Dillagi

Dillagi_ Part 3

### **Chapter 3: Nayi Chunauti Aur Chupta Ehsaas**

Agli subha Meerab jab office pohnchi, to us ka irada bilkul saaf tha—us ne Zaviyar ko dikhana tha ke wo kisi se darrne wali nahi hai. Wo seedha apne desk par baithi aur din ke kaamon ki list tayyar karne lagi.

Abhi us ne files kholi hi thin ke us ke desk ka intercom baj utha.

"Meerab, mere cabin mein aao. Fauran!" Zaviyar ki wahi roab-dar aur bhari aawaaz goonji aur call kat gayi.

Meerab ne ek gehri saans li, apna notepad uthaya aur cabin ke andar chali gayi. Zaviyar is waqt ek naye dark blue suit mein baitha tha, baal hamesha ki tarah perfectly set the, aur chehre par wahi sapat expressions the. Lekin jaise hi Meerab andar aayi, Zaviyar ki nazren sarsari tor par us par gayin. Meerab ne aaj light pink color ka kurti aur white dupatta pehna hua tha, jis mein us ki masoomiyat mazeed jhalak rahi thi.

"Ji sir?" Meerab ne bilkul professional lehje mein poocha.

"Hamari company ka ek bohot barra client aaj dopehar mein ek important presentation ke liye aa raha hai. Saari files aur projector ka setup theek 1 baje tak conference room mein ho jana chahiye. Agar ek bhee cheez mis-place hui, to iska zimmedar kaun hoga?" Zaviyar ne sawaaliyan nazron se use dekha.

"Main hoon gi, sir. Main sab check kar lungi," Meerab ne bina darr ke jawab diya.

"Good. Aur ek aur baat... is meeting ke baad unke liye lunch ka intezam bhee tumne hi dekhna hai. Unhe pakistani khana pasand hai, to menu perfect hona chahiye," Zaviyar ne file par kuch likhte hue kaha.

Meerab ne poora dhyan kaam par lagaya. Agle teen ghante wo bina ruke conference room aur kitchen department ke चक्कर kaat-ti rahi. Projector chalakar check kiya, files ko sequence mein rakha aur khane ka menu bhee final kiya. Us ne har cheez perfect banayi thi taake Zaviyar ko bolne ka mauqa na mile.

Theek 1 baje meeting shuru hui. Client bohot khush-mizaj foreign businessman the, lekin unke sath unka young beta bhee aaya hua tha, jis ka naam Daniyal tha. Daniyal ki nazren presentation ke dauran kaam se zyada Meerab par thin, jo wahan files hand over kar rahi thi. Zaviyar ne yeh baat notice kar li, aur us ke mathe par achanak bal parh gaye. Us ke dil mein ek ajeeb si churr paida hui jo use khud bhee samajh nahi aa rahi thi.

Meeting bohot achhi rahi. Jab sab lunch ke liye dining hall mein pohnche, to Daniyal ne jaan booch kar Meerab ke paas aakar baat shuru ki.

"Excuse me, aap ne arrangements bohot achhi ki hain. By the way, I am Daniyal," us ne Meerab ki taraf haath barhaya.

Meerab ne tahzeeb se haath jorr kar "Thank you, sir" kaha aur haath nahi milaya. Daniyal ne muskura kar haath peeche kar liya. "Very traditional. I like it."

Zaviyar jo th thoda door khara unhe dekh raha tha, us se ab raha nahi gaya. Wo tezi se unke qareeb aaya aur Daniyal ke samne khara ho gaya. "Daniyal, tumhara table wahan hai. Chalo, lunch shuru karte hain." Us ka lehja itna sakht tha ke Daniyal bhee ek pal ke liye heran ho gaya, phir wo muskura kar chala gaya.

Zaviyar ne murr kar Meerab ko ghura. "Tum yahan khari baatein karne ke liye ho ya kaam ke liye? Baahir jao aur baqi files desk par rakho."

Meerab ko gussa to bohot aaya ke us ne kuch kiya bhee nahi aur daant parh gayi, lekin wo khamoshi se baahir chali gayi.

Shaam ko jab client chale gaye, to poore office mein sukoon ho gaya. Meerab thak kar apne desk par baithi thi ke achanak us ke haath se pani ka glass choot kar zameen par gira aur toot gaya. Sheeshe ke tukre har taraf bikhar gaye.

Zaviyar apne cabin se baahir nikal raha tha jab us ne glass tootne ki aawaaz suni. Wo tezi se Meerab ke desk ki taraf aaya. Meerab zameen par baith kar jhatpat sheeshe ke tukre uthane lagi thi.

"Choro mat! Haath mein lag jayegi," Zaviyar ne pehli baar thode fakar-mand lehje mein kaha.

"Main kar lungi, sir. Yeh mera kaam hai," Meerab ne gusse mein kaha aur ek barra tukra uthane ki koshish ki. Lekin jald-bazi mein sheeshe ka ek teekha kona us ki ungli mein chubh gaya, aur khoon nikal aaya.

"Ah!" Meerab ke mooh se halki si cheekh nikli aur us ki aankhon mein foran aansoo aa gaye.

Zaviyar ne jab khoon dekha, to wo bina soche jhat se neeche baitha aur us ka haath apne haath mein le liya. "Tumhe samajh nahi aati? Maine kaha tha na mat chuo!" Us ki aawaaz mein gussa bhee tha aur ek ajeeb si be-chaini bhee.

Zaviyar ne apne pocket se ek saaf white rumal nikala aur Meerab ki ungli par zor se lapet diya taake khoon ruk sake. Wo itne qareeb the ke Meerab ko Zaviyar ke perfume ki khushboo saaf aa rahi thi, aur us ke dil ki dharkan achanak tez ho gayi. Us ne dekha ke Zaviyar ka dhyan is waqt sirf us ke zakham par tha, us ke chehre ki wo purani sakhti jaisay kahin gayab ho gayi thi.

"Dard ho raha hai?" Zaviyar ne nazar utha kar Meerab ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan abhi bhee aansoo tair rahe the.

Meerab ne dharakte dil ke sath aahista se apni gardan hilaayi, "Nahi... ab theek hai."

Zaviyar ko jab ehsaas hua ke wo Meerab ka haath thame hue us ki aankhon mein kho gaya hai, to wo achanak jhatke se khara ho gaya. Us ne apna gussa dobara chehre par sajaya aur rukhkhai se bola, "Apna dhyan rakha karo. Agar PA ka haath kharab ho gaya, to office ka kaam kaun karega? Aaj ke liye tum ja sakti ho."

Wo murr kar tezi se apne cabin mein chala gaya, lekin us ka dil bhee is waqt aam dino se zyada tez dharak raha tha. Us ne apne haath ko dekha jahan abhi Meerab ka narm haath tha.

Meerab ne bhee apni ungli par bandhe us rumal ko dekha aur sochne lagi, "Yeh insan jitna upar se jallad dikhta hai... kya andar se bhee waisa hi hai?"

Dono ke darmayan nafrat ki deewar mein ek choti si dararr parh chuki thi, aur unhe khud bhee is baat ka andaza nahi tha.

*(To be continued...)*

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