Dillagi

Dillagi_Part 2

### **Chapter 2: Taqdeer Ka Khel Aur Agli Takraar**

Meerab jab gusse mein pair patakti hui building se baahir nikli, to us ka poora jism tap raha tha. "Bad-tameez, maghroor insan! Apne aap ko khuda samajhta hai," wo raste bhar auto mein baith kar bad-budati rahi. Ghar pohnch kar us ne apna bag zor se bed par phenka aur khud bhee rone baith gayi. Wo itni mehnat se interview ki tayyari kar ke gayi thi, aur wahan us ki qabiliyat dekhne ke bajaye seedha reject kar diya gaya.

Lekin Meerab ki qismat ka faisla abhi baqi tha. Agli hi subha jab wo so kar uthi, to us ke phone par ek unknown number se call aayi.

"Hello, kya meri baat Meerab Ali se ho rahi hai?" Doosri taraf se ek narm-mizaj khatoon ki aawaaz aayi.

"Ji, main Meerab bol rahi hoon," Meerab ne hairat se kaha.

"Main CEO Zaviyar sir ki personal secretary bol rahi hoon. Kal jo aap ka interview hua tha... actually, management ne aap ke test scores aur resume ko dobara check kiya hai. Hamen ek fresh candidate ki hi zaroorat hai jo bina kisi purani aadat ke hamare mutabiq kaam seekh sake. Aap ko select kar liya gaya hai. Aap aaj hi se office join kar sakti hain," secretary ne sarsari sa bataya.

Meerab ki aankhen hairat se khuli ki khuli reh gayin. "Kya? Lekin kal to aap ke CEO ne mujhe..."

"Look, Meerab. Sir bohot busy hote hain, aur unho ne final approval de di hai. Agar aap ko job chahiye, to agle ek ghante mein office pohnch jayen," secretary ne baat kaat kar kaha aur call disconnect kar di.

Meerab ek pal ke liye soch mein parh gayi. Us ka dil keh raha تھا ke us khadoos boss ke muah par naukri de maare, lekin doosri taraf us ki zaroorat thi. Us ne gehri saans li, "Chalo, agar taqdeer ne khud rasta khola hai to main peeche nahi hatungi. Dekhte hain wo Mr. CEO mera kya bigarr lete hain!"

Wo tezi se tayyar hui aur theek ek ghante baad dobara usi chamakti building ke samne khari thi. Jab wo third floor par pohnchi, to secretary ne use ek file pakrayi aur kaha, "Yeh files le kar seedha Sir ke cabin mein chali jayen. Aaj se aap unki personal assistant (PA) ke tor par kaam karengi."

"PA?" Meerab ka dam nikalne laga. Iska matlab tha ke use har waqt usi jallad ke samne rehna parega. Us ne dil par patthar rakha, darwaza knock kiya aur andar dakhil hui.

Zaviyar is waqt laptop par bohot dhyan se koi file dekh raha tha. Jaise hi Meerab andar aayi, us ne nazar uthakar dekha. Us ki aankhon mein kal wala gussa abhi bhi thoda sa jhalak raha tha, lekin is baar us ke chehre par ek ajeeb si chalaqi thi.

"To... tum aa hi gayin," Zaviyar ne kursi ke peeche tek lagate hue kaha. Us ka tone bilkul aisa tha jaise wo pehle se jaanta ho ke Meerab zaroor aayegi.

"Good morning, sir. Mujhe bataya gaya hai ke meri selection ho gayi hai aur mujhe aap ki assistant ke tor par kaam karna hai," Meerab ne khud ko pur-etemaad dikhane ki koshish karte hue kaha.

"Hoon... selection to tumhari majboori mein karni padi, kyunke doosre candidates hamare standard par poore nahi utar rahe the," Zaviyar ne jhoot bola. Asal mein kal Meerab ke jaane ke baad, us ke baap (jo company ke chairman the) ne saaf keh diya tha ke unhe company mein koi naya aur be-baak bacha chahiye jo darr kar kaam na kare, aur unho ne Meerab ka resume dekh kar use rakhne ka order diya tha. Zaviyar apne baap ke aage majboor tha, lekin wo yeh baat Meerab ko hargiz nahi batana chahti tha.

"Main apna kaam poori imandari se karungi, sir. Aap ko shikayat ka mauqa nahi milega," Meerab ne sapat aawaz mein kaha.

"Shikayat ka mauqa?" Zaviyar halka sa muskuraya, lekin us ki muskurahat mein tanz tha. "Wo to tum pehle din hi de chuki ho. Khair, ab jab tum yahan ho, to pehla rule samajh lo. Mere office mein har kaam perfect hona chahiye. Agar ek minute ki bhi dair hui, ya kisi file mein galti hui, to main bardasht nahi karunga."

Us ne ek barri si files ka dher Meerab ke samne patka. "Yeh saari data entry aaj shaam 5 baje se pehle poori honi chahiye. Agar nahi hui, to over-time lagana parega."

Meerab ne un files ko dekha jo bohot zyada thin. Us ne dil mein Zaviyar ko dheron gaaliyan dein, lekin chehre par muskurahat banye rakhi. "Ji sir, ho jayega."

Meerab cabin se baahir aayi aur apne desk par baith kar tezi se kaam karne lagi. Wo dikhana chahti thi ke wo kamzor nahi hai. Computer par ungliyan chalti rahin aur waqt guzarta gaya. Dopehar ke 3 baje tak us ki peeth mein dard hone laga tha, lekin us ne himmat nahi haari.

Theek 4:30 baje, jab wo aakhri file check kar rahi thi, Zaviyar apne cabin se baahir nikla. Us ke haath mein coffee ka cup tha. Wo Meerab ke desk ke paas aakar khara ho gaya.

"Kaam kahan tak pohncha?" Us ne rukhkhai se poocha.

"Sir, bas aakhri do pages baqi hain. 5 baje se pehle poora ho jayenge," Meerab ne bina nazar uthaye jawab diya.

Zaviyar ne us ke kaam ki tezi ko dekha to andar hi andar thoda hairan hua, lekin us ka guroor yeh tasleem karne ko tayyar nahi tha. Us ne jaan booch kar apna coffee ka cup table par thoda jhatke se rakha, jis se coffee ki kuch boonden Meerab ki dhyan se banayi hui file par gir gayin.

"Oh... I am sorry," Zaviyar ne bilkul bura mane baghair kaha. "Mera dhyan nahi raha."

Meerab ne jab dekha ke us ki ghanton ki mehnat par coffee ke daagh parh chuke hain, to us ke sabar ka paimana labrez ho gaya. Wo jhatke se khari hui, us ki aankhon mein gusse ke sholay lapat rahe the.

"Aap ne yeh jaan booch kar kiya hai!" Meerab zor se boli, jis se aas-paas ke kuch employees ne bhee mudr kar dekha.

"Zuban sambhal kar baat karo, Meerab! Main tumhara boss hoon," Zaviyar ne apni aawaz ko dheema lekin dhamki-ameez rakha. "Main kyun jaan booch kar karunga?"

"Kyunke aap ek khadoos aur maghroor insan hain! Aap se kal ki baat hazam nahi ho rahi thi, isliye aap mujhe tang kar rahe hain," Meerab ne bina kisi darr ke us ki aankhon mein aankhen daal kar kaha.

Zaviyar ka chehra gusse se laal ho gaya. Us ne Meerab ke qareeb aakar kaha, "Agar naukri karni hai to tameez seekho. Yeh file dobara tayyar karo, aur jab tak yeh poori nahi hoti, tum is office se baahir nahi jaogi. It's my order!"

Zaviyar murr kar apne cabin mein chala gaya aur darwaza zor se band kar diya. Meerab wahin khari gusse se kaanp rahi thi. Us ne apne aansoo saaf kiye aur kharab page ko pharr kar phenk diya. "Theek hai, Mr. Zaviyar. Agar aap samajhte hain ke aap mujhe torr denge, to yeh aap ki bhool hai. Main yeh kaam poora kar ke hi ghar jaongi!"

Raat ke 8 baj chuke the. Poora office khali ho chuka tha, sirf Meerab ke desk ki light jal rahi thi. Cabin ke sheeshe se Zaviyar use dekh raha tha. Us ne socha tha ke larki ro parhegi ya naukri chor kar bhaag jayegi, lekin Meerab ka jazba dekh kar us ke dil mein achanak ek ajeeb sa ehsaas jaga—ek aisi larki jo us ke roab se darrti nahi thi, balki dat kar khari thi.

Zaviyar ne apna coat uthaya aur cabin se baahir nikla. Wo Meerab ke desk ke paas aakar ruka. Meerab ne abhi abhi aakhri page print nikala tha aur file band ki thi.

"Kaam ho gaya hai, sir. Yeh rahi aap ki file," Meerab ne thake hue lekin fateh-mana andaz mein file us ki taraf barhayi.

Zaviyar ne file pakri, use khol kar dekha—ek bhee galti nahi thi. Us ne bina kuch bole file band ki aur sapat lehje mein kaha, "Ghar jaane ke liye koi gaari hai? Raat zyada ho gayi hai."

"Main khud chali jaongi, mujhe aap ki fikar ki zaroorat nahi hai," Meerab ne rukhkhai se apna bag uthaya aur lift ki taraf barh gayi.

Zaviyar use jaate hue dekhta raha. Us ke labon par ek ajeeb si, halki si muskurahat aayi jo shayad us ne khud bhee mehsoos nahi ki thi. "Ziddi larki..." us ne dheere se kaha.

Unki dushmani ab ek naye morr par pohnch chuki thi, jahan nafrat ke peeche kahin na kahin ek an-jaana khichao shuru ho raha tha.

*(To be continued...)*