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Ijazat-E-Ishq Written by: Rimsha Abbasi Chapter 1: Rehman Haveli Ka Shehzada 7 September ka din tha. Aasmaan ghane badalon se dhaka hua tha. Halki thandi hawa Rehman Haveli ke khulay sehan se guzarti hui phoolon ki khushboo apne saath liye phir rahi thi. Lekin haveli ke andar bilkul alag hi mahaul tha. Har taraf afra-tafri machi hui thi. “Aray jaldi karo! Jaldi karo! Agar Zayden Sahab aa gaye aur unhon ne ye sab dekh liya na, to bohot gussa karenge. Kisi ko zinda nahi chhorenge! Jaldi kaam khatam karo!” Ek naukar ne ghabrahat mein doosre ko awaaz lagai. Sabhi naukar apne-apne kaam mein aur bhi tezi se masroof ho gaye. Koi phoolon ki sajawat theek kar raha tha, koi dining hall ki taraf bhaag raha tha, jabke kuch log haveli ke har kone ko bilkul saaf aur munazzam karne mein lage hue thay. Tabhi... Main gate ke paas kisi ki aahat hui. Sabki nazrein ek saath gate ki taraf uth gayin. Gate se ek lamba qad, broad shoulders aur purwaqar shakhs andar dakhil hua. Neeli aankhein, saaf rang, tez aur purkashish naqsh... uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa rob tha jo use bheer mein bhi sab se alag kar deta tha. White gym suit mein woh kisi riyasat ka shehzada lag raha tha. Uski chaal mein aisa aitmaad tha jaise poori haveli uske qadmon se waqif ho. Usne andar aate hi ek nazar sab naukron par daali. Bas ek nazar. Aur jaise poori haveli ki hawa tham gayi. Kisi ki himmat nahi hui ke uske saamne kuch keh sake. Woh bina kuch poochay lambay-lambay qadam uthata hua seedha apne kamre ki taraf chala gaya. Uske guzarte hi naukron ne ek doosre ki taraf dekha aur phir dobara apne kaam mein lag gaye. --- Kuch der baad... Nashtay ka waqt ho chuka tha. Rehman Haveli ke dining hall mein ghar ke sabhi afraad dastarkhwan par jama thay, lekin ek kursi abhi bhi khaali thi. Aur woh kursi kisi aam shakhs ke liye nahi thi. Sab Zayden ka intezar kar rahe thay. Ye manzar Islamabad ke DHA ka tha, jahan duniya ki bheer-bhaad se kuch door ek shandaar aur purkashish haveli apni shaan-o-shaukat ke saath khari thi. Safed rang ki buland deewarein, bade-bade sheeshay ke darwazay, khoobsurat lawns aur har taraf phaili hui khamosh shaan... Isi liye log ise aksar “White House” bhi kehte thay. Ye thi Rehman Haveli. Is haveli ke sarbaraah thay Abdul Rehman—Pakistan ke mashhoor aur ba-asar business tycoons mein se ek. Unka karobar Pakistan se nikal kar duniya ke kai mulkon tak phail chuka tha aur har guzarte saal ke saath unka business empire mazeed mazboot hota ja raha tha. Unki begum, Sakina Rehman, ek nihayat shaista aur mohabbat bhari khatoon thin. Abdul Rehman aur Sakina Rehman ke teen bachay thay. Sab se bara beta — Zayden Shah. Doosra beta — Zaram Shah. Aur sab se choti, ghar ki laadli — Tahmeem Shah. Tahmeem abhi university ki student thi aur waqalat ki taleem hasil kar rahi thi. Jabke Zayden aur Zaram apni taleem mukammal karne ke baad apne walid ke business ko sambhalne mein unka haath bata rahe thay. “Uffffo, Ammi!” Tahmeem ne bechaini se apni walida ko dekha. “Aur kitna intezar karna hoga bhai ka? Mujhe bohot bhook lagi hai. Pait mein choohon ki jang chal rahi hai! Jaldi bulayein na bhai ko. Mujhe university bhi jana hai aur uske baad court bhi.” Sakina Begum uski baatein sun kar muskuraye baghair na reh sakin. “Bas karo Tahmeem. Tumhare bhai aa jayenge. Har waqt jaldi machaye rakhti ho.” “Lekin Ammi—” Tahmeem ki baat abhi mukammal bhi nahi hui thi ke achanak kisi ne uske sar par halki si chapat lagayi. “Ouch!” Tahmeem ne foran peechay mud kar dekha. Samne Zaram khara tha. Usne gusse se apne bhai ko dekha, phir foran apna masoom sa chehra banaya aur seedhi ja kar apne Baba ke seenay se lag gayi. “Baba!” Abdul Rehman ne hairani se uski taraf dekha. “Kya hua meri beti?” Tahmeem ne nakli aansu aankhon mein bharte hue shikayat ki, “Baba, dekhein na! Bhai ne mujhe kitni zor se mara hai.” Zaram ne aankhein band kar ke gehri saans li. Ya Allah... Woh jaanta tha ke ab uski khair nahi. Dil hi dil mein usne socha, “Isay wakeel nahi, actor hona chahiye tha. Kya zabardast acting karti hai! Awein hamare paise waqalat par zaya kar rahi hai.” Woh chup-chaap kursi kheench kar baith gaya. Usay pata tha ke Tahmeem ki acting ke baad ab uski class lagne wali hai. Lekin usse pehle hi... Dining hall mein ek bhari aur purwaqar awaaz goonji. “Kis ne meri guriya ko rulaya hai?” Sab ne ek saath darwazay ki taraf dekha. Zayden andar dakhil ho raha tha. Hamesha ki tarah purwaqar aur be-had purkashish. Usne safed cotton ka kurta pehna hua tha jo uski personality par khoob janch raha tha. Baal saleeqay se set thay, kalai par mehngi ghari bandhi thi aur kandhay par siyah shawl tha. Uske chehre par halki si muskurahat thi, magar aankhon mein wahi purana rob. Zayden ne sab ko salam kiya aur seedha Tahmeem ki taraf badha. “Ab kya hua meri guriya ko?” Tahmeem ne foran apna mun phula liya. “Bhai, dekhein na... Zaram ne mujhe mara.” Zaram ne foran bechaini se kaha, “Bhai, iski baat par yaqeen mat karna. Main ne bas halki si chapat lagayi thi.” Zayden ne aankhein tang kar ke Zaram ko dekha. “Halki si?” Zaram ne foran sar hila diya. “Bilkul halki si.” Tahmeem ne mun bana kar kaha, “Bohot zor se!” Zayden ke honton par muskurahat aa gayi. “Achha? To phir faisla baad mein hoga.” “Bhai!” Tahmeem khushi se hans di. Zayden ne pyar se uske sar par haath rakha aur uske sar par bosa diya. “Chalo, ab meri guriya nashta karegi.” Tahmeem khushi se apni kursi par baith gayi. Zaram ne aasman ki taraf dekha. “Mujhe pehle hi pata tha... is ghar mein meri koi izzat nahi.” Sab hans diye. Kuch hi dair mein nashtay ki mez par dobara pur-sukoon mahaul qayam ho gaya. Lekin Abdul Rehman ke zehan mein kuch aur hi chal raha tha. Nashta karte hue unhon ne Zayden ki taraf dekha. “Nashtay ke baad study mein aana, Zayden.” Zayden ne apni nazrein uthakar Baba ko dekha. “Ji?” “Zaroori baat karni hai.” Abdul Rehman ki awaaz mein sanjeedgi thi. Zayden kuch pal unhein dekhta raha. Woh samajh gaya tha ke baat aam nahi thi. Phir bhi usne sirf itna kaha, “Ji, Baba.” Aur dobara nashtay mein masroof ho gaya. --- Nashta khatam ho chuka tha. Tahmeem apna handbag sambhalte hue Zaram ke peechay peechay chal rahi thi. “Zaram!” Zaram ne palat kar dekha. “Kya hai?” “Pehle mujhe university drop karna. Uske baad office jana.” “Khud gaari chala kar nahi ja sakti?” “Nahi.” “Driver hai.” “Uske saath nahi jana.” “Kyoon?” Tahmeem ne aankhein ghuma kar kaha, “Bas nahi jana. Aur agar tumne mujhe university nahi chhoda na, to main Baba ko sab bata dungi jo tum bahar karte phirte ho.” Zaram ke qadam wahin ruk gaye. Usne dheere se palat kar Tahmeem ko dekha. “Tum mujhe dhamki de rahi ho?” Tahmeem ne masoomiyat se kandhay uchkaye. “Main? Nahi to.” Zaram ne uske gaal kheench diye. “Bohot badi wakeel ban rahi ho!” “Aah! Bhai!” Tahmeem cheekhi. Zaram hansta hua gate ki taraf bhaaga. “Jaldi aao, warna main yahin chhor jaunga!” “Bhai rukain!” Tahmeem bhi apna samaan uthaye uske peechay bhaag gayi. Sakina Begum door khari dono ko dekh kar muskurati rahin. --- Udhar... Zayden dheere-dheere study ki taraf ja raha tha. Darwazay ke saamne pohanch kar usne halki si dastak di. “Andar aao.” Baba ki awaaz sunai di. Zayden ne darwaza khola aur andar dakhil ho gaya. Kamre mein hamesha ki tarah gehri khamoshi thi. Abdul Rehman khirki ke paas kharay bahar ka manzar dekh rahe thay. Unke haath mein cigar thi aur uska dhuwan dheere-dheere hawa mein ghul raha tha. Zayden ne sofa par baithte hue kaha, “Ji Baba, boliye. Kya baat karni thi?” Abdul Rehman ne bina palte kaha, “Wahan table par ek file pari hai. Uthao aur dekho.” Zayden ki nazar table par rakhi file par padi. Usne foran haath barhaya aur file utha li. File kholi. Andar ek tasveer thi. Saath hi ek paper tha jis par kisi ki tafseel likhi hui thi. Zayden ki nazar tasveer par padi. Ek lamhay ke liye uska chehra bilkul be-taassur raha. Phir... Uski aankhon ka rang badalne laga. Neeli aankhon mein achanak gussa ubhar aaya. Usne paper dobara dekha. Phir tasveer. Jaise usay apni aankhon par yaqeen hi na aa raha ho. Uski ungliyan file ke kinaray par mazbooti se jam gayin. “Baba... ye...” Awaaz mein gussa saaf mehsoos ho raha tha. Agle hi pal usne file zor se band ki aur table par phenki. Kamre ki khamoshi ek dum toot gayi. Abdul Rehman ab bhi khirki ke paas kharay thay. Zayden ki aankhon mein shiddat thi. Uske zehan mein jaise das saal purani koi yaad achanak zinda ho gayi thi. Uski saanson ka utaar-chadhaav tez ho gaya. Aur phir... Uske honton se ek naam nikla. Ek aisa naam jise sunte hi uske andar daba hua gussa aur bhi bhadak utha. “Aaira...” Kamre mein dobara khamoshi chha gayi. Magar is baar ye khamoshi kisi toofan se pehle ki khamoshi thi. To Be Continued...