbat karte hain. Aur mohabbat mein ghalat kuch nahi hota.” Dua ne uski baat suni, lekin uske chehre par ab bhi fikar thi. “Lekin mami… agar unko pata chal gaya?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Hum unko waqt par batayenge. Jab waqt sahi hoga. Abhi hum bas ek dusre ko samajhte hain, ek dusre ka saath dete hain.”

Isi dauran ghar mein ek aur kahani chal rahi thi — Shabbir mamoo aur Surayya mami ki kahani. Ahmed ne notice kiya tha ke dono ke darmiyan kuch dooriyan aa gayi thin. Shabbir mamoo kaam mein itne masroof the ke unke paas mami ke liye waqt nahi tha. Surayya mami aksar akeli baitheen nazar aatin. Ek raat Ahmed ne suna ke dono mein behas ho rahi thi. Mami keh rahi thin, “Tumhe ghar ki koi fikar nahi hai. Sirf kaam, kaam, kaam.” Mamoo ne kaha, “Main kaam tumhare liye hi to karta hun.” Mami ne jawab diya, “Mujhe tumhara kaam nahi, tum chahiye.” Ahmed ka dil bhar aaya. Usne socha ke shaadi ke itne saalon baad bhi mohabbat ko waqt chahiye hota hai, tawajja chahiye hoti hai. Usne faisla kiya ke woh mamoo se baat karega.

Agli subah Ahmed ne Shabbir mamoo ko nashtay par kaha, “Mamoo, aap aaj shaam ko jaldi ghar aa jayein. Mami ke saath kahin bahar jayein. Bahut din ho gaye aap dono ne saath waqt nahi guzara.” Mamoo ne hairat se usko dekha. “Tumhe kya ho gaya hai, Ahmed? Tum to mere personal advisor ban gaye ho.” Ahmed ne hanste hue kaha, “Mamoo, mami udaas hain. Unko aap ki zaroorat hai.” Mamoo ne socha aur phir sar hilaya. “Theek hai, aaj shaam ko main jaldi aa jaunga.” Us shaam Shabbir mamoo Surayya mami ko lekar bahar gaye — pehle ek achhe restaurant mein khana khaya, phir Rawalpindi ki sadkon par lambi drive ki. Ghar wapas aaye to dono ke chehron par muskurahat thi. Mami ne Ahmed ko dekha aur kaha, “Beta, tum ne aaj mera din bana diya.” Ahmed ne muskurate hue kaha, “Mami, aap khush hain to main khush hun.”

Us raat Dua Ahmed ke paas aayi aur kaha, “Bhai, tum ne mamoo mami ko khush kar diya. Tum sab ka itna khayal rakhte ho.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Kyunki yeh mera ghar hai, aur tum sab meri zindagi ho.” Dua ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur phir dheere se uske gaal par ek bosa diya. Yeh pehla bosa tha — halka, masoom, lekin dono ke dilon mein ek toofan utha gaya. Dua sharma kar bhaag gayi, aur Ahmed apne kamre mein akela khara reh gaya, apne gaal ko chhute hue. Usne mehsoos kiya ke uski mohabbat ab ek naye mor par thi. Dua ne pehla qadam uthaya tha, apni marzi se, apne dil se. Aur yahi woh jeet thi jiska usne intezar kiya tha — zabardasti nahi, dabao nahi, sirf mohabbat.

Lekin kahani abhi khatam nahi hui thi. Necklace ka masla hal ho gaya tha, lekin uski goonj abhi baqi thi. Ek din Surayya mami ne Dua ko bulaya aur kaha, “Beta, mujhe tum se ek baat puchni hai. Sach sach batana.” Dua ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. “Ji mami?” Mami ne usko gaur se dekha. “Woh necklace… jo locker mein hai… kya tum ne use kahin pehna tha?” Dua ke chehre ka rang ur gaya. Usne socha ke ab sab khatam ho gaya. Lekin phir mami ne muskurate hue kaha, “Daro mat. Main ne notice kiya tha ke chain mein ek halka sa nishaan hai, jaise woh kahin atki ho. Main bas puch rahi hun ke tum theek ho na? Kahin tumhe koi pareshani to nahi?” Dua ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Mami… main… mujhe maaf kar dein. Main ne… main ne necklace Mahnoor ki mangni mein pehna tha, bina bataye. Aur woh kho gaya tha. Ahmed bhai ne use dhund kar wapas laya. Mujhe darr tha ke aap naraaz hongi.” Mami ne use apne gale lagaya. “Pagal larki, itni si baat par itna darr? Main tum par naraaz kyun hongi? Tum meri beti ho. Lekin aayinda bina bataye kuch mat lena.” Dua ne rote hue kaha, “Wada karti hun, mami.”

Us raat Dua ne Ahmed ko sab bataya. Ahmed ne kaha, “Dekha? Mami itni samajhdaar hain. Tum bekaar mein darti thin.” Dua ne kaha, “Bhai, mami ne mujhe maaf kar diya. Ab mere dil par koi bojh nahi hai.” Ahmed ne uska haath pakra. “To ab kya tum mere saath poori tarah ho?” Dua ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur kaha, “Haan, bhai. Ab main poori tarah tumhari hun. Darr khatam. Ab sirf mohabbat hai.” Aur us raat unhone pehli baar ek dusre ko gale lagaya — ek aisa gale lagana jo sirf jismani nahi tha, balki do roohon ka milan tha. Ahmed ne Dua ke maathe par bosa diya, aur Dua ne apna sar uske seene par rakh diya. Dono der tak aise hi khare rahe, aur unke dilon ki dhadkanen ek ho gayin.

Un dino ke baad Ahmed aur Dua ki duniya badal gayi. Woh ab ek dusre se chhupte nahi the, lekin unhone apni mohabbat ko ghar walon se abhi chhupaye rakha. Har subah Ahmed Dua ko university chhorne jata, aur raaste mein woh dono apne mustaqbil ke khwab dekhte. Dua kehti, “Bhai, jab main teacher ban jaungi, to hum apna ek chhota sa ghar lenge. Jahan koi darr nahi hoga, koi rok nahi hogi.” Ahmed kehta, “Haan, aur us ghar mein sirf hum dono honge, aur humari mohabbat.” Dua sharma jati, lekin uski aankhon mein khushi hoti.

Ek din Ahmed ne Dua ko Rawalpindi ke ek khubsurat park mein le gaya. Wahan daraakhton ke saaye mein woh dono baithe aur der tak baatein karte rahe. Ahmed ne Dua ke haathon ko apne haathon mein liya aur kaha, “Dua, tum janti ho ke main ne tum se pehli baar kab mohabbat ki thi?” Dua ne pucha, “Kab?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Jab tum chhoti si thin, aur tum ne mere liye apne haathon se ek card banaya tha mere birthday par. Us card par tum ne likha tha ke ‘bhai, tum duniya ke sab se achhe bhai ho.’ Us din maine socha tha ke main tumhe kabhi dukh nahi pahunchunga. Aur phir dheere dheere woh ehsaas mohabbat mein badal gaya.” Dua ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Bhai, tum ne itne saal tak yeh baat chhupayi? Kitna dard saha hoga tum ne.” Ahmed ne uske aansu ponchhe. “Mohabbat mein dard bhi khubsurat hota hai, Dua. Kyunki woh dard tumhare liye tha.”

Phir ek din aisa aaya jo un dono ki zindagi ka sab se khubsurat din tha. Ahmed ne Dua ko kaha ke “aaj shaam ko tayyar rehna, main tumhe kahin le jaunga.” Dua ne apna sab se achha suit pehna — ek halke gulabi rang ka suit, jismein woh chaand ki tarah lag rahi thi. Ahmed use apni bike par bithakar Rawalpindi se bahar ek khubsurat jagah le gaya, jahan pahariyon ke darmiyan ek chhota sa darya behta tha. Wahan suraj doob raha tha, aur aasman laal aur sunehre rangon mein ranga hua tha. Dono darya ke kinare baithe aur suraj ko doobte hue dekha. Ahmed ne Dua ka haath pakra aur kaha, “Dua, aaj main tum se ek wada chahta hun. Wada karo ke tum hamesha mere saath rahogi, chahe kuch bhi ho jaye.” Dua ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur kaha, “Wada karti hun, bhai. Main hamesha tumhare saath rahungi.”

Us shaam, jab woh ghar wapas aaye, to unke darmiyan ki dooriyan bilkul khatam ho chuki thin. Raat ko, jab sab so gaye, Dua Ahmed ke kamre mein aayi. Woh darwaze par khari thi, uski aankhon mein ek nayi chamak thi. “Bhai,” usne dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “kya main andar aa sakti hun?” Ahmed ne use andar bulaya aur darwaza band kiya. Dono bistar par baithe aur ek dusre ko dekhte rahe. Hawa mein ek ajeeb si kashish thi. Ahmed ne Dua ke chehre ko apne haathon mein liya aur uski aankhon mein dekha. “Dua, kya tum tayyar ho?” usne pucha. Dua ne dheere se sar hilaya. “Haan, bhai. Main tayyar hun. Main ne bahut socha hai, aur mera dil kehta hai ke yeh sahi hai.”

Ahmed ne dheere se Dua ke honthon par apne honth rakhe. Pehla bosa halka tha, jaise pankhuri ka chhuna. Lekin phir woh gehra hota gaya. Dua ne apni aankhen band kar lin aur Ahmed ke gale mein apne haath daal diye. Unke jism ek dusre se chipak gaye, aur unke dilon ki dhadkanen tez ho gayin. Ahmed ne Dua ki gardan par bosa diya, aur woh kaanp uthi. Usne uske kaan mein sargoshi ki, “Dua, tum itni khubsurat ho.” Dua ne sharmate hue kaha, “Bhai, mujhe darr lag raha hai.” Ahmed ne use tasalli di, “Daro mat, main hun na. Main tumhe kabhi dukh nahi pahunchunga.”

Ahmed ne dheere se Dua ke suit ke button kholne shuru kiye. Har button ke saath Dua ki saans tez hoti gayi. Jab uska suit utra, to Ahmed ne dekha ke uske andar ek safed rang ki kameez thi, jo uske jism se chipki hui thi. Usne usko bhi dheere se utaara. Ab Dua sirf apne undergarments mein thi. Ahmed ki nazren uske jism par theher gayin. Dua ka jism ek khubsurat moorti ki tarah tha — gora, narm, aur naazuk. Uske seenay ke ubhaar uske bra mein qaid the, lekin unki golai saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Ahmed ne apne haathon se uske kandhon ko sehlaya, aur Dua ne apni aankhen band kar lin. Usne mehsoos kiya ke Ahmed ke haath uske jism par ek aag laga rahe the.

Ahmed ne Dua ke bra ka hook khola, aur uske seenay ke ubhaar azaad ho gaye. Woh gol, narm, aur khubsurat the, unke upar gulabi rang ke nippal the jo sakht ho rahe the. Ahmed ne unko apne haathon mein liya aur dheere se dabana shuru kiya. Dua ne ek gehri saans li aur uske munh se ek halki si cheekh nikli. “Bhai…” usne kaha, lekin uski aawaz mein dard nahi, maza tha. Ahmed ne uske ek nippal ko apne munh mein liya aur use chusna shuru kiya. Dua ne apne haathon se Ahmed ke baalon ko pakra aur usko apne seenay se lagaye rakha. Uske jism mein ek ajeeb si lehar daud gayi, jaise bijli ka jhatka.

Phir Ahmed ne Dua ki shalwar ka naara khola aur use neeche sarakaya. Ab Dua poori tarah nangi thi. Ahmed ne uske jism ko dekha — uski lambi taangein, uska chapta pet, aur uski taangon ke darmiyan woh khubsurat jagah jo abhi tak kisi ne nahi dekhi thi. Usne apne haathon se Dua ki taangon ko khola aur uski phudi ko dekha. Woh gulabi, narm, aur geeli thi. Ahmed ne apni ungli se usko chhua, aur Dua kaanp uthi. “Bhai, yeh… yeh kya ho raha hai?” usne pucha. Ahmed ne kaha, “Yeh mohabbat hai, Dua. Tumhara jism mujhe chahta hai, aur mera jism tumhe chahta hai.” Usne apni ungli ko Dua ki phudi ke andar dala, aur Dua ne zor se saans li. Uske andar ek geelapan tha jo barhta ja raha tha.

Ahmed ne apne kapre utaare. Uska lund ab poori tarah sakht tha, lamba aur mota. Dua ne use dekha aur sharma gayi, lekin uski nazren wahan se hat nahi rahi thin. Ahmed ne usko apne paas khincha aur uske honthon par phir se bosa diya. Phir usne Dua ko bistar par litaya aur uske upar aaya. Usne apne lund ko Dua ki phudi ke munh par rakha aur dheere se dabao dala. Dua ne dard se cheekhna chaha, lekin Ahmed ne uske honthon par apne honth rakh diye. “Thoda dard hoga, lekin phir maza aayega,” usne sargoshi ki. Usne zor lagaya, aur uska lund Dua ki phudi ke andar chala gaya. Dua ki aankhon se aansu behne lage, lekin woh Ahmed se lipat gayi. “Bhai, main tumhari hun,” usne kaha. “Poori tarah tumhari.”

Ahmed ne dheere dheere apne lund ko andar bahar karna shuru kiya. Pehle dheere, phir tez. Dua ka dard dheere dheere maze mein badal gaya. Usne apni taangon se Ahmed ki kamar ko jakar liya aur uske saath apne jism ko hilane lagi. Unke jismon se paseena behne laga, aur kamre mein unki saanson ki awaz goonjne lagi. “Bhai, aur tez…” Dua ne kaha, aur Ahmed ne apni raftaar barha di. Dua ki phudi se geelapan beh raha tha, aur Ahmed ka lund usmein aasani se phisal raha tha. Dono ek dusre mein kho gaye. Ahmed ne Dua ke seenay ko apne haathon se pakra aur uske nippalon ko masalna shuru kiya, jabke uska lund uski phudi mein tez raftari se andar bahar ho raha tha.

Achanak Dua ke jism mein ek tez lehar daudi. Usne zor se Ahmed ko pakra aur uska jism kaanpne laga. “Bhai, main… main…” usne kaha, aur phir uske munh se ek lambi cheekh nikli. Woh apne pehle orgasm ko pahonch gayi thi. Uske jism se ek garm lehar nikli, aur woh bistar par dher ho gayi. Ahmed ne bhi apni raftaar barhayi, aur kuch der baad uske lund se mani ka sailaab nikla, jo Dua ki phudi mein bhar gaya. Dono ek dusre se lipat gaye, paseene mein bhege hue, haanpte hue. Ahmed ne Dua ke maathe par bosa diya. “Dua, tum meri ho gayi,” usne kaha. Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Haan bhai, main hamesha ke liye tumhari ho gayi.”

Us raat ke baad Ahmed aur Dua ke darmiyan sab kuch badal gaya. Woh ab sirf dil se nahi, jism se bhi ek ho gaye the. Lekin unhone apne rishte ko abhi bhi duniya se chhupaye rakha, kyunki woh jante the ke waqt abhi nahi aaya tha. Subah jab Dua Ahmed ke kamre se nikli, to uske chehre par ek nayi roshni thi. Usne Ahmed ki taraf dekha aur sharma kar neeche chali gayi. Ahmed ne apne bistar par dekha — wahan Dua ki khushbu abhi bhi thi, aur usko mehsoos hua ke uski zindagi ka sab se khubsurat safar shuru ho gaya hai.

Dino guzarte gaye, aur unki mohabbat gehra hoti gayi. Har raat, jab ghar ke sab so jate, Dua Ahmed ke kamre mein aati, aur woh dono ek dusre mein kho jate. Har raat nayi thi, har raat mein naya maza tha. Ahmed ne Dua ke jism ke har hisse ko chhua, har jagah ko bosa diya. Usne uske seenay ke ubhaaron ko apne munh mein liya, uski gardan par apne daant gaare, uski kamar ko apne haathon se sehlaya. Dua bhi ab sharmati nahi thi — woh khud Ahmed ke jism ko chhuti, uske seenay par apne honth rakhti, uske lund ko apne haathon mein lekar use sehlati. Unke darmiyan ki har deewar gir gayi thi.

Ek raat Ahmed ne Dua ko kaha, “Dua, aaj main tumhe ek nayi cheez sikhata hun.” Dua ne pucha, “Kya?” Ahmed ne use bistar par bithaya aur khud uske saamne ghutnon par baith gaya. Usne Dua ki taangon ko khola aur uski phudi ko apne munh ke qareeb laya. Dua ne hairat se kaha, “Bhai, yeh kya kar rahe ho?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Tumhe maza dunga.” Usne apni zabaan se Dua ki phudi ko chaatna shuru kiya. Pehle dheere, phir tez. Dua ke jism mein ek ajeeb si current daud gayi. Usne apne haathon se bistar ki chaadar pakri aur zor se bhinch li. “Bhai… oh bhai…” uske munh se nikalta raha. Ahmed ne apni zabaan ko uski phudi ke andar dala aur use tez tez hilane laga. Dua ka jism kaanpne laga, aur phir woh ek zabardast orgasm ko pahonch gayi. Uske jism se geelapan beh nikla, aur woh bistar par gir gayi, haanpti hui.

Phir Dua ne kaha, “Bhai, ab meri baari.” Usne Ahmed ko bistar par litaya aur uske lund ko apne haathon mein liya. Woh use dekh kar muskurayi aur phir usko apne munh mein le liya. Ahmed ne ek gehri saans li. Dua ne uske lund ko chusna shuru kiya — pehle dheere, phir tez. Usne apni zabaan se uske top ko sehlaya, aur Ahmed ke jism mein ek aag lag gayi. “Dua… tum… tum kamaal ho,” usne kaha. Dua ne apni raftaar barhayi, aur Ahmed ka lund uske munh mein aur sakht hota gaya. Kuch der baad Ahmed ne kaha, “Dua, main aane wala hun,” lekin Dua nahi ruki. Usne use aur tez chusa, aur phir Ahmed ke lund se mani nikli, jo Dua ke munh mein bhar gayi. Dua ne use nigal liya aur muskurate hue kaha, “Bhai, tumhara har qatra mera hai.”

Un raaton mein woh dono ek dusre ko naye naye tareeqon se khush karte. Kabhi Ahmed Dua ko peeche se pakarta, uski kamar ko apne haathon se pakad kar uske andar apna lund dalta. Dua aage jhuk jati, aur Ahmed uske seenay ko peeche se pakad kar tez tez dhakke lagata. Dua ki cheekhen kamre mein goonjti thin, lekin woh dono itne ehtiyaat karte ke koi sun na le. Kabhi Dua Ahmed ke upar aati, uske lund par baith kar khud upar neeche hoti. Uske seenay ke ubhaar uchhalte, aur Ahmed unko apne haathon se pakad kar masalta. Har position mein naya maza tha, har raat mein nayi kahani thi.

Lekin in sab ke bawajood, unke dilon mein ek darr abhi bhi tha — duniya ka darr. Ek din Dua ne Ahmed se kaha, “Bhai, hum kab tak aise chhupte rahenge? Mujhe lagta hai ke humain mami ko bata dena chahiye.” Ahmed ne socha aur kaha, “Tum sahi kehti ho. Lekin sahi waqt ka intezar karna parega. Mami abhi necklace wale waqiye se ubhri hain. Unko thoda waqt do.” Dua ne sar hilaya, lekin uski aankhon mein bechaini thi. “Bhai, mujhe darr lagta hai ke agar unko kisi aur se pata chal gaya to?” Ahmed ne use gale lagaya. “Kisi ko nahi pata chalega. Hum ehtiyaat karte hain.”

Isi dauran Shabbir mamoo aur Surayya mami ke darmiyan ki mohabbat bhi naye siray se khil rahi thi. Ahmed ki salah par mamoo ne mami ko waqt dena shuru kiya tha. Dono aksar shaam ko saath sair par jate, aur ghar mein unki hansee ki awaz sunayi deti. Ek din mami ne Ahmed se kaha, “Beta, tum ne hamari zindagi mein khushiyan wapas la di hain.” Ahmed ne muskurate hue kaha, “Mami, aap dono ki khushi hi meri khushi hai.” Mami ne uske sar par haath phera aur kaha, “Allah tumhe hamesha khush rakhe.”

Ek raat, jab Ahmed aur Dua chhat par baithe the, Dua ne kaha, “Bhai, main ne ek faisla kiya hai. Main mami ko hamare baare mein bataungi. Akele mein. Aur main unse kahungi ke woh mamoo ko samjhayein.” Ahmed ne hairat se usko dekha. “Dua, kya tumhe yaqeen hai? Yeh bahut bara qadam hai.” Dua ne uski aankhon mein dekha. “Haan, bhai. Main ne bahut socha hai. Hum ghalat nahi kar rahe. Aur mami samajhdaar hain. Woh hamari mohabbat ko samjhengi. Mujhe un par bharosa hai.” Ahmed ne uska haath pakra. “Theek hai. Lekin main tumhare saath rahunga. Hum dono milkar unse baat karenge.” Dua ne sar hilaya, aur uski aankhon mein ek naya hosla tha.

Agli shaam, jab Shabbir mamoo apne dost ke ghar gaye hue the, Ahmed aur Dua ne Surayya mami ko drawing room mein bithaya. Mami ne dono ke chehron par sanjeedgi dekhi aur pucha, “Kya baat hai? Tum dono itne pareshan kyun lag rahe ho?” Dua ne Ahmed ki taraf dekha, aur Ahmed ne uska haath pakra. Phir Dua ne gehri saans li aur kaha, “Mami, humain aap se ek bahut zaroori baat karni hai. Please pehle poori baat sun lena, phir faisla karna.” Mami ne sar hilaya. “Kaho, beta.”

Dua ne shuru se aakhir tak sab kuch bata diya — Ahmed ki mohabbat, uska pehle inkaar, phir dheere dheere uska maan jana, aur ab un dono ka ek dusre se poori tarah mohabbat karna. Woh bolti rahi, aur uski aankhon se aansu behte rahe. Ahmed ne bhi apne dil ki baat kahi — ke usne Dua se saalon se mohabbat ki thi, lekin usne kabhi zabardasti nahi ki, kabhi dabao nahi dala. “Mami,” usne kaha, “main ne Dua ko waqt diya. Usne apni marzi se haan kaha. Hum dono ek dusre se sacchi mohabbat karte hain, aur hum chahte hain ke aap hamari is mohabbat ko qabool karein.”

Surayya mami der tak khamosh baitheen rahin. Unke chehre par kai jazbaat aaye aur gaye — hairat, darr, fikar, aur phir kuch narmi. Aakhir mein unhone gehri saans li aur kaha, “Tum dono ne mujhe bahut bara jhatka diya hai. Main ne kabhi socha nahi tha ke… ke tum dono…” Woh ruk gayin. Dua ne rote hue kaha, “Mami, mujhe maaf kar dein. Main janti hun yeh aasaan nahi hai. Lekin main Ahmed ke baghair nahi reh sakti.” Mami ne use apne paas khincha aur gale lagaya. “Chup ho jao, beta. Rona band karo.” Phir unhone Ahmed ki taraf dekha. “Ahmed, tum mere bete jaise ho. Main ne tumhe apne haathon se pala hai. Tum par mujhe poora bharosa hai. Lekin yeh rasta aasaan nahi hai. Samaaj, rishtedaar… sab tumhare khilaaf honge.”

Ahmed ne kaha, “Mami, main janta hun. Lekin main Dua ka saath kabhi nahi chhorunga. Aur main wada karta hun ke main use hamesha khush rakhunga.” Mami ne der tak socha, aur phir unhone kaha, “Theek hai. Main tum dono ki mohabbat ko samajhti hun. Lekin ek shart hai — tum dono ko sabar karna parega. Dua ki parhai poori hone do. Phir hum mamoo se baat karenge, aur phir nikaah ki baat karenge. Tab tak yeh baat hum teenon ke darmiyan rahegi.” Dua aur Ahmed ke chehron par khushi ki lehar daud gayi. Dua ne mami ko zor se gale lagaya. “Mami, aap duniya ki sab se achhi mami hain.” Mami ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aur tum duniya ki sab se ziddi beti ho.”

Us raat Ahmed aur Dua ki khushi ka koi thikana nahi tha. Woh dono chhat par gaye aur taaron ke neeche baithe. “Bhai, mami ne maan liya,” Dua ne kaha, uski aankhon mein chamak thi. Ahmed ne use apne gale lagaya. “Haan, Dua. Ab humari mohabbat ko koi rok nahi sakta.” Us raat unhone apne kamre mein ek dusre se aisi mohabbat ki jo pehle se kahin zyada gehra thi. Ab unke darmiyan koi darr nahi tha, koi sharam nahi thi — sirf khuli mohabbat thi.

Ahmed ne Dua ko bistar par litaya aur uske jism ke har hisse ko bosa diya — uske maathe se lekar uske paon tak. Usne uski taangon ko khola aur uski phudi ko apne honthon se chuma. Dua ne apni aankhen band kar lin aur maza lene lagi. Ahmed ne apni zabaan se uski phudi ke andar tak ka safar kiya, aur Dua ki cheekhen nikalne lagin. “Bhai… aur… aur…” woh kehti rahi. Ahmed ne uske clitoris ko apne daanton se halka sa kaata, aur Dua ka jism tez kaanpne laga. Woh ek zabardast orgasm ko pahonch gayi, aur uske jism se geelapan beh nikla.

Phir Ahmed ne apna lund Dua ki phudi mein dala. Is dafa woh dheere nahi tha — woh tez tha, jazbaati tha. Usne Dua ki taangon ko apne kandhon par rakha aur zor zor se dhakke lagane laga. Dua ki phudi se awazen aane lagin, aur unke jismon ke takrane ki awaz kamre mein goonjti rahi. “Bhai, tum mere andar ho… poori tarah…” Dua ne kaha. Ahmed ne uske seenay ko pakra aur uske nippalon ko masalte hue kaha, “Haan Dua, main tumhare andar hun, aur hamesha rahunga.” Dono ek dusre mein itne kho gaye ke unhe waqt ka ehsaas nahi raha. Aakhir mein dono ek saath apne urooj ko pahonche, aur unke jism ek dusre se lipat gaye.

Uske baad woh dono ek dusre ki baahon mein lete rahe. Dua ne Ahmed ke seene par apna sar rakha aur kaha, “Bhai, kya tumhe lagta hai ke mamoo bhi maan jayenge?” Ahmed ne uske baalon mein haath pherte hue kaha, “Mami unko samjha dengi. Aur waise bhi, humare paas waqt hai. Dua ki parhai poori hone mein abhi do saal hain. Tab tak sab theek ho jayega.” Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Do saal… itna lamba intezar?” Ahmed ne hanste hue kaha, “Mohabbat mein intezar bhi khubsurat hota hai.” Dua ne uske seene par halka sa mukka maara. “Philosopher ban gaye ho.”

Dino guzarte gaye, aur ghar mein ek nayi khushi chha gayi. Surayya mami ab Ahmed aur Dua ke rishte ko janti thin, aur woh dono ka khayal aur bhi zyada rakhne lagi thin. Woh aksar Dua ko kehti thin, “Beta, parhai par dhyaan do. Tumhara mustaqbil tumhare haath mein hai.” Aur Ahmed se kehti thin, “Beta, tum bhi apni degree poori karo. Achhi naukri lo. Phir main khud tum dono ka nikaah karwaungi.” Ahmed aur Dua dono mehnat karne lage. Ahmed ne apni parhai mein aur zyada lagan dikhayi, aur Dua ne bhi apne exams mein achhe number liye.

Ek din Shabbir mamoo ne Ahmed ko apne paas bulaya. “Ahmed beta,” unhone kaha, “tumhare liye ek khushkhabri hai. Mere ek dost ki company mein ek achhi job nikli hai. Maine tumhara naam recommend kiya hai. Kal interview hai.” Ahmed ki khushi ka koi thikana nahi tha. Usne mamoo ke paon chhuye aur kaha, “Mamoo, aap ne mere liye itna kuch kiya hai. Main aap ka ehsaan kabhi nahi bhoolunga.” Mamoo ne uske sar par haath phera. “Tum mere bete jaise ho, Ahmed. Tumhari kamyabi hi meri khushi hai.” Us waqt Ahmed ke dil mein ek ajeeb si sharam bhi thi — woh mamoo se ek bahut bara raaz chhupa raha tha. Lekin usne apne dil mein kaha ke jab waqt aayega, woh khud mamoo se baat karega, mard ki tarah.

Interview ke din Ahmed ne apna sab se achha suit pehna. Dua ne uski tie theek ki aur kaha, “Bhai, tum bahut handsome lag rahe ho. Job to pakki.” Ahmed ne hanste hue kaha, “Tumhari dua saath hai to sab kuch pakka.” Interview bahut achha gaya, aur do din baad usko job mil gayi — ek achhi company mein, achhi salary par. Ghar mein khushi ki lehar daud gayi. Mami ne meetha banaya, mamoo ne sab ko bahar khana khilaya. Dua ne Ahmed ko akele mein gale lagaya aur kaha, “Bhai, mujhe tum par fakhar hai.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Yeh sab tumhari duaon ka nateeja hai.”

Job milne ke baad Ahmed ne apni pehli salary se ek tohfa khareeda — Dua ke liye ek chhota sa gold pendant, dil ki shakal ka, bilkul us necklace ke pendant jaisa jo is kahani ki shuruaat tha. Usne woh pendant Dua ko diya aur kaha, “Yeh us necklace ki yaad mein hai, jisne humain milaya.” Dua ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Bhai, tum ne us buri yaad ko itni khubsurat bana diya.” Usne woh pendant apne gale mein pehna, aur Ahmed ne usko peeche se band kiya. Us waqt unke jism ek dusre se chipak gaye, aur dono ke dilon mein ek nayi aag lagi.

Us raat unhone apni mohabbat ka ek naya jashn manaya. Ahmed ne Dua ko apne kamre mein bulaya aur darwaza band kiya. Usne Dua ko bistar par bithaya aur uske saamne ghutnon par baith gaya. “Dua,” usne kaha, “aaj main tumhe batana chahta hun ke tum meri zindagi ho. Tumhare baghair main kuch nahi.” Dua ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya. “Aur tum meri zindagi ho, bhai.” Ahmed ne dheere se uske kapre utaarne shuru kiye. Har kapre ke saath Dua ka jism aur zyada khubsurat lagne laga. Jab woh poori tarah nangi ho gayi, to Ahmed ne use bistar par litaya aur khud bhi nanga ho gaya.

Usne Dua ki taangon ko khola aur apne lund ko uski phudi ke munh par rakha. “Dua, aaj main tumhe poori tarah apna banaunga,” usne kaha. Usne zor lagaya aur apna lund uske andar dal diya. Dua ne ek gehri saans li. Ahmed ne dheere dheere apni raftaar barhayi. Usne Dua ke seenay ke ubhaaron ko apne munh mein liya aur unko chusna shuru kiya, jabke uska lund uski phudi mein andar bahar ho raha tha. Dua ne apni taangon se uski kamar ko jakra aur uske saath apne jism ko hilane lagi. “Bhai, tum itne andar ho… mujhe… mujhe bahut maza aa raha hai…” woh kehti rahi.

Phir Ahmed ne Dua ko palta diya. Ab Dua pet ke bal leti thi, aur Ahmed uske upar tha. Usne peeche se apna lund uski phudi mein dala aur tez tez dhakke lagane laga. Dua ne takiye mein apna munh chhupaya, lekin uski cheekhen phir bhi sunayi de rahi thin. Ahmed ne uski kamar ko pakra aur usko apni taraf khincha, taake uska lund aur gehra jaye. “Dua, tumhari phudi itni tight hai… itni garam…” usne kaha. Dua ne jawab diya, “Bhai, tumhara lund… woh mujhe… pagal kar raha hai…” Dono ke jism paseene mein bheeg gaye, aur unki saansen tez ho gayin.

Achanak Ahmed ne apna lund bahar nikala aur Dua ko seedha kiya. Usne use apni god mein bithaya, taake woh uske lund par baith sake. Dua ne apne haathon se uske kandhon ko pakra aur dheere se neeche aayi. Uska jism Ahmed ke lund par phisalta gaya, jab tak woh poori tarah uske andar nahi chala gaya. Ab Dua khud upar neeche hone lagi. Uske seenay ke ubhaar uchhalne lage, aur Ahmed ne unko apne haathon se pakar liya. “Haan Dua… aise hi… tum bahut achhi ho…” usne kaha. Dua ki raftaar tez hoti gayi, aur phir woh ek zabardast orgasm ko pahonch gayi. Uske jism se ek garm lehar nikli, aur woh Ahmed ke seene par gir gayi. Ahmed ne bhi usi waqt apni mani uske andar chhor di. Dono ek dusre se lipat gaye, haanpte hue, khushiyon se bhare hue.

Waqt guzarta gaya, aur Ahmed aur Dua ki mohabbat aur gehra hoti gayi. Dua ne apni graduation poori kar li, aur Ahmed apni job mein taraqqi kar raha tha. Ghar mein sab khush the, lekin ek raaz abhi bhi tha — Shabbir mamoo ko abhi tak kuch nahi pata tha. Surayya mami ne kai baar koshish ki ke woh mamoo se baat karein, lekin sahi mauqa nahi mil raha tha. Mamoo kaam mein masroof the, aur mami ko darr tha ke kahin woh gusse mein koi ghalat faisla na kar lein.

Phir ek din aisa hua jo sab kuch badal gaya. Shabbir mamoo jaldi ghar aa gaye, aur unhone Ahmed aur Dua ko chhat par ek dusre ke bahut qareeb dekha. Woh dono haath mein haath diye baithe the, aur Dua ka sar Ahmed ke kandhe par tha. Mamoo ke chehre ka rang badal gaya. Woh zor se bole, “Yeh kya ho raha hai?” Dono chaunk gaye aur alag ho gaye. Dua ke chehre par darr tha, aur Ahmed ke chehre par sharam. Mamoo neeche aaye aur drawing room mein baithe. “Dono andar aao,” unhone sakht aawaz mein kaha.

Drawing room mein ek bhayanak khamoshi thi. Surayya mami bhi wahan aa gayin, aur unhone mamoo ko dekha. “Kya hua?” unhone pucha. Mamoo ne kaha, “Tumhare bete aur beti chhat par… woh…” Woh apna jumla poora nahi kar sake. Mami ne gehri saans li. Woh janti thin ke ab waqt aa gaya tha. “Shabbir,” unhone kaha, “pehle gussa mat karo. Baitho aur poori baat suno.” Mamoo baithe, lekin unke chehre par gussa saaf tha. Mami ne shuru se aakhir tak sab kuch bata diya — Ahmed ki mohabbat, Dua ka pehle inkaar, phir uska apni marzi se haan kehna, aur un dono ka ek dusre se saccha pyaar. “Main ne in dono ko apni dua di hai,” mami ne kaha. “Kyunki main ne dekha hai ke inki mohabbat sacchi hai.”

Mamoo der tak khamosh rahe. Phir unhone Ahmed ki taraf dekha. “Ahmed,” unhone kaha, “kya yeh sach hai? Tum ne meri beti se…?” Ahmed ne sar jhukaye hue kaha, “Ji mamoo, sach hai. Lekin main ne Dua par kabhi zabardasti nahi ki. Usne apni marzi se mujhe qabool kiya. Aur main wada karta hun ke main use hamesha khush rakhunga.” Mamoo ne Dua ki taraf dekha. “Aur tum, Dua? Tumhe koi majboori to nahi thi?” Dua ne rote hue kaha, “Nahi abbu, koi majboori nahi thi. Main Ahmed bhai se sacchi mohabbat karti hun. Unhone mere liye… necklace wale din se lekar aaj tak… hamesha mera saath diya hai.” Mamoo ne hairat se pucha, “Necklace wala din? Kaun sa din?” Mami ne muskurate hue kaha, “Woh ek lambi kahani hai, phir kabhi bataungi.”

Mamoo ne gehri saans li aur khare ho gaye. Woh kamre mein idhar udhar chalne lage. Sab ki saansen ruki hui thin. Aakhir mein woh ruke aur Ahmed ke paas aaye. Unhone uske kandhe par haath rakha aur kaha, “Ahmed, main ne tumhe apne bete ki tarah pala hai. Tum par mujhe fakhar hai. Lekin yeh faisla… yeh bahut bara faisla hai.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Mamoo, main janta hun. Lekin mera dil Dua ke liye dhadakta hai, aur main use kabhi dukh nahi pahunchunga.” Mamoo ne Dua ki taraf dekha. “Aur tum, meri beti? Tum khush ho?” Dua ne aansu ponchhte hue kaha, “Ji abbu, bahut khush.” Mamoo ne dono ko apne gale lagaya. “To phir main bhi khush hun. Allah tum dono ko hamesha khush rakhe.”

Us raat ghar mein ek nayi khushi thi. Mamoo ne ailan kiya ke “ab hum Ahmed aur Dua ka nikaah karenge.” Mami ne khushi se taaliyan bajayeen. Dua ne Ahmed ko dekha, aur dono ki aankhon mein aansu the — khushi ke aansu. Ahmed ne mamoo ke paon chhuye aur kaha, “Mamoo, aap ne mujhe zindagi di hai, aur aaj aap ne mujhe meri mohabbat di hai. Main aap ka ehsaan kabhi nahi bhoolunga.” Mamoo ne usko uthaya aur gale lagaya. “Beta, tum ne meri beti ka dil jeeta hai. Ab tumhe uska saath nibhana hai.”

Nikaah ki tayyariyan shuru ho gayin. Ghar mein ronaq lag gayi. Rishtedaaron ko dawat di gayi, aur sab ne is rishte ko khushi se qabool kiya. Kuch logon ne sawal uthaye — ke cousin ka rishta… lekin mamoo ne sakhti se kaha, “Meri beti ki khushi se barh kar kuch nahi.” Aur sab khamosh ho gaye. Dua ne apne nikaah ke liye ek khubsurat laal jora silwaya, aur Ahmed ne ek naya sherwani liya. Nikaah ka din qareeb aa raha tha, aur dono ke dilon mein ek nayi bechaini thi — khushi aur intezar ka mila jula ehsaas.

Nikaah se ek raat pehle, Ahmed Dua ke paas aaya. “Dua,” usne kaha, “kal hum hamesha ke liye ek ho jayenge.” Dua ne sharmate hue kaha, “Bhai… ab to tum mere shohar banne wale ho.” Ahmed ne hanste hue kaha, “Haan, lekin tum hamesha meri Dua rahogi.” Us raat unhone ek dusre se aisi mohabbat ki jo unki aakhri kunwari raat thi. Ahmed ne Dua ke jism ko apne honthon se chuma, uske har hisse ko pyaar diya. Dua ne bhi usko poori tarah apnaya. Unke jism ek dusre mein itne kho gaye ke unhe duniya ka koi hosh nahi raha. Woh raat unki mohabbat ki sab se khubsurat raat thi.

Nikaah ka din aakhir aa gaya. Subah se hi ghar mein halchal thi. Dua apne kamre mein tayyar ho rahi thi — uska laal jora, uske haathon mein mehndi, uske gale mein wohi pendant jo Ahmed ne use diya tha. Surayya mami usko tayyar kar rahi thin, aur unki aankhon mein aansu the. “Beta, aaj tum dulhan ban rahi ho,” unhone kaha. “Allah tumhe hamesha khush rakhe.” Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Mami, aap ne mujhe himmat di, aap ne meri mohabbat ko samjha. Main aap ki shukrguzaar hun.”

Ahmed bhi apne kamre mein tayyar ho raha tha. Usne sherwani pehni, aur aayine mein khud ko dekha. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si khushi thi — aaj woh apni mohabbat ko hamesha ke liye apna banane ja raha tha. Shabbir mamoo uske paas aaye aur uske kandhe par haath rakha. “Beta, aaj se tum meri beti ke zimmedaar ho. Uska khayal rakhna.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Mamoo, main apni jaan se zyada uska khayal rakhunga.”

Nikaah ki taqreeb ghar ke aangan mein hui. Qazi sahab aaye, aur nikaah parhaya gaya. Jab Dua ne “qabool hai” kaha, to Ahmed ke dil mein ek toofan utha. Usne bhi “qabool hai” kaha, aur us waqt un dono ki aankhen milin. Un aankhon mein saalon ki mohabbat, intezar, aur khushi thi. Sab ne mubarakbad di, meetha khilaya gaya, aur duaen di gayin. Shaam ko rukhsati hui — Dua apne hi ghar mein, Ahmed ke kamre mein aayi, jo ab un dono ka kamra tha. Mami ne usko kamre tak chhora aur kaha, “Beta, ab yeh tumhara ghar hai.” Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Mami, yeh to hamesha se mera ghar tha.”

Raat ko, jab sab mehmaan chale gaye, Ahmed apne kamre mein aaya. Dua bistar par baithi thi, uska ghoonghat uske chehre par tha. Ahmed ne dheere se uska ghoonghat uthaya. Dua ka chehra chaand ki tarah chamak raha tha. “Dua,” usne kaha, “aaj se tum meri biwi ho.” Dua ne sharmate hue kaha, “Aur tum mere shohar.” Ahmed ne uske maathe par bosa diya aur phir uske paas baith gaya. Dono der tak ek dusre ko dekhte rahe. Phir Ahmed ne kaha, “Dua, aaj ki raat humari mohabbat ki sab se khaas raat hai. Main chahta hun ke yeh raat hamesha yaad rahe.”

Usne dheere se Dua ke jore ke button kholne shuru kiye. Har button ke saath Dua ki saans tez hoti gayi. Jab uska jora utra, to uske andar ek khubsurat laal rang ki nighty thi, jo Ahmed ne uske liye khareedi thi. Ahmed ne usko dekha aur uski aankhen chamak uthin. “Dua, tum… tum qatl kar rahi ho,” usne kaha. Dua ne sharmate hue kaha, “Yeh tumhare liye hai.” Ahmed ne uski nighty ko dheere se utaara. Ab Dua sirf apne undergarments mein thi. Usne uske bra ka hook khola, aur uske seenay ke ubhaar azaad ho gaye. Woh pehle se kahin zyada khubsurat lag rahe the — shayad khushi ki wajah se.

Ahmed ne unko apne haathon mein liya aur dheere se dabana shuru kiya. Dua ne apni aankhen band kar lin. Usne uske nippalon ko apne munh mein liya aur unko chusna shuru kiya. Dua ke munh se halki cheekhen nikalne lagin. “Ahmed… tum… tum mujhe pagal kar rahe ho…” usne kaha. Ab woh use “bhai” nahi, uske naam se pukar rahi thi — kyunki ab woh uska shohar tha. Ahmed ne uski panty ko neeche sarakaya. Ab Dua poori tarah nangi thi. Usne uski taangon ko khola aur uski phudi ko dekha — woh geeli thi, intezar kar rahi thi. Ahmed ne apni ungli se usko chhua, aur Dua kaanp uthi.

Ahmed ne apne kapre utaare. Uska lund poori tarah sakht tha. Dua ne use dekha aur muskurayi. “Aaj to tum bahut tayyar lag rahe ho,” usne shokhi se kaha. Ahmed ne hanste hue kaha, “Tumhare liye hamesha tayyar.” Usne Dua ko bistar par litaya aur uske upar aaya. Usne apne lund ko uski phudi ke munh par rakha aur dheere se andar dala. Dua ne ek gehri saans li. “Ahmed… tum mere andar ho…” usne kaha. Ahmed ne apni raftaar barhayi. Usne Dua ke seenay ko pakra aur uske saath apne jism ko hilane laga.

Phir Ahmed ne Dua ko apne upar bithaya. Dua uske lund par baith kar khud upar neeche hone lagi. Uske lambe baal uske chehre par aa rahe the, aur Ahmed ne unko peeche hataya. “Dua, tum itni khubsurat ho,” usne kaha. Dua ki raftaar tez hoti gayi, aur uske seenay ke ubhaar uchhalne lage. Ahmed ne unko apne haathon se pakar liya aur masalne laga. Dua ek zabardast orgasm ko pahonch gayi, aur uske jism se geelapan beh nikla. Woh Ahmed ke seene par gir gayi, haanpti hui.

Lekin raat abhi khatam nahi hui thi. Ahmed ne Dua ko palta diya aur peeche se uske andar apna lund dala. Usne uski kamar ko pakra aur tez tez dhakke lagane laga. Dua ne takiye mein apna chehra chhupaya, lekin uski awazen kamre mein goonjti rahin. “Ahmed… aur tez… mujhe… mujhe tumhara poora chahiye…” woh kehti rahi. Ahmed ne apni poori taqat lagayi. Uska lund Dua ki phudi mein gehra tak ja raha tha. Dono ke jism paseene mein bheeg gaye. Aakhir mein Ahmed ne apni mani Dua ke andar chhor di, aur dono ek dusre se lipat gaye.

Woh raat unki zindagi ki sab se khubsurat raat thi. Subah jab woh uthe, to dono ke chehron par muskurahat thi. Dua ne Ahmed ke seene par apna sar rakha aur kaha, “Ahmed, main duniya ki sab se khush naseeb aurat hun.” Ahmed ne uske maathe par bosa diya. “Aur main duniya ka sab se khush naseeb mard.” Bahar se mami ki aawaz aayi, “Nashta tayyar hai!” Dono hanste hue uthe aur tayyar hone lage. Ek nayi zindagi shuru ho gayi thi.

Shaadi ke baad Ahmed aur Dua ki zindagi ek naye safar par nikal gayi. Ab unhe chhupne ki zaroorat nahi thi. Woh ghar mein sab ke saamne ek dusre ka haath pakad sakte the, ek dusre ko pyaar se dekh sakte the. Surayya mami un dono ko dekh kar khush hoti thin, aur Shabbir mamoo bhi ab unke rishte ko poori tarah qabool kar chuke the. Ghar mein ek nayi khushi thi, ek nayi ronaq thi.

Ahmed apni job mein mehnat karta, aur Dua ne ek school mein teacher ki job le li — uska bachpan ka khwab poora ho gaya tha. Dono subah saath nikalte, shaam ko saath wapas aate. Raaste mein woh apne din ki baatein karte. Dua kehti, “Aaj mere ek student ne mujhe phool diya.” Ahmed kehta, “Meri biwi to bachon ki favorite hai.” Dua hansti, “Aur tumhare office mein kya hua?” Ahmed kehta, “Mere boss ne meri tareef ki. Kehta hai tum bahut mehnati ho.” Aise hi unke din guzarte, mohabbat aur khushi mein.

Raaten un dono ki apni hoti thin. Har raat woh ek dusre se naye tareeqe se mohabbat karte. Ek raat Ahmed ne Dua ko kaha, “Dua, aaj main tumhe ek surprise dunga.” Usne kamre mein mom battiyan jalayeen aur bistar par phool bikhraye. Dua jab kamre mein aayi to hairan reh gayi. “Ahmed, yeh sab?” Ahmed ne use apne gale lagaya. “Tumhare liye, meri jaan.” Usne dheere se uske kapre utaare aur use bistar par litaya. Usne uske jism par phoolon ki pankhuriyan rakhin aur unko ek ek karke apne honthon se uthaya. Har pankhuri ke saath Dua ka jism kaanpta gaya. Jab usne uski phudi par rakhi pankhuri ko apne munh se uthaya, to Dua cheekh uthi. “Ahmed… yeh… yeh bahut zyada hai…”

Ahmed ne uski taangon ko khola aur apni zabaan se uski phudi ko chaatna shuru kiya. Usne uske clitoris ko apne honthon se pakra aur use chusna shuru kiya. Dua ka jism tez kaanpne laga. Usne apne haathon se Ahmed ke baalon ko pakra aur usko apne aur qareeb khincha. “Aur… aur…” woh kehti rahi. Ahmed ne apni zabaan ko uski phudi ke andar dala aur tez tez hilane laga. Dua ek zabardast orgasm ko pahonch gayi. Uske jism se ek garm lehar nikli, aur woh bistar par dher ho gayi.

Phir Ahmed ne apna lund uski phudi mein dala. Usne dheere dheere apni raftaar barhayi. Dua ne apni taangon se uski kamar ko jakra. “Ahmed, tum… tum mujhe… poori tarah le lo…” usne kaha. Ahmed ne uske seenay ke ubhaaron ko apne haathon se pakra aur masalte hue tez tez dhakke lagane laga. Unke jismon se paseena behne laga. Kamre mein sirf unki saanson ki awaz thi. Aakhir mein dono ek saath apne urooj ko pahonche. Ahmed ne apni mani Dua ke andar chhor di, aur Dua ne use mehsoos kiya. “Ahmed, main tumhe apne andar mehsoos kar sakti hun,” usne kaha. “Tumhara har qatra mera hai.”

Ek aur raat, Dua ne Ahmed ko surprise diya. Usne ek khubsurat kaale rang ki nighty pehni, jo uske jism se chipki hui thi. Jab Ahmed kamre mein aaya to uski aankhen khuli ki khuli reh gayin. “Dua… tum…” woh keh nahi saka. Dua ne shokhi se kaha, “Kya hua? Pasand nahi aayi?” Ahmed ne use apne gale lagaya. “Tum to hamesha pasand aati ho.” Usne uski nighty ko dheere se utaara. Uske neeche Dua ne kuch nahi pehna tha. Ahmed ne usko dekha aur uski saans ruk gayi. “Dua, tum ne…?” Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aaj kuch khaas hai.”

Ahmed ne use bistar par litaya aur uske jism ko apne haathon se sehlana shuru kiya. Usne uske seenay ke ubhaaron ko apne munh mein liya aur unko chusa. Dua ne apni aankhen band kar lin. Usne uski gardan par bosa diya, uski kamar ko sehlaya, aur phir uski taangon ke darmiyan aaya. Usne apne lund ko uski phudi mein dala aur tez raftari se andar bahar karna shuru kiya. Dua ki cheekhen nikalne lagin. “Ahmed… haan… aise hi…” woh kehti rahi. Ahmed ne usko palta diya aur peeche se uske andar gaya. Usne uski kamar pakri aur zor zor se dhakke lagaye. Dua ka jism aage peeche hilne laga. Dono ek dusre mein kho gaye. Aakhir mein dono ne ek saath apna maza poora kiya, aur ek dusre ki baahon mein so gaye.

Mahine guzarte gaye, aur unki mohabbat aur gehra hoti gayi. Ek din Dua ne Ahmed ko ek khushkhabri di — woh maa banne wali thi. Ahmed ki khushi ka koi thikana nahi tha. Usne Dua ko apne gale lagaya aur uske pet par bosa diya. “Dua, tum mujhe duniya ki sab se bari khushi de rahi ho,” usne kaha. Dua ki aankhon mein aansu the. “Ahmed, humara bacha… humari mohabbat ki nishani.” Ghar mein khushi ki lehar daud gayi. Mami ne Dua ka khaas khayal rakhna shuru kiya, aur mamoo ne bhi usko har khushi di. Ahmed Dua ka har nakhra uthata, uski har khwahish poori karta.

Dua ke hamal ke mahine Ahmed ke liye sab se khubsurat aur sab se mushkil waqt the. Khubsurat is liye ke woh baap banne wala tha, mushkil is liye ke woh Dua ki takleef dekh nahi sakta tha. Dua ko subah ke waqt ulti aati, uska jee matlata, aur woh kamzor hoti ja rahi thi. Ahmed ne office se chhutti li aur uska khayal rakhne laga. Woh uske liye khana banata, usko dawai deta, uske paon dabata. Dua kehti, “Ahmed, tum office ka kaam chhor kar mere paas baithe ho, tumhara boss naraaz hoga.” Ahmed kehta, “Meri biwi se barh kar kuch nahi.”

Ek raat Dua ne Ahmed se kaha, “Ahmed, mujhe darr lagta hai. Pehla bacha… pata nahi kya hoga.” Ahmed ne use apne gale lagaya. “Daro mat, meri jaan. Main hun na. Aur mami hain, mamoo hain. Sab tumhare saath hain.” Dua ne uske seene par apna sar rakha. “Ahmed, tum ne mujhe hamesha himmat di hai. Necklace wale din se lekar aaj tak.” Ahmed ne muskurate hue kaha, “Woh necklace to humari kahani ka hero hai. Agar woh na khota, to shayad hum kabhi itne qareeb na aate.” Dua ne hanste hue kaha, “To phir humain Saba ka shukriya ada karna chahiye.” Dono hansne lage.

Lekin phir Dua ne sanjeeda hokar kaha, “Ahmed, ek baat kahun? Mujhe kabhi kabhi lagta hai ke woh necklace humari taqdeer tha. Us raat, us traffic jam mein tum phanse hue the, aur main ghar par ro rahi thi. Shayad qismat ne hum dono ko usi din milaya tha.” Ahmed ne uski baat suni aur socha ke Dua sahi kehti hai. Us din ka traffic jam, necklace ka khona, Saba ka use uthana — sab kuch ek silsila tha jo unko is manzil tak laya tha. “Taqdeer woh raat,” Ahmed ne dheere se kaha. “Haan, wahi raat humari taqdeer thi.”

Mahine guzarte gaye, aur Dua ka pet barhne laga. Ahmed roz uske pet par apna kaan lagata aur bache ki dhadkan sunne ki koshish karta. “Dua, woh hil raha hai,” woh khushi se kehta. Dua hansti, “Haan, tumhara beta tumhari tarah shararti hai.” Ahmed kehta, “Beta ya beti, mujhe dono qabool hain. Bas woh tumhari tarah khubsurat ho.” Dua kehti, “Aur tumhari tarah bahadur.”

Is dauran Ahmed ne ek aur kaam kiya — usne Saba ko phone kiya aur use apni shaadi ki khushkhabri di. Saba hairan hui, phir khush hui. “Ahmed bhai, mujhe maaf kar dena us din ke liye,” usne kaha. Ahmed ne kaha, “Saba, tum ne ghalti ki thi, lekin tum ne sach bhi bataya tha. Aur tumhare us sach ne meri zindagi badal di. Main tumhara shukrguzaar hun.” Saba ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Bhai, aap bahut achhe hain. Allah aap dono ko hamesha khush rakhe.” Ahmed ne usko apni shaadi ki dawat bhi di thi, lekin woh aa nahi saki thi. Ab usne socha ke jab bacha hoga, to woh Saba ko zaroor bulayega.

Aakhir woh din aa gaya jiska sab ko intezar tha. Dua ko dard shuru hua, aur Ahmed use foran hospital le gaya. Hospital ke bahar mamoo, mami, aur ghar ke sab log the. Ahmed operation theatre ke bahar bechaini se chal raha tha. Uske dil mein darr tha — Dua ki takleef ka darr, bache ki salamati ka darr. Mami ne usko tasalli di, “Beta, sab theek hoga. Dua bahadur hai.” Ghanton ka intezar tha, jo Ahmed ke liye sadiyon jaisa tha. Phir achanak nurse bahar aayi aur muskurate hue kaha, “Mubarak ho, beti hui hai. Maa aur bachi dono theek hain.”

Ahmed ki aankhon se aansu behne lage. Woh andar gaya aur Dua ko dekha — woh bistar par leti thi, thaki hui, lekin uske chehre par ek nayi roshni thi. Uske paas ek chhoti si guddiya jaisi bachi thi. Ahmed ne use apne haathon mein liya. Woh itni chhoti thi, itni naazuk. Usne apni beti ke maathe par bosa diya. “Dua,” usne kaha, “humari beti… humari mohabbat ki nishani.” Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Haan, Ahmed. Humari taqdeer.” Unhone apni beti ka naam rakha — Taqdeer. Kyunki woh unki taqdeer thi, us raat ki taqdeer, us necklace ki taqdeer.

Ghar mein khushi ki lehar daud gayi. Mamoo ne mithai banti, mami ne Dua ka khaas khayal rakha. Ahmed apni beti ko dekh kar khush hota. Woh roz office se jaldi aata taake apni beti ke saath waqt guzar sake. Dua bhi ab maa ban gayi thi, aur uske chehre par ek nayi zimmedari ki chamak thi. Lekin un dono ke darmiyan ki mohabbat abhi bhi waisi hi thi — gehra, sacchi, aur beinteha.

Taqdeer ke aane ke baad Ahmed aur Dua ki zindagi aur bhi khubsurat ho gayi. Woh chhoti si bachi ghar ki roshni ban gayi. Mamoo use apni god mein lekar ghoomte, mami use loriyan sunatin. Ahmed aur Dua use dekh kar khush hote. Lekin un dono ke darmiyan ki mohabbat bhi abhi zinda thi — woh sirf maa baap nahi bane the, woh abhi bhi premi the.

Dua ke theek hone ke baad, ek raat Ahmed ne use kaha, “Dua, aaj bahut din baad hum dono akele hain.” Taqdeer mami ke paas so rahi thi. Dua ne sharmate hue kaha, “Ahmed, bachi ke baad… main… main waisi nahi rahi.” Ahmed ne usko apne gale lagaya. “Tum pehle se kahin zyada khubsurat ho gayi ho, Dua. Maa banne ke baad tum mein ek nayi roshni aa gayi hai.” Dua ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Tum hamesha mujhe khush kar dete ho.”

Us raat unhone mahinon baad ek dusre se mohabbat ki. Ahmed ne dheere se Dua ke kapre utaare. Uska jism thoda badal gaya tha — uske seenay ke ubhaar bhare hue the, uska pet thoda dheela tha. Lekin Ahmed ki nazron mein woh pehle se kahin zyada haseen thi. Usne uske jism ke har hisse ko bosa diya, har nishaan ko pyaar diya. “Dua, tum ne mujhe duniya ki sab se bari khushi di hai,” usne kaha. “Tumhara jism mere liye sab se khubsurat hai.” Dua ne usko apne gale lagaya. “Ahmed, tumhare bina main kuch nahi.”

Ahmed ne uski taangon ko khola aur apni zabaan se uski phudi ko chaatna shuru kiya. Dua ne ek gehri saans li. Mahinon baad uske jism mein wohi aag lagi. “Ahmed… haan…” woh kehti rahi. Ahmed ne uske clitoris ko chusa, aur Dua ka jism kaanpne laga. Phir usne apna lund uski phudi mein dala. Dua ne apni taangon se usko jakra. “Ahmed, tum… tum mere andar ho… kitna achha lag raha hai…” Ahmed ne dheere dheere apni raftaar barhayi. Usne Dua ke seenay ke ubhaaron ko apne haathon se pakra — woh doodh se bhare hue the, narm aur garam. Usne unko dheere se dabana shuru kiya, aur Dua ne maza liya.

Phir Ahmed ne Dua ko apne upar bithaya. Dua uske lund par baith kar upar neeche hone lagi. Uske seenay ke ubhaar uchhalne lage, aur unse doodh ki boondein nikalne lagin. Ahmed ne unko apne munh mein liya aur chusa. Dua ne ek ajeeb sa maza mehsoos kiya — maa ka maza aur premi ka maza ek saath. “Ahmed… yeh… yeh bahut alag hai…” usne kaha. Ahmed ne kaha, “Haan Dua, tum ab maa ho, aur meri biwi ho. Dono roop mein tum kamaal ho.” Dua tez tez upar neeche hone lagi, aur phir ek zabardast orgasm ko pahonch gayi. Ahmed ne bhi apni mani uske andar chhor di. Dono ek dusre se lipat gaye, khushiyon se bhare hue.

Un dino ke baad unki zindagi ek khubsurat routine mein dhal gayi. Subah Dua Taqdeer ko sambhalti, Ahmed office jata. Shaam ko dono saath waqt guzarte. Raat ko, jab Taqdeer so jati, woh dono ek dusre ke ho jate. Har raat nayi thi, har raat mein naya maza tha. Kabhi Ahmed Dua ko peeche se pakarta, kabhi Dua Ahmed ke upar aati, kabhi woh dono aamne saamne lete hue ek dusre mein kho jate. Unki mohabbat har din gehra hoti gayi.

Ek din Shabbir mamoo ne Ahmed ko bulaya aur kaha, “Beta, main ne tumhare liye ek tohfa socha hai.” Ahmed ne pucha, “Kya, mamoo?” Mamoo ne use ek lifafa diya. Usmein ek makan ke kagazat the. “Yeh tumhare aur Dua ke liye hai,” mamoo ne kaha. “Ek chhota sa ghar, isi mohalle mein. Ab tumhara apna parivaar hai, tumhe apni jagah chahiye.” Ahmed ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Mamoo, aap ne… aap ne mere liye itna kuch kiya.” Mamoo ne usko gale lagaya. “Tum mere bete ho, Ahmed. Aur ab tum ek baap bhi ho. Tumhe apne paron par urhna chahiye.”

Ahmed aur Dua apne naye ghar mein shift ho gaye. Woh chhota sa ghar tha, lekin unki mohabbat se bhara hua tha. Dua ne use apne haathon se sajaya. Taqdeer ke liye ek chhota sa kamra banaya. Ahmed ne ghar ke bahar ek neem ka paudha lagaya — bilkul us darakht jaisa jo unke purane ghar ke bahar tha. “Yeh humari nayi shuruaat ka nishaan hai,” usne kaha. Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aur humari purani yaadon ka bhi.”

Naye ghar mein Ahmed aur Dua ki zindagi ek naye rang mein rang gayi. Ab unhe kisi se chhupne ki zaroorat nahi thi, kisi ka darr nahi tha. Woh apne ghar ke malik the, apni zindagi ke badshah. Har subah Ahmed Dua ko chai banakar deta, aur Dua use nashta khilati. Taqdeer ab chalna seekh rahi thi, aur uski totli zubaan mein “abbu” aur “ammi” sun kar dono khush hote.

Unki shaadi ki pehli salgirah par Ahmed ne ek khaas plan banaya. Usne Dua ko kaha ke “aaj shaam ko tayyar rehna.” Dua ne apna sab se khubsurat suit pehna — ek sunehre rang ka suit, jismein woh dulhan ki tarah lag rahi thi. Ahmed use usi jagah le gaya jahan usne pehli baar use apne dil ki baat kahi thi — pahariyon ke darmiyan woh darya, jahan suraj doob raha tha. Dono wahan baithe aur purani yaadon ko taza kiya. “Dua, yaad hai? Yahan maine tum se wada manga tha,” Ahmed ne kaha. Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aur maine wada kiya tha. Aur dekho, aaj hum yahan apni salgirah mana rahe hain.”

Ahmed ne apni jeb se ek dibbi nikali. Usmein ek sone ka kangan tha. “Yeh tumhare liye,” usne kaha. “Humari pehli salgirah ka tohfa.” Dua ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Ahmed, tum ne… tum ne itna kharcha kyun kiya?” Ahmed ne uske haath mein kangan pehnate hue kaha, “Tum meri zindagi ho, Dua. Tumhare liye kuch bhi zyada nahi.” Dua ne use gale lagaya. “Main duniya ki sab se khush naseeb biwi hun.”

Ghar wapas aakar unhone apni salgirah ka jashn manaya. Taqdeer so gayi thi, aur dono akele the. Ahmed ne Dua ko apne kamre mein le gaya, jahan usne pehle se mom battiyan jalayi hui thin. “Dua, aaj ki raat humari mohabbat ki jeet ki raat hai,” usne kaha. Usne dheere se Dua ke kapre utaare. Uska jism mom batti ki roshni mein chamak raha tha. Ahmed ne usko bistar par litaya aur khud bhi nanga ho gaya.

Usne Dua ke jism ko apne honthon se chumna shuru kiya — uske maathe se lekar uske paon tak. Har bose ke saath Dua ka jism kaanpta gaya. Usne uski taangon ko khola aur uski phudi ko apne munh mein liya. Dua ne apni aankhen band kar lin aur maza lene lagi. Ahmed ne apni zabaan se uske andar tak ka safar kiya. Dua ki cheekhen nikalne lagin. “Ahmed… tum… tum mujhe maar daloge…” usne kaha. Ahmed ne kaha, “Nahi meri jaan, main tumhe zinda karunga.”

Phir Ahmed ne apna lund uski phudi mein dala. Usne tez raftari se andar bahar karna shuru kiya. Dua ne apni taangon se uski kamar ko jakra. “Ahmed… aur tez… mujhe tumhara poora chahiye…” woh kehti rahi. Ahmed ne apni poori taqat lagayi. Usne Dua ke seenay ke ubhaaron ko pakra aur masalte hue dhakke lagata raha. Dono ke jism paseene mein bheeg gaye. Kamre mein unki saanson ki awaz goonjti rahi. Aakhir mein dono ek saath apne urooj ko pahonche. Ahmed ne apni mani Dua ke andar chhor di, aur Dua ne use mehsoos kiya. “Ahmed, tum hamesha mere andar rehte ho,” usne kaha. “Mere dil mein, mere jism mein, meri rooh mein.”

Uske baad woh dono ek dusre ki baahon mein lete rahe. Bahar barish shuru ho gayi — Rawalpindi ki wohi achanak barish. Barish ki awaz, thandi hawa, aur unke darmiyan ki garmi — sab kuch ek khubsurat manzar tha. Dua ne kaha, “Ahmed, yaad hai us din ki barish? Jab hum dukaan ke chhajje ke neeche khare the, necklace dhundte hue?” Ahmed ne hanste hue kaha, “Kaise bhool sakta hun. Usi din to tum ne meri jacket pehni thi, aur mujhe tum se aur bhi mohabbat ho gayi thi.” Dua ne uske seene par apna sar rakha. “Woh din… woh raat… sab kuch humari taqdeer thi.”

Barish tez hoti gayi, aur dono ne khirki khol di. Thandi hawa kamre mein aayi, aur barish ki boondein unke chehron par lagin. Ahmed ne Dua ko uthaya aur use khirki ke paas le gaya. Wahan, barish ki awaz mein, unhone phir se ek dusre se mohabbat ki. Ahmed ne Dua ko deewar se lagaya aur peeche se uske andar apna lund dala. Dua ne deewar ko pakra aur apne jism ko aage peeche hilane lagi. Barish ki awaz mein unki cheekhen dab gayin. “Ahmed… yeh… yeh bahut khubsurat hai…” Dua ne kaha. Ahmed ne uski gardan par bosa diya. “Haan Dua, tum barish ki tarah ho — khubsurat, bebaak, aur meri.”

Woh raat unki zindagi ki sab se yaadgaar raaton mein se ek thi. Subah jab woh uthe, to barish ruk gayi thi, aur aasman saaf tha. Dhoop khirki se andar aa rahi thi. Taqdeer darwaze par khari thi, apni totli zubaan mein keh rahi thi, “Ammi… abbu… utho…” Dono hanste hue uthe aur use apne gale lagaya. Ek nayi subah thi, ek nayi khushi thi.

Kuch mahinon baad, ek din darwaze par dastak hui. Ahmed ne darwaza khola to samne Saba khari thi. Woh wahi larki thi jisne necklace uthaya tha, jiski wajah se yeh saari kahani shuru hui thi. Ahmed hairan hua, phir khush hua. “Saba! Tum? Andar aao.” Saba andar aayi, uske haath mein ek dibba tha. Dua bhi wahan aa gayi. “Saba, tum kaisi ho?” usne pucha. Saba ne muskurate hue kaha, “Main theek hun. Aap dono ko mubarak ho, Taqdeer ke liye. Main use dekhne aayi hun.”

Taqdeer ko dekh kar Saba ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Kitni pyari hai,” usne kaha. Phir usne woh dibba Dua ko diya. “Yeh aap ke liye hai.” Dua ne dibba khola to usmein ek khubsurat sone ka necklace tha — bilkul usi design ka jo khoya tha. “Saba, yeh…?” Dua ne hairat se pucha. Saba ne kaha, “Yeh meri taraf se maafi ka tohfa hai. Us din maine jo ghalti ki thi, uska bojh aaj tak mere dil par hai. Maine mehnat karke paise jorhe aur yeh banwaya. Please isko qabool kar lein.” Dua ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Usne Saba ko gale lagaya. “Saba, maine tumhe kab ka maaf kar diya tha. Lekin yeh tohfa main zaroor rakhungi — is liye ke yeh humari kahani ka hissa hai.”

Us shaam Ahmed ne woh purana pendant — jo usne Dua ko diya tha — aur Saba ka diya hua necklace, dono ko dekha. Usne Dua se kaha, “Dekho, humare paas ab do necklace hain. Ek woh jo humari mohabbat ki shuruaat tha, aur ek woh jo maafi aur nayi shuruaat ka nishaan hai.” Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aur dono hi humari taqdeer hain.” Ahmed ne usko apne gale lagaya. “Haan, meri jaan. Sab kuch taqdeer thi — woh traffic jam, woh barish, woh necklace, aur tum.”

Raat ko, jab Taqdeer so gayi, Ahmed aur Dua apne kamre mein baithe aur purani yaadon ko taza karne lage. “Ahmed, tumhe yaad hai jab tum ne pehli baar mujh se apne dil ki baat kahi thi? Chhat par?” Dua ne pucha. Ahmed ne hanste hue kaha, “Kaise bhool sakta hun. Tum ne mera haath jhatak diya tha.” Dua ne sharmate hue kaha, “Main darr gayi thi. Lekin dil mein… dil mein main bhi wahi chahti thi.” Ahmed ne uska haath pakra. “Aur phir tum ne mujhe waqt diya, aur maine tumhara intezar kiya. Aur dekho, aaj hum yahan hain.”

Dua ne Ahmed ki aankhon mein dekha. “Ahmed, main tum se ek baat kehna chahti hun. Tum ne mujhe kabhi majboor nahi kiya. Tum ne hamesha mera intezar kiya, meri izzat ki. Tum ne mujhe woh mohabbat di jo har larki chahti hai. Main tumhari shukrguzaar hun.” Ahmed ne uske maathe par bosa diya. “Aur tum ne mujhe woh khushi di jo har mard chahta hai. Tum meri zindagi ho, Dua.”

Us raat unhone ek dusre se aisi mohabbat ki jo shukriya bhi thi aur jashn bhi. Ahmed ne Dua ke jism ko apne pyaar se bhigo diya. Usne uske har hisse ko chuma, har jagah ko sehlaya. Dua ne bhi usko poori tarah apnaya. Unke jism ek dusre mein itne kho gaye ke unhe waqt ka ehsaas nahi raha. Ahmed ne apna lund Dua ki phudi mein dala aur dheere dheere apni raftaar barhayi. Dua ne apne haathon se uski peeth ko pakra aur uske saath apne jism ko hilane lagi. “Ahmed… main tumhari hun… hamesha tumhari…” woh kehti rahi. Ahmed ne uske kaan mein sargoshi ki, “Aur main tumhara hun, Dua. Hamesha.”

Phir Dua Ahmed ke upar aayi. Usne uske lund par baith kar khud ko upar neeche karna shuru kiya. Uske seenay ke ubhaar Ahmed ke chehre ke saamne the, aur Ahmed ne unko apne munh mein le liya. Dua ki raftaar tez hoti gayi. “Ahmed… main… main aane wali hun…” usne kaha. Ahmed ne uski kamar pakri aur usko aur tez karne mein madad ki. Dua ek zabardast orgasm ko pahonch gayi, aur uske jism se geelapan beh nikla. Ahmed ne bhi usi waqt apni mani uske andar chhor di. Dono ek dusre se lipat gaye, haanpte hue, khushiyon mein doobe hue.

“Woh necklace,” Dua ne dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “agar woh na khota, to hum shayad kabhi ek na hote.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Haan. Shayad qismat ko humain milane ke liye ek bahana chahiye tha. Aur usne necklace ko chuna.” Dono hansne lage. Bahar chaand nikla hua tha, aur uski roshni khirki se andar aa rahi thi. Dua ne Ahmed ke seene par apna sar rakha aur aankhen band kar lin. “Taqdeer woh raat,” usne sargoshi ki. “Haan,” Ahmed ne kaha. “Taqdeer woh raat.”

Saalon guzar gaye. Taqdeer ab 5 saal ki ho gayi thi — ek shararti, haseen bachi, jo apne abbu ki tarah ziddi aur apni ammi ki tarah narm dil thi. Ahmed ki job mein taraqqi ho gayi thi, woh ab ek manager tha. Dua school mein senior teacher ban gayi thi. Unka chhota sa ghar ab unki khushiyon se bhara hua tha. Har shaam, jab Ahmed office se wapas aata, Taqdeer daud kar uske gale lagti. “Abbu aagaye!” woh kehti. Dua muskurate hue dekhti, aur uske dil mein ek gehra sukoon hota.

Shabbir mamoo aur Surayya mami ab bhi unke qareeb hi rehte the. Mamoo ki sehat thodi kamzor ho gayi thi, lekin unki mohabbat waisi hi thi. Woh aksar Ahmed se kehte, “Beta, tum ne meri beti ko khush rakha. Tum par mujhe fakhar hai.” Mami Dua se kehti thin, “Beta, tum ne sahi faisla kiya tha. Ahmed tumhare liye sab se achha hai.” Har Eid, har khushi par poora khandaan ikattha hota, aur ghar mein ronaq lag jati.

Ek din, Taqdeer ne Dua se pucha, “Ammi, yeh necklace kiska hai?” Woh Saba ke diye hue necklace ki taraf ishara kar rahi thi, jo Dua ne apne dressing table par rakha tha. Dua ne use apni god mein bithaya aur kaha, “Beta, yeh ek bahut khaas necklace hai. Iske peeche ek kahani hai.” Taqdeer ne badi badi aankhon se pucha, “Kahani? Sunao na, ammi.” Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Ek din, jab tum bari ho jaogi, to main tumhe poori kahani sunaungi. Lekin itna samajh lo ke yeh necklace tumhare abbu aur ammi ki mohabbat ki nishani hai.”

Ahmed wahan aaya aur Taqdeer ko apni god mein uthaya. “Aur yeh pendant?” Taqdeer ne us pendant ki taraf ishara kiya jo Dua ke gale mein tha. Ahmed ne kaha, “Yeh tumhare abbu ne tumhari ammi ko diya tha, us din jab… ” Woh ruk gaya aur Dua ki taraf dekha. Dua ne hanste hue kaha, “Jab tumhare abbu ne ammi ko pehli baar apne dil ki baat kahi thi.” Taqdeer ne taali bajayi. “Phir to yeh dono bahut khaas hain!” Ahmed aur Dua ne ek dusre ko dekha aur muskuraye. “Haan beta,” Ahmed ne kaha. “Bahut khaas.”

Us raat, jab Taqdeer so gayi, Ahmed aur Dua apne kamre mein baithe. Bahar halki barish ho rahi thi — bilkul usi tarah jaise us raat hui thi jab unki kahani shuru hui thi. “Ahmed,” Dua ne kaha, “kabhi socha tha ke hum yahan tak pahonchenge?” Ahmed ne uska haath pakra. “Nahi, Dua. Us din jab main traffic jam mein phansa tha, maine socha tha ke meri zindagi ka sab se bura din hai. Lekin woh meri zindagi ka sab se achha din tha — kyunki usi din humari kahani shuru hui thi.” Dua ne uske kandhe par apna sar rakha. “Taqdeer woh raat,” usne kaha. “Haan,” Ahmed ne jawab diya. “Woh raat, woh traffic jam, woh necklace — sab kuch humari taqdeer thi.”

Dua ne Ahmed ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein wahi chamak thi jo saalon pehle thi. “Ahmed, aaj bhi tum mujh se utni hi mohabbat karte ho?” usne pucha. Ahmed ne use apne gale lagaya. “Us se kahin zyada, Dua. Har din meri mohabbat barhti hai.” Usne dheere se uske honthon par bosa diya. Woh bosa pehle jaisa hi tha — gehra, saccha, aur mohabbat se bhara. Dua ne apni aankhen band kar lin aur us bose mein kho gayi.

Us raat unhone phir se ek dusre se mohabbat ki — dheere, gehri, aur sukoon se. Ab unki mohabbat mein woh bechaini nahi thi jo shuru mein thi. Ab woh ek gehre samandar ki tarah thi — pur-sukoon, lekin beinteha gehra. Ahmed ne Dua ke jism ko apne pyaar se sehlaya. Usne uske seenay ke ubhaaron ko chuma, uski kamar ko sehlaya, uski taangon ko khola. Dua ne bhi usko apnaya. Unke jism ek dusre se chipak gaye. Ahmed ne apna lund uski phudi mein dala aur dheere dheere hilane laga. “Dua… tum… tum hamesha meri rahogi…” usne kaha. Dua ne jawab diya, “Hamesha, Ahmed. Hamesha.”

Woh dono ek dusre mein kho gaye. Unke jismon ki garmi, unki saanson ki awaz, unke dilon ki dhadkan — sab kuch ek ho gaya. Aakhir mein dono ne apna maza poora kiya aur ek dusre ki baahon mein so gaye. Bahar barish ruk gayi thi, aur chaand nikal aaya tha. Uski roshni unke kamre mein aa rahi thi, unke chehron par pad rahi thi. Dono ke chehron par sukoon tha, khushi thi, aur mohabbat thi.

Subah jab woh uthe, to Taqdeer unke kamre mein aayi. “Ammi, abbu, utho! Nano aayi hain!” Woh khushi se uchhal rahi thi. Ahmed aur Dua hanste hue uthe. Bahar Surayya mami aayi hui thin, unke haath mein Taqdeer ke liye khilone the. Shabbir mamoo bhi aaye the, unke chehre par muskurahat thi. Poora khandaan ikattha tha. Nashtay par sab ne khushi se baatein ki. Mamoo ne Taqdeer ko apni god mein bithaya aur kaha, “Meri poti to bahut hoshiyar hai.” Taqdeer ne taali bajayi.

Ahmed ne apne khandaan ko dekha — apni biwi Dua, apni beti Taqdeer, apne mamoo, apni mami. Uske dil mein ek gehra shukriya tha. Usne Dua ka haath pakra aur dheere se kaha, “Dekho, Dua. Yeh humari taqdeer hai.” Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Haan, Ahmed. Yeh humari taqdeer hai — woh raat, woh traffic jam, woh necklace, aur yeh khandaan.” Dono ne ek dusre ko dekha, aur unki aankhon mein wahi mohabbat thi jo saalon pehle thi, jo aaj bhi thi, aur jo hamesha rahegi.

Aur isi tarah, ek missing necklace ki kahani, jo ek nasty traffic jam se shuru hui thi, ek khubsurat khandaan ki kahani ban gayi. Rawalpindi ki galiyon mein, us purane ghar se lekar naye ghar tak, Ahmed aur Dua ki mohabbat har din naye rang mein rangti gayi. Woh dono ek dusre ke the, hamesha ke liye. Kyunki kuch raatein aisi hoti hain jo taqdeer badal deti hain. Aur unke liye, woh raat — taqdeer woh raat — hamesha yaad rahegi.

Lekin zindagi hamesha khushiyon se bhari nahi hoti. Ek din achanak Shabbir mamoo ki tabiyat kharab ho gayi. Unhe seene mein dard hua, aur Ahmed unhe foran hospital le gaya. Doctor ne bataya ke unhe dil ka daura para tha, lekin waqt par ilaj ki wajah se woh bach gaye. Hospital mein, jab mamoo hosh mein aaye, to unhone Ahmed ka haath pakra aur kaha, “Beta, agar aaj tum waqt par na aate, to shayad main na bachta.” Ahmed ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Mamoo, aap aisa mat kahein. Aap ko kuch nahi hoga.”

Mamoo ke hospital mein rehne ke dino mein poora khandaan unke ird gird tha. Surayya mami unke paas baithi rehti thin, unka haath pakre hue. Dua aur Ahmed bhi roz aate. Taqdeer apne nana se milne aati aur unko apni totli zubaan mein kahani sunati. Mamoo hanste aur kehte, “Meri poti to doctor se bhi achhi hai.” Un dino mein Ahmed ne mehsoos kiya ke khandaan ki ehmiyat kya hoti hai. Woh sab ek dusre ke liye the, har mushkil mein.

Mamoo ke ghar wapas aane ke baad, unhone ek din Ahmed aur Dua ko bulaya. “Beta,” unhone kaha, “is haadse ne mujhe sikhaya ke zindagi kitni naazuk hai. Main chahta hun ke tum dono hamesha khush raho. Aur main chahta hun ke tum dono apni zindagi ko poori tarah jiyo.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Mamoo, aap fikar mat karein. Hum khush hain.” Mamoo ne muskurate hue kaha, “Main janta hun. Aur isi liye main tum dono ke liye ek aur tohfa dena chahta hun.” Unhone ek kagaz diya — woh unke purane ghar ka ek hissa tha, jo unhone Ahmed ke naam kar diya tha. “Yeh tumhara haq hai, beta,” mamoo ne kaha. Ahmed ne unke paon chhuye. “Mamoo, aap ne mujhe sab kuch diya hai.”

Us raat Ahmed ne Dua se kaha, “Dua, aaj mamoo ne mujhe jo diya, woh sirf jaydaad nahi hai. Woh unka bharosa hai, unki mohabbat hai.” Dua ne kaha, “Haan, Ahmed. Aur humain is bharose ko hamesha nibhana hai.” Us raat unhone ek dusre se aisi mohabbat ki jo shukriya bhi thi aur wada bhi. Ahmed ne Dua ke jism ko apne honthon se chuma. Usne uski taangon ko khola aur apni zabaan se uski phudi ko sehlaya. Dua ne apni aankhen band kar lin. “Ahmed… tum… tum hamesha mujhe khush kar dete ho…” usne kaha.

Ahmed ne apna lund uski phudi mein dala aur dheere dheere hilane laga. Dua ne apni taangon se usko jakra. Unke jism ek dusre se chipak gaye. “Dua, tum meri zindagi ho,” Ahmed ne kaha. “Aur tum meri,” Dua ne jawab diya. Ahmed ne apni raftaar barhayi. Dua ki cheekhen nikalne lagin. “Ahmed… aur… aur…” woh kehti rahi. Ahmed ne uske seenay ke ubhaaron ko pakra aur masalte hue tez tez dhakke lagaye. Dono ke jism paseene mein bheeg gaye. Aakhir mein dono ne ek saath apna maza poora kiya. Ahmed ne apni mani Dua ke andar chhor di, aur Dua ne use apne andar mehsoos kiya. Dono ek dusre ki baahon mein so gaye, sukoon se.

Kuch mahinon baad, jab mamoo poori tarah theek ho gaye, Ahmed ne ek plan banaya — poore khandaan ko Murree ki sair par le jane ka. “Bahut din ho gaye hum sab ne saath waqt nahi guzara,” usne kaha. Sab ne khushi se haan kaha. Ek subah, sab Murree ke liye rawana hue. Raaste mein pahar, daraakht, aur thandi hawa — sab kuch khubsurat tha. Taqdeer khirki se bahar dekh kar khush ho rahi thi. “Ammi, dekho! Pahar!” woh kehti. Dua hansti, “Haan beta, pahar.”

Murree pahonch kar unhone ek khubsurat cottage liya. Shaam ko sab ne saath chai pi, aur raat ko bonfire jalaya. Mamoo ne purani kahani sunayeen, mami ne geet gaye. Taqdeer aag ke ird gird naachti rahi. Ahmed aur Dua ek dusre ko dekh kar muskurate rahe. Woh raat khandaan ki mohabbat ki raat thi.

Raat ko, jab sab so gaye, Ahmed aur Dua cottage ki balcony mein aaye. Bahar pahar, upar taare, aur thandi hawa — sab kuch ek khwab jaisa tha. “Dua,” Ahmed ne kaha, “yaad hai humari pehli salgirah? Jab hum darya ke kinare baithe the?” Dua ne muskurate hue kaha, “Kaise bhool sakti hun. Tum ne mujhe kangan diya tha.” Ahmed ne use apne gale lagaya. “Aur aaj, is pahar ki god mein, main tum se phir kehta hun — tum meri zindagi ho.”

Usne dheere se Dua ke kapre utaare. Thandi hawa mein uska jism kaanpne laga, lekin Ahmed ke gale lagne se woh garam ho gayi. Ahmed ne use balcony ki deewar se lagaya aur uske jism ko apne honthon se chuma. Usne uski taangon ko khola aur apna lund uski phudi mein dala. Dua ne deewar ko pakra. “Ahmed… yahan… koi dekh lega…” usne sargoshi ki. Ahmed ne kaha, “Koi nahi dekhega. Sab so rahe hain. Aur yeh humari raat hai.” Usne tez tez dhakke lagane shuru kiye. Dua ki cheekhen thandi hawa mein goonjti rahin, lekin paharon ne unhe apne andar sama liya.

Phir Ahmed ne Dua ko uthaya aur use apne kamre mein le gaya. Wahan unhone bistar par ek dusre se poori raat mohabbat ki. Kabhi Ahmed upar, kabhi Dua upar. Har position mein naya maza tha. Dua ne Ahmed ke lund ko apne munh mein liya aur use chusa. Ahmed ne uski phudi ko apni zabaan se chaata. Dono ne ek dusre ko har tarah se khush kiya. Subah jab woh uthe, to dono ke chehron par ek nayi chamak thi. Bahar se Taqdeer ki aawaz aayi, “Ammi, abbu, nashta tayyar hai!” Dono hanste hue uthe.

Murree se wapas aane ke baad zindagi phir apne routine mein aa gayi, lekin ab us routine mein ek nayi gehrai thi. Taqdeer school jane lagi. Pehle din Ahmed use school chhorne gaya. Woh ro rahi thi, “Abbu, mujhe ghar jana hai.” Ahmed ne use samjhaya, “Beta, school mein naye dost milenge, nayi cheezen seekhne ko milengi.” Dua ne use tayyar kiya tha — nayi uniform, naya bag. Jab Taqdeer class mein gayi, to Ahmed aur Dua bahar khare use dekhte rahe. Dua ki aankhon mein aansu the. “Ahmed, humari beti bari ho rahi hai,” usne kaha. Ahmed ne uska haath pakra. “Haan, Dua. Waqt kitni jaldi guzarta hai.”

Shaam ko jab Taqdeer ghar aayi, to woh khush thi. “Ammi, abbu! Mere naye dost bane! Teacher ne mujhe star diya!” Woh apni khushi se uchhal rahi thi. Ahmed ne use apni god mein uthaya. “Meri beti to sab se hoshiyar hai.” Dua ne uske liye uski pasand ka khana banaya. Raat ko Taqdeer ne apne abbu se kaha, “Abbu, mujhe kahani sunao.” Ahmed ne use wohi kahani sunayi jo uski ammi ne use sunayi thi — ek necklace ki kahani, jo ab unke khandaan ki kahani ban gayi thi. Lekin usne use bachon wale andaz mein sunaya, taake Taqdeer samajh sake. Taqdeer sunte sunte so gayi, uske chehre par muskurahat thi.

Us raat, jab Taqdeer so gayi, Ahmed ne Dua se kaha, “Dua, aaj Taqdeer ko school chhorte waqt mujhe woh din yaad aa gaya jab tum ne pehli baar mujh se apne dil ki baat kahi thi.” Dua ne pucha, “Kaun sa din?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Woh raat, jab tum mere kamre mein aayi thin aur kaha tha ke tum mujh se mohabbat karti ho.” Dua ne sharmate hue kaha, “Woh to bahut purani baat hai.” Ahmed ne use apne gale lagaya. “Lekin mere liye woh kal ki baat hai. Tum ne us din meri zindagi badal di thi.”

Dua ne Ahmed ki aankhon mein dekha. “Ahmed, tum ne bhi meri zindagi badal di thi. Us din jab tum ne necklace dhund kar laya tha, tabhi maine socha tha ke tum se achha insaan duniya mein nahi hai.” Ahmed ne uske maathe par bosa diya. “Aur aaj bhi main wahi hun, Dua. Tumhara Ahmed.” Usne dheere se uske kapre utaarne shuru kiye. Dua ne bhi uske kapre utaare. Dono nange ho gaye, ek dusre ke saamne. Ahmed ne Dua ke jism ko dekha — woh ab bhi utna hi khubsurat tha jitna pehle tha, bas ab usmein ek maa ki narmi bhi thi.

Ahmed ne use bistar par litaya aur uske upar aaya. Usne apne honthon se uske honthon ko chuma, phir uski gardan par aaya, phir uske seenay par. Usne uske nippalon ko apne munh mein liya aur unko chusna shuru kiya. Dua ne apni aankhen band kar lin. “Ahmed…” usne sargoshi ki. Ahmed ne uski taangon ko khola aur apna lund uski phudi mein dala. Dua ne ek gehri saans li. Ahmed ne dheere dheere apni raftaar barhayi. “Dua, tum… tum hamesha itni khubsurat lagti ho…” usne kaha. Dua ne apni taangon se uski kamar ko jakra. “Ahmed, tum… tum mere andar… kitne gehre ho…”

Phir Dua Ahmed ke upar aayi. Usne uske lund par baith kar khud ko upar neeche karna shuru kiya. Uske seenay ke ubhaar uchhalne lage. Ahmed ne unko apne haathon se pakar liya. “Haan Dua… aise hi…” usne kaha. Dua ki raftaar tez hoti gayi. Uske munh se cheekhen nikalne lagin. “Ahmed… main… main aane wali hun…” Ahmed ne uski kamar pakri aur usko madad ki. Dua ek zabardast orgasm ko pahonch gayi. Uske jism se geelapan beh nikla. Ahmed ne bhi apni mani uske andar chhor di. Dono ek dusre se lipat gaye.

Uske baad woh dono der tak baatein karte rahe. “Ahmed,” Dua ne kaha, “tumhe pata hai? Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai ke humari kahani kisi film jaisi hai. Traffic jam, missing necklace, phir mohabbat, phir shaadi, phir beti.” Ahmed ne hanste hue kaha, “Haan, lekin humari kahani filmon se zyada khubsurat hai, kyunki yeh sacchi hai.” Dua ne uske seene par apna sar rakha. “Sach hai, Ahmed. Aur yeh hamesha sacchi rahegi.”

Bahar chaandni thi. Khirki se uski roshni andar aa rahi thi. Dono ne us roshni mein ek dusre ko dekha. Unki aankhon mein wahi mohabbat thi jo saalon pehle thi. “Taqdeer woh raat,” Dua ne sargoshi ki. Ahmed ne uske haath ko chuma. “Haan, meri jaan. Taqdeer woh raat.”

Aur isi tarah, unki kahani chalti rahi — har din nayi khushi, har raat nayi mohabbat. Rawalpindi ke us chhote se ghar mein, Ahmed aur Dua apni beti Taqdeer ke saath khush the. Unke paas sab kuch tha — mohabbat, khandaan, aur ek dusre ka saath. Woh necklace, jo kabhi khoya tha, ab unki almari mein rakha tha — unki kahani ki nishani, unki taqdeer ki nishani. Aur har baar jab Dua use dekhti, to usko woh raat yaad aati — taqdeer woh raat — jab sab kuch shuru hua tha.

Ek din, jab Taqdeer bari ho jayegi, Dua use poori kahani sunayegi. Woh use batayegi ke kaise ek traffic jam ne do dilon ko milaya, kaise ek missing necklace ne ek mohabbat ko janam diya, aur kaise us mohabbat ne ek khandaan banaya. Aur Taqdeer samjhegi ke zindagi mein kuch cheezen ittefaq nahi hotin — woh taqdeer hoti hain. Jaise woh raat thi. Taqdeer woh raat.

Waqt ka pahiya ghoomta raha. Taqdeer ab 10 saal ki ho gayi thi — ek samajhdaar, hoshiyar bachi, jo apni class mein hamesha awwal aati thi. Ahmed ab ek bari company mein senior manager tha, aur Dua school ki principal ban gayi thi. Unka ghar ab bhi wahi chhota sa ghar tha, lekin unke dil bahut bare the. Har shaam, jab Ahmed office se wapas aata, to Taqdeer use apne din ki baatein sunati. “Abbu, aaj maine science mein full marks liye!” Ahmed use apni god mein uthata, “Meri beti to genius hai.” Dua muskurate hue dekhti, aur uske dil mein ek gehra sukoon hota.

Ek shaam, jab Taqdeer apni dost ke ghar gayi hui thi, Ahmed aur Dua akele the. Bahut din baad unhe aisa mauqa mila tha. Ahmed ne Dua ko dekha — woh ab bhi utni hi khubsurat thi jitni pehle thi, bas uske chehre par ab ek aurat ki gehrai thi, ek maa ki narmi thi. “Dua,” usne kaha, “aaj bahut din baad hum dono akele hain.” Dua ne sharmate hue kaha, “Haan, Ahmed. Taqdeer ke aane ke baad to hum bhool hi gaye the ke hum premi bhi hain.” Ahmed ne use apne paas khincha. “To aaj yaad kar lete hain.”

Usne dheere se Dua ke kapre utaare. Uska jism mom batti ki roshni mein chamak raha tha. Ahmed ne usko bistar par litaya aur khud bhi nanga ho gaya. Usne uske jism ke har hisse ko bosa diya — uske maathe se lekar uske paon tak. “Dua, tum… tum ab bhi meri dulhan ho,” usne kaha. Dua ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya. “Aur tum ab bhi mere dulha ho.” Ahmed ne uski taangon ko khola aur apni zabaan se uski phudi ko chaatna shuru kiya. Dua ne apni aankhen band kar lin aur maza lene lagi. “Ahmed… haan… aise hi…” woh kehti rahi.

Ahmed ne apna lund uski phudi mein dala. Usne tez raftari se andar bahar karna shuru kiya. Dua ne apni taangon se uski kamar ko jakra. “Ahmed… tum… tum mujhe… pagal kar rahe ho…” usne kaha. Ahmed ne uske seenay ke ubhaaron ko pakra aur masalte hue kaha, “Tum… tum meri ho, Dua… hamesha meri…” Dono ke jism paseene mein bheeg gaye. Kamre mein unki saanson ki awaz goonjti rahi. Phir Ahmed ne Dua ko palta diya aur peeche se uske andar gaya. Usne uski kamar pakri aur zor zor se dhakke lagaye. Dua ne takiye mein apna chehra chhupaya, lekin uski cheekhen phir bhi sunayi de rahi thin.

Aakhir mein dono ne ek saath apna maza poora kiya. Ahmed ne apni mani Dua ke andar chhor di, aur Dua ne use mehsoos kiya. Dono ek dusre se lipat gaye, haanpte hue. “Ahmed,” Dua ne kaha, “das saal ho gaye humari shaadi ko, lekin tum ab bhi mujhe pehle din jaisa mehsoos karate ho.” Ahmed ne uske maathe par bosa diya. “Kyunki meri mohabbat har din nayi hoti hai, Dua.”

Us raat unhone der tak baatein ki. “Ahmed,” Dua ne kaha, “tumhe yaad hai woh necklace? Jo khoya tha?” Ahmed ne hanste hue kaha, “Kaise bhool sakta hun. Wohi to humari kahani ka hero tha.” Dua ne kaha, “Main ne use Taqdeer ke liye rakh diya hai. Jab woh bari hogi, to main use dungi. Aur usko poori kahani sunaungi.” Ahmed ne uska haath pakra. “Haan, Dua. Woh necklace humari mohabbat ki virasat hai. Aur Taqdeer use aage barhayegi.”

Bahar barish shuru ho gayi — Rawalpindi ki wohi achanak barish, jo unki kahani ka hissa ban gayi thi. Dono ne khirki khol di aur barish ko dekha. “Dekho, Ahmed,” Dua ne kaha, “barish phir aa gayi. Jaise us din aayi thi.” Ahmed ne use apne gale lagaya. “Haan, Dua. Aur har barish mujhe woh din yaad dilati hai.” Dono der tak barish dekhte rahe, ek dusre ki baahon mein. Unke dilon mein ek gehra sukoon tha, ek poori khushi thi.

Agle din, jab Taqdeer ghar aayi, to Ahmed ne use apni god mein bithaya aur kaha, “Beta, tumhe pata hai? Tumhara naam Taqdeer kyun rakha?” Taqdeer ne masoomiyat se pucha, “Kyun, abbu?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Kyunki tum humari taqdeer ho. Us raat ki taqdeer, jab tumhare abbu aur ammi mile the.” Taqdeer ne taali bajayi. “To main taqdeer hun!” Dua ne use gale lagaya. “Haan beta, tum humari taqdeer ho.”

Aur isi tarah, Ahmed aur Dua ki kahani chalti rahi. Har din nayi khushi, har raat nayi mohabbat. Woh necklace, jo kabhi khoya tha, ab unki beti ke liye virasat tha. Woh traffic jam, jo kabhi museebat tha, ab unki yaadon ka hissa tha. Woh barish, jo kabhi achanak aayi thi, ab unki mohabbat ka nishaan thi. Sab kuch taqdeer thi. Taqdeer woh raat.

Saalon baad, jab Ahmed aur Dua boorhe ho jayenge, woh apne poton ko yeh kahani sunayenge. Woh unhe batayenge ke kaise ek mamoo ke ghar mein, Rawalpindi ki galiyon mein, ek missing necklace ne do dilon ko milaya tha. Woh unhe batayenge ke mohabbat mein sabar chahiye, himmat chahiye, aur sacchai chahiye. Aur woh unhe batayenge ke taqdeer kabhi kabhi ek traffic jam mein chhupi hoti hai, kabhi ek khoye hue necklace mein, aur kabhi ek barish ki boond mein.

Lekin sab se zaroori baat jo woh unhe batayenge, woh yeh hogi ke mohabbat kabhi zabardasti se nahi milti. Woh intezar se milti hai, izzat se milti hai, aur sacche dil se milti hai. Jaise Ahmed ne Dua ka intezar kiya tha, uski izzat ki thi, aur uske dil ko jeeta tha. Aur Dua ne apni marzi se, apne dil se, Ahmed ko apnaya tha. Yahi sacchi mohabbat hai. Yahi taqdeer hai.

Aur jab woh yeh kahani khatam karenge, to woh ek dusre ko dekhenge, aur unki aankhon mein wahi chamak hogi jo us pehli raat thi. Kyunki unki mohabbat kabhi purani nahi hogi. Woh hamesha nayi rahegi. Jaise woh raat thi. Taqdeer woh raat. Hamesha ke liye.

Us shaam, jab Taqdeer apne kamre mein so gayi, Ahmed ne apni diary nikali — wohi diary jismein woh apne jazbaat likhta tha, jab Dua ne use pehli baar apnaya tha. Usne aaj ki taareekh likhi aur phir likhna shuru kiya. “Aaj das saal ho gaye. Das saal pehle, ek traffic jam mein phansa hua ek larka, aur ghar par roti hui ek larki — dono ko nahi pata tha ke unki taqdeer kya hai. Aaj woh dono ek hain. Unki ek beti hai, jiska naam Taqdeer hai. Kyunki woh unki taqdeer hai.”

Usne diary band ki aur Dua ki taraf dekha, jo uske paas baithi thi. “Dua,” usne kaha, “maine aaj diary mein likha.” Dua ne pucha, “Kya likha?” Ahmed ne muskurate hue kaha, “Ke tum meri taqdeer ho.” Dua ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye — khushi ke aansu. “Aur tum meri,” usne kaha. Dono ne ek dusre ko gale lagaya. Bahar chaand nikla hua tha, aur uski roshni unke kamre mein aa rahi thi. Dono ne us roshni mein ek dusre ko dekha, aur unki aankhon mein wahi mohabbat thi jo hamesha thi.

Ahmed ne Dua ka haath pakra aur kaha, “Dua, ek wada karo.” Dua ne pucha, “Kya?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Ke tum hamesha mere saath rahogi. Chahe kuch bhi ho jaye.” Dua ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur kaha, “Wada karti hun, Ahmed. Hamesha.” Aur us waqt, un dono ke dilon mein ek gehra sukoon tha. Unhone apni zindagi ki har khushi dekhi thi, har gham seh liya tha, aur ab woh ek dusre ke saath the — hamesha ke liye.

Raat gehra hoti gayi, aur dono ek dusre ki baahon mein so gaye. Unke chehron par muskurahat thi. Unke dilon mein mohabbat thi. Aur unki kahani — taqdeer woh raat ki kahani — hamesha ke liye unke dilon mein zinda rahegi. Kyunki kuch kahaniyan kabhi khatam nahi hotin. Woh nasal dar nasal chalti hain. Jaise yeh kahani chalegi — Ahmed se Dua tak, Dua se Taqdeer tak, aur Taqdeer se uske bachon tak. Hamesha. Taqdeer woh raat.

Aur jab subah hui, to Ahmed ne apni aankhen kholin aur Dua ko dekha, jo uske paas so rahi thi. Usne uske maathe par bosa diya aur dheere se kaha, “Subah bakhair, meri taqdeer.” Dua ne apni aankhen kholin aur muskurayi. “Subah bakhair, mere Ahmed.” Bahar se Taqdeer ki aawaz aayi, “Ammi, abbu, nashta tayyar hai!” Dono hanste hue uthe. Ek nayi subah thi, ek nayi khushi thi, aur ek nayi kahani thi — jo kal bhi chalegi, parson bhi, aur hamesha. Kyunki mohabbat kabhi khatam nahi hoti. Woh sirf gehra hoti hai. Jaise unki mohabbat thi. Taqdeer woh raat — hamesha ke liye, hamesha.

Nashtay ki mez par poora khandaan ikattha tha — Ahmed, Dua, Taqdeer, aur aaj mamoo mami bhi aaye hue the. Sab ne milkar nashta kiya, hanse, baatein ki. Taqdeer ne apne nana se kaha, “Nana, aap ko pata hai? Main taqdeer hun!” Mamoo ne hanste hue kaha, “Haan beta, tum hum sab ki taqdeer ho.” Sab hansne lage. Aur us hansee mein, us khushi mein, Ahmed ne Dua ka haath pakra. Dono ne ek dusre ko dekha, aur unki aankhon mein wahi baat thi jo hamesha thi — mohabbat, shukriya, aur taqdeer.