Shadi Ka Bakra

 

Chapter 1 — Doosri Pasand

Subah ke das baje the. Lahore ke ek mashhoor business district mein Mahnoor apne office mein tezi se aage peeche tehli rahi thi. Uske haath mein ek clipboard thi, jis par usne mukhtalif rangon ke highlighters se notes lagaye hue the. Mahnoor sheher ki sab se top event planner thi. Shadiyan, engagements aur corporate events, woh sab kuch bohot hi perfection ke sath plan karti thi. Uska rule bohot sakht tha: "Kaam mein koi ghalti nahi, koi bahana nahi, aur koi der nahi." 

Uske office ke bahar uske staff ke chehre par hamesha ek dar sa hota tha, kyunki Mahnoor kisi bhi choti si ghalti par sakht naraz ho jati thi. Aaj unhein sheher ke sab se ameer aur takatwar khandan, Malik Sahab ke bete ki shadi ka project mila tha. Yeh project Mahnoor ke liye sirf ek kaam nahi tha, balke uski zindagi ka sab se bara muqabla tha. Uske walid ka medical karza (loan) bohot barh chuka tha, aur yeh project usay is karze se nijat dilwa sakta tha.

"Zara, kya tumne phoolon ka supplier confirm kiya?" Mahnoor ne apni assistant ki taraf dekhte hue tez awaz mein poocha.

"Jee ma'am, sab kuch confirm hai. Theme ke hisaab se laal aur sonay ke rang ke phool aayenge." Zara ne darte hue jawab diya.

"Rang bilkul perfect hone chahiye. Agar ek bhi phool kharab hua, toh woh mujhe qabool nahi hoga. Yeh Malik Sahab ki shadi hai, koi aam shaadi nahi." Mahnoor ne kaha aur apna bag utha kar office se bahar chal di. Aaj unhein Malik Sahab ke farm house jana tha, apna presentation dene ke liye.

Wahan doosri taraf sheher ke ek aur mashhoor event planner, Bilal ka office tha. Magar Bilal ka office Mahnoor ke office se bilkul mukhtalif tha. Wahan har taraf rang birange kapre, purani gaariyon ke number plate, aur creative cheezein bikhri hui thin. Bilal sheher ka sab se creative aur laparwah planner tha. Uske paas Mahnoor jaisa strict system nahi tha, magar uske ideas itne zabardast hote the ke log uske peeche pagal hote the. Woh kaam ko bojh ki tarah nahi, balke maza le kar karta tha. 

"Bhai, yeh lights ka kya scene hai? Malik Sahab ki shadi hai, koi circus nahi." Bilal ka dost aur sathi, Rohan, uski table par rakhi lights dekh kar bola.

Bilal hansa. "Arre Rohan, thora creative hona chahiye. Woh purane zamane wali lights nahi lagayenge. Main unke farm house ke lawn ko ek khwabon ki duniya banane wala hoon. Traditional aur modern ka mixture. Malik Sahab ka beta khush ho jayega."

"Aur agar Mahnoor ki tarah strict photographer bhi wahan aayi toh?" Rohan ne maskhara bhari muskurahat ke sath kaha.

Bilal ne apna jacket pehna aur apne baalon ko theek kiya. "Mahnoor? Woh perfectionist larki? Main uske dushman ko bhi kaam nahi dunga. Khair, aaj Malik Sahab ko main apna idea dikhane ja raha hoon. Dua karo jeet jaaun."

Dopahar ke do baje the. Malik Sahab ke farm house ka main hall bohot shandar tha. Mahnoor apne sab se achay kapre pehne, ek proper formal suit mein, apna laptop aur presentation file le kar wahan pahunchi. Usne dekha ke wahan pehle se koi baithe hue tha. Jab woh qareeb gayi toh usay dekh kar uske chehre par ghussa aa gaya. 

Wahan Bilal baitha hua tha, ek kafi casual shirt aur jeans mein, haath mein ek coffee ka cup pakre hue, Malik Sahab ke bete ke sath hansi mazaq kar raha tha. 

"Yeh laparwah larka yahan kya kar raha hai?" Mahnoor ne apne dil mein socha aur ghussa se apne hont bhinc liye. 

Bilal ne bhi usay dekha aur ek shokhi bhari muskurahat ke sath bola, "Aaiye Aaiye Mahnoor Sahiba. Aap toh hamesha ki tarah waqt par hain. Main toh soch raha tha aaj aap thori der se aayengi."

Mahnoor ne usay koi jawab nahi diya aur Malik Sahab ka intezar karne lagi. 

Thori der baad Malik Sahab aaye. Woh ek boorhay aur bohot shareef insaan the. Unhon ne dono ko dekh kar muskura kar kaha, "Acha hua aap dono aagaye. Main aap dono ki mehnat aur kaam ko janta hoon. Aaj main aap dono ki presentation sunna chahta hoon."

Mahnoor ne sab se pehle apni presentation start ki. Usne apni file kholi aur bohot hi tarteeb ke sath apna plan samjhaya. Phoolon ki tarteeb, khane ka menu, mehmanon ke baithne ka intezam, sab kuch is tarah bataya jaise ek perfect machine ka plan ho. Malik Sahab bohot mutasir huye. "Mahnoor beti, aap ne toh kamaal kar diya. Bilkul baghair kisi ghalti ke plan banaya hai."

Ab Bilal ki bari thi. Bilal ne apna laptop khola aur ek aisi presentation shuru ki jise dekh kar Malik Sahab ki aankhein khul gayin. Bilal ne bataya ke woh hall ko kaise ek roushan khwabon ki duniya banayega. Usne traditional phoolon ke sath sath modern neon lights ka idea diya, aur mehmanon ke liye ek aisi sitting area banai jahan sab kuch alag ho. Uske ideas bohot hi naye aur dilchasp the. Malik Sahab ke chehre par ek alag hi khushi thi.

"Bilal beta, aap ka idea toh waqai bohot hi zabardast hai. Is mein ek alag hi jaan hai." Malik Sahab ne kaha.

Mahnoor ka chehra utar gaya. Usay laga ke Bilal us se aage nikal gaya hai. Usay laga ke uske perfect plan ke samne Bilal ka creative plan jeet gaya.

Malik Sahab dono ke chehron ko ghour se dekhne lage. Phir woh ek gehri saans le kar bole, "Mahnoor, tumhare paas perfection hai. Aur Bilal, tumhare paas creativity hai. Main chahta hoon ke is shaadi ko tum dono mil kar plan karo."

Mahnoor aur Bilal dono ek sath cheekh pade, "Kya?"

Mahnoor ne foran apni kursi se uth kar kaha, "Malik Sahab, main akele sab kuch manage kar sakti hoon. Mujhe kisi ki zaroorat nahi hai."

Bilal bhi hansa aur bola, "Aur main akele hi isay ek yaadgar shaadi bana sakta hoon. Mujhe kisi strict larki ki zaroorat nahi."

Malik Sahab ne dono ko chup karaya. "Yeh mera faisla hai. Agar tum dono mil kar isay plan nahi karoge, toh main kisi ko bhi yeh project nahi dunga. Main chahta hoon ke aaj se tum dono ek team ban kar kaam karo. Kal se aap dono ka kaam shuru hota hai. Woh farm house aap dono ka office hoga."

Mahnoor ke liye yeh ek bohot bara sadma tha. Woh apni zindagi mein kisi laparwah aur be-tarteeb larke ke sath kaam nahi karna chahti thi. Magar yeh project uske karze ka hal tha. Usay apna ghussa peena parha.

Bahar farm house se nikalte hue Mahnoor aur Bilal dono ka aamna saamna hua. 

Mahnoor ne ghussa se Bilal ki taraf dekha. "Suno Bilal, main tumhare sath kaam karungi, magar tum mujhe kisi qeemat par pasand nahi aaye ho. Aur tum meri limits cross mat karna. Main perfect kaam karti hoon, aur main is project ko tumhari laparwahi ki wajah se kharab nahi hone dungi."

Bilal ne apni coffee ki chuski li aur ek shokhi bhari muskurahat ke sath kaha, "Aur tum sun lo Mahnoor Sahiba, main tumhare rule book ke mutabiq nahi chalunga. Is shaadi ko khubsurat main banaunga. Tum perfect aur main creative, dekhte hain kaun jeetta hai."

Yeh keh kar Bilal apni gaari mein baith kar wahan se chala gaya. Mahnoor apni gaari ki taraf gai, uske haath kaanp rahe the. Usay pata tha ke agle kuch hafte uski zindagi ka sab se bara imtihan hone wala hai. Usay aur Bilal ko mil kar kaam karna tha, jise dono bilkul bardasht nahi kar sakte the. 

Chapter 2 — Takhleeq aur Tadbeer

Agli subah aath baje Mahnoor Malik Sahab ke farm house pahunch gayi. Usne apni gaari se utar kar farm house ke bare lawn ko dekha aur gehri saans li. Usay pata tha ke aaj se uski zindagi ka sab se mushkil project shuru ho raha hai. Uske haath mein uski purani clipboard thi, jis par usne aaj ka poora schedule likha hua tha. Woh poori tarah tayyar thi apna perfect plan implement karne ke liye.

Mahnoor ne dekha ke farm house par abhi sirf kuch mazdoor kaam kar rahe the. Usne apni team ko bulaya aur unhein hidayaat dena shuru ki. "Dekho, phoolon ka sara intezam main ne khud check karna hai. Koi bhi phool agar murjha hua mila, toh woh foran hata diya jaye. Aur mehmanon ki seating arrangement ka khayal rakho, maine jo map banaya hai, bilkul usi hisaab se rakho."

Uske staff ne sar hilaya aur kaam mein lag gaye. Mahnoor ne apna laptop khola aur kaam mein masroof ho gayi.

Aadhe ghante baad Bilal apni car se aaya. Usne apni purani jeep se utar kar apne baalon ko hawa mein udaya aur ek gehri jamhai li. Usne dekha ke Mahnoor apni team ke sath khari kaam mein lagi hui hai. Bilal muskuraya aur apna bag utha kar uske paas gaya.

"Subah subah itni mehnat? Mahnoor Sahiba, aap toh waqai bohot serious hain." Bilal ne mazak mein kaha.

Mahnoor ne uski taraf dekh kar aankhein tang kar li. "Main serious hoon, Bilal. Aur main chahti hoon ke tum bhi thora serious ho jao. Yeh koi khel nahi hai. Malik Sahab ki shaadi hai, aur main is project ko kisi bhi haal mein kharab nahi hone dungi."

Bilal ne apna coffee ka cup uski taraf barha diya. "Chill karo Mahnoor. Thori coffee piyo, dimagh thanda hoga. Aur waise bhi, main apna kaam jaanta hoon. Mera creativity hi is shaadi ko ek yaadgar bana dega."

Mahnoor ne coffee lene se inkar kar diya. "Mujhe tumhari creativity se koi masla nahi hai. Masla yeh hai ke tumharay paas koi discipline nahi hai. Kaam ko kaam ki tarah karo, mazaq nahi."

Bilal ne kandha jhatka aur apna bag le kar lawn ke doosre kone mein chala gaya, jahan uski team kaam kar rahi thi.

Din guzarta gaya. Mahnoor aur Bilal ke beech ka takrao barhta gaya. Ek taraf Mahnoor sab kuch perfect chahti thi, jabke doosri taraf Bilal kuch naye aur ajeeb ideas la raha tha. 

Mahnoor ne jab dekha ke Bilal ke log lawn mein ajeeb tarah ki neon lights laga rahe hain, toh usay ghussa aa gaya. Woh tezi se Bilal ke paas gayi. "Yeh kya ho raha hai Bilal? Malik Sahab ki shaadi ek traditional shaadi hai. Tum yeh ajeeb se neon lights kyun laga rahe ho? Isse poora decor kharab ho jayega."

Bilal ne apna kaam rok kar uski taraf dekha. "Mahnoor, yeh neon lights purane zamane ke phoolon ke sath mil kar ek bohot hi khoobsurat aur modern look denge. Yeh ek fusion hoga. Aap isay samjhengi nahi."

"Main samajhna nahi chahti. Mujhe tumhari yeh fusion wali baatein samajh nahi aati. Is kaam ko meri tarah karo." Mahnoor ne ghussa se kaha.

Bilal bhi thora serious ho gaya. "Dekho Mahnoor, Malik Sahab ne mujhe isliye bulaya hai kyunki main naye ideas laata hoon. Agar tumhein sab kuch apne hi hisaab se karna tha, toh Malik Sahab ne tumhein akela kyun nahi rakha? Thora mere ideas ko bhi jagah do."

Mahnoor ke paas koi jawab nahi tha. Woh ghussa se wahan se chali gayi.

Dopahar ke waqt ek bohot bara masla khara ho gaya. Bilal ki team ek bohot hi mehnga aur bara crystal centerpiece (shisha ka ek bara tukda jo table ke beech mein rakhna tha) utha kar la rahi thi. Yeh centerpiece Malik Sahab ne khaas taur par bahar se mangwaya tha. Bilal khud uske paas khara tha. Woh apne dost Rohan se kuch hansi mazaq mein baat kar raha tha.

Achanak Bilal ka dhyan bhatka aur usne ghalti se us mazdoor ke haath ko takra diya jo centerpiece utha kar la raha tha. Woh bara crystal ka tukda mazdoor ke haath se choot gaya aur zor se zameen par gira.

Ek bohot bari "Dharam" ki awaz hui aur woh mehnga centerpiece chur chur ho gaya. 

Mahnoor jis waqt wahan aayi, usne apni aankhon par yaqeen nahi kiya. Uska chehra safaid pad gaya. Woh daud kar wahan pahunchi aur toote hue crystal ko dekha. Uske aansu uski aankhon mein aa gaye. Yeh centerpiece uski puri tayyari ka sab se ahem hissa tha, aur ab yeh toot chuka tha.

Mahnoor ne ghussa se Bilal ki taraf dekha. "Tumne yeh kya kiya Bilal? Tumhein pata hai yeh kitna mehnga tha? Malik Sahab ne isay khaas taur par mangwaya tha! Tumhari laparwahi ne sab kuch barbaad kar diya!"

Bilal bhi ghabra gaya tha. "Mahnoor, main... maine aisa jaan boojh kar nahi kiya. Woh ittefaq tha."

"Mujhe tumhare ittefaq se koi gharz nahi hai! Tumhein apna dhyan rakhna chahiye tha. Tum hamesha mazaq mein rehte ho, aur dekho aaj kya ho gaya. Ab yeh centerpiece kaise theek hoga? Malik Sahab ko kya jawab denge hum?" Mahnoor rote hue keh rahi thi.

Bilal ne kuch der us toote hue crystal ko dekha. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si sanjeedgi thi. Phir usne dheere se kaha, "Mahnoor, tum fikar mat karo. Main isay theek kar dunga."

"Kaise theek karoge? Yeh chur chur ho chuka hai! Isay koi jod nahi sakta." Mahnoor ne ghussa se kaha.

Bilal ne apni jeb se rumaal nikala aur Mahnoor ki taraf barha diya. "Pahle apne aansu ponchho. Main tumhein batata hoon."

Bilal ne foran apni team ko bulaya. Usne toote hue crystal ke tukron ko ikatha kiya aur unhein ek taraf rakhne ko kaha. Usne apne ek sathi ko kaha ke woh sheher se kuch sheeshe ke chote chote tukde aur ek special glue le kar aaye. 

Phir Bilal ne wahan mojood ek lakri ki bari mez par sara toota hua crystal bicha diya. Usne usay ek naye design ki tarah sajaya. Jab uske sathi sheeshe ke tukde aur glue le kar aaye, toh Bilal ne un sab ko jod kar ek bohot hi khoobsurat mosaic (sheeshon ka art) bana diya. Usne toote hue crystal ke tukron ko is tarah joda ke woh ek khoobsurat phool ki shakal ka lagne laga. 

Mahnoor apni aankhon ko yaqeen nahi aa raha tha. Bilal ne jo kuch kiya, woh waqai kamaal ka tha. Usne ek aafat ko ek khoobsurat cheez mein badal diya. 

Bilal ne woh naya centerpiece uthaya aur table ke beech mein rakh diya. Woh ab pehle se bhi zyada khoobsurat lag raha tha. 

Bilal ne Mahnoor ki taraf dekha aur kaha, "Dekha Mahnoor, kabhi kabhi toot kar bhi kuch naya aur khoobsurat ban jata hai. Isay perfection nahi kehte, isay creativity kehte hain."

Mahnoor kuch der us naye centerpiece ko dekhti rahi. Uske dil mein Bilal ke liye ek ajab si izzat paida ho gayi. Usne Bilal ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein ab thora sa ghussa nahi tha. 

"Bilal, tumne waqai isay theek kar diya. Main... main waqai mutasir hoon." Mahnoor ne dheere se kaha.

Bilal hansa. "Ab maan lo ke thori si creativity bhi zaroori hoti hai."

Mahnoor ne halki si muskurahat di. Yeh pehli baar tha jab usne Bilal ko ghussa nahi kiya tha. 

Sham ko jab woh ghar wapas ja rahe the, Mahnoor ka dil ajeeb sa tha. Usay Bilal ki woh baat yaad aa rahi thi. Usay laga ke Bilal jitna laparwah dikhta hai, utna hai nahi. Uske andar ek chhupa hua hunar hai. Magar usne khud ko sambhala aur apne aap se kaha, "Main uski tareef nahi karungi, woh abhi bhi laparwah hai."

Usay nahi pata tha ke Bilal bhi uske bare mein soch raha tha. Woh apni gaari mein baith kar soch raha tha ke Mahnoor kitni sakht hai, magar uski mehnat aur lagan waqai qabil-e-tareef hai. Usay bhi Mahnoor ke liye ek ajab si izzat mehsoos hui.

Yeh pehla din tha jab dono ke dilon mein ek doosre ke liye ek choti si narmi paida hui thi, chahe woh isay tasleem karein ya na karein.

Chapter 3 — Bara Imtihan

Shadi se sirf teen din baqi the. Farm house par kaam apne urooj par tha. Mahnoor ne subah saat baje se hi apni team ko lagaya hua tha. Har koi tezi se apna kaam kar raha tha. Phoolon ki tarteeb, lights ka intezam aur mehmanon ki seating, sab kuch perfect hona tha. Mahnoor ki aankhon mein thakan thi, magar uske hausle buland the. Woh har choti cheez ko khud check kar rahi thi.

Dopahar ke do baje the. Mahnoor apni team ke sath main hall mein khari thi. Achanak uska mobile baja. Screen par unke khaas phoolon ke supplier ka naam tha. Mahnoor ne foran call uthai. 

"Hello, Aslam bhai. Phoolon ki gaari kab tak pahunchegi? Aaj shaam tak sab kuch tayyar hona chahiye tha." Mahnoor ne tez awaz mein poocha.

Doosri taraf se ek ghabraya hua sath aaya. "Mahnoor baji, bohot bara masla ho gaya hai. Hamari gaari jo phool le kar aa rahi thi, usay raaste mein accident ho gaya hai. Gaari ka driver zakhmi hai aur saare phool kharab ho gaye hain. Main abhi kisi doosre sheher se phool mangwa raha tha, magar shadi ke liye itne kam waqt mein itne saare fresh phool milna namumkin hai."

Mahnoor ke haath se mobile chootne laga. Uska chehra safaid pad gaya. "Kya? Aslam bhai, aap mazak kar rahe hain? Aap ko pata hai teen din baad shadi hai? Aap ne aisa kaise ho sakta hai?" Mahnoor ki awaz bhari hui thi.

"Baji, main bohot sharminda hoon. Magar yeh ek haadsa tha. Main koshish kar raha hoon, magar mujhe kisi aur se rabta karna parega." Aslam ne maafi maangi aur call kat gayi.

Mahnoor ne mobile jeb mein rakha aur apna sar deewar par tikaya. Usay laga jaise zameen uske pairon se khisak gayi ho. Yeh shaadi uski zindagi ka sab se bara project thi. Agar yeh kharab hui, toh uski izzat mitti mein mil jayegi aur uske walid ka karza bhi nahi utar payega. 

Tabhi achanak mausam ne karwat li. Aasman par kaale baadal chaa gaye. Tez hawa chalne lagi. Dekhte hi dekhte aasman se moti moti boondein girti shuru ho gayin. Tez aandhi ke sath barish shuru ho gayi. Farm house ke lawn mein jo kuch bhi khara tha, woh hawa ke sath udne laga. Tents hilne lage, aur phoolon ki mehandi wali decoration jo abhi tak lagai gayi thi, woh barish aur hawa ki wajah se tabah hone lagi.

Mahnoor ki team cheekhne lagi. "Ma'am, barish! Aandhi! Tents hil rahe hain!" 

Mahnoor daud kar bahar aayi. Usne apni aankhon se woh tabahi dekhi jo kisi badkhuwab se kam nahi thi. Har taraf pani hi pani tha. Uske staff ke chehre par dar tha. Koi kisi ko sambhal raha tha, koi bachane ki koshish kar raha tha. Mahnoor ke aansu uski aankhon se behne lage. Usay samajh nahi aa raha tha ke woh kya kare.

Wahan se thora door Bilal apni team ke sath ek tent ke neechay khara tha. Usne bhi yeh tabahi dekhi. Usne apni team ko foran hidayaat di, "Jao, jo bhi mehfooz ho sakta hai, usay andar le jao. Jaldi karo!"

Bilal daud kar Mahnoor ke paas aaya. Mahnoor barish mein bheegi hui khari thi, uske chehre par pani aur aansu dono the. Woh apne mobile par kisi ko call kar rahi thi, magar network nahi tha. Uske haath kaanp rahe the.

Bilal ne uske paas ja kar uski awaz ko suna. "Mera kuch nahi ho sakta Bilal. Sab kuch tabah ho gaya. Aslam ki gaari ka accident ho gaya. Phool nahi aaye. Aur ab yeh barish. Main na kya karoon? Meri zindagi tabah ho gayi."

Bilal ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh us se nahi lara. Woh us se nahi hansa. Usne bas dheere se kaha, "Mahnoor, himmat rakho. Main hoon na. Tum ro mat, main sab kuch theek kar dunga."

Mahnoor ne uski taraf dekha. Usay yaqeen nahi aaya ke Bilal aisa keh raha hai. "Tum kaise theek karoge Bilal? Sab kuch khatam ho chuka hai. Yeh barish rukne ka naam nahi le rahi. Teesra din hai. Kya hoga?"

Bilal ne uske kandhay par dheere se haath rakha. "Mujh par bharosa karo. Main abhi aata hoon." 

Yeh keh kar Bilal barish mein bheegta hua bhaaga. Woh apni jeep mein baith kar tezi se gaari start ki. Usne apne phone se kisi ko call lagayi. "Rohan, suno, mujhe foran Shekhupura road par phoolon ke sab se bare market le chalo. Aur haan, kuch mazdooron ko bhi bhej do farm house par. Mujhe abhi jaana hai."

Bilal raat bhar barish mein bheegta raha. Usne Shekhupura ke phoolon ke mandi ke sab se bare supplier ko raat ke teen baje jagaya. Usne usay paanch guna zyada paise de kar kuch fresh phool apne sath liye. Phir woh wapas farm house aaya. Wahan uski team aur kuch mazdoor pehle se mojood the. 

Bilal ne sab ko hidayaat di, "Jaldi karo, abhi bhi waqt hai. Tents ko theek karo, pani nikalo. Aur jo kuch phool bach sakte hain, unhein sambhalo. Main naye phool le aaya hoon."

Subah tak Bilal aur uski team barish mein kaam karti rahi. Bilal ne apni puri taqat lagi di. Usne khud zameen par baith kar phoolon ki tarteeb lagayi. Jab barish thori kam hui, toh usne nayi mehndi ki decoration shuru ki. 

Subah ke chhay baje, barish ruk gayi aur aasman saaf ho gaya. Dhoop nikhri toh farm house wapas apni roshni mein damak utha.

Mahnoor apne ghar se lauti. Woh raat bhar so nahi payi thi. Usay lag raha tha ke shayad sab kuch tabah ho chuka hoga. Jab woh farm house pahunchi, toh usne apni aankhon par yaqeen nahi kiya. 

Farm house bilkul saaf tha. Tents apni jagah par the. Phoolon ki nayi aur bohot hi khoobsurat decoration lagai ja chuki thi. Wahan har taraf naye phoolon ki khushbu thi. Aur Bilal, ek kone mein baith kar thaka hua tha. Uske kapre keechar mein bhare hue the, uske baal bikhre hue the aur uske chehre par thakan ke aasaar the. Magar jab usne Mahnoor ko dekha, toh woh muskura diya.

"Lo, maine kaha tha na, main sab theek kar dunga. Ab tumhari perfection aur meri creativity, dono ka mil kar ek behtareen result aaya hai."

Mahnoor kuch der wahan khari rahi. Uske andar ka ghuroor, uski zidd, uski nafrat, sab kuch ek pal mein khatam ho gaya. Usne apne aansu ponchhe aur Bilal ke paas gayi. 

"Bilal, tumne... tumne yeh sab kaise kiya? Tum raat bhar barish mein kaam karte rahe? Yeh sab tumne kaise manage kiya?"

Bilal ne apne kapron ki keechar ko jhaara aur hansa. "Jab kisi ki izzat ka sawal ho, toh insaan sab kuch kar sakta hai Mahnoor. Tumne mujhe bata diya tha ke yeh tumhare liye kitna ahem hai. Is liye main isay kharab nahi hone de sakta tha."

Mahnoor ke aansu uske gale mein atak gaye. Usay samajh nahi aa raha tha ke woh kya kahe. Usne Bilal ke liye thandi lassi ka glass mangwaya aur uski taraf barha diya. "Yeh piyo, tum thak gaye ho."

Bilal ne lassi ka glass pakra aur uski taraf dekha. Usne muskura kar kaha, "Ab mujhe tumhari strictness ki aadat ho gayi hai Mahnoor. Waise bhi, ab hum dono ka saath hai, aur hum yeh shadi zaroor kamyab karenge."

Mahnoor ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Usay ehsaas hua ke Bilal jitna laparwah dikhta hai, utna hai nahi. Uske andar ek bohot acha insaan hai jo doosron ke liye kuch bhi kar sakta hai. Uske dil ke kone mein Bilal ke liye ek nayi izzat paida ho gayi. 

Mahnoor ne dheere se kaha, "Shukriya Bilal. Tumne aaj mujhe bacha liya."

Bilal ne lassi ki chuski li aur apni aankhon se muskura kar kaha, "Bas ab mujhe apna shukriya ada karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Chalo, ab kaam par lag jao. Malik Sahab ki shaadi hai, time kam hai."

Mahnoor halki si muskurai. Yeh pehli baar tha ke usne Bilal ki baat maan li thi aur usne apne dil se uski izzat ki thi. 

Usay nahi pata tha ke Bilal bhi uske bare mein soch raha tha. Woh janta tha ke Mahnoor kitni sakht aur perfectionist hai, magar usne dekha ke woh waqai apne kaam ke liye kitni jaan laga deti hai. Uske dil mein bhi Mahnoor ke liye ek narmi thi. Magar dono ne abhi tak apne jazbaat ka izhar nahi kiya tha.

Chapter 4 — Dil Ki Deewarein

Barish wali raat ke baad farm house ka mahaul badal chuka tha. Mahnoor aur Bilal ke beech ki woh sakht dushmani ab kuch narm si ho gayi thi. Ab unka kaam mil kar hota tha. Mahnoor ab bhi perfectionist thi, magar ab usne Bilal ke creative ideas ko thora sa space dena shuru kar diya tha. Aur Bilal bhi ab kaam ke maamle mein thora serious ho gaya tha.

Shadi se ab sirf ek din baqi tha. Farm house par sab kuch apni jagah par lag chuka tha. Mahnoor apni team ke sath aakhri checking kar rahi thi. Usne Bilal ko dekha jo apni team ko kisi nayi light ki setting ke bare mein bata raha tha. Bilal ne Mahnoor ko dekha aur ek muskurahat ke sath haath hilaya. Mahnoor ne bhi halki si muskurahat di aur apna kaam continue karne lagi.

Dopahar ke waqt Mahnoor ka mobile baja. Screen par 'City Hospital' ka naam tha. Mahnoor ka chehra foran utar gaya. Usne apni team se kaha ke woh thori dair ke liye bahar ja rahi hai, aur woh farm house ke bahar khali jagah par call uthane chali gayi.

"Hello, main Mahnoor bol rahi hoon." Usne kaanpti awaz mein kaha.

Doosri taraf se ek sakht awaz aayi. "Mahnoor bibi, hum aapko yaad dilana chahte hain ke aap ke walid ka ilaaj ka bill kafi arsa se baqi hai. Hospital administration ne faisla kiya hai ke agar is hafte tak payment nahi hui, toh unka ilaaj rok diya jayega. Aap ko koi aur intezar nahi karna chahiye."

Mahnoor ke haath kaanpne lage. Uske aansu uski aankhon mein aa gaye. "Sir, please aap thora intezar kar lein. Main ek bari shaadi ka project kar rahi hoon. Payment milte hi main aapka sara bill clear kar dungi. Please mere walid ka ilaaj mat rokiye." Usne rote hue kaha.

"Mahnoor bibi, humein koi farq nahi parta ke aap kya kar rahi hain. Hospital ke rules hain. Agar payment nahi hui, toh ilaaj band." Yeh keh kar call kat gayi.

Mahnoor ne call kat kar apna sar deewar par tikaya. Woh phoot kar rone lagi. Uske walid uski zindagi ka sab se bara sahara the. Unhein ek laailaj bimari thi, aur unka ilaaj bohot mehnga tha. Mahnoor din raat kaam karti thi taake woh unka ilaaj karwa sake. Yeh Malik Sahab ka project uske liye ek doosra mauqa tha, magar ab usay dar tha ke agar bill nahi hua toh sab kuch khatam ho jayega.

Usay nahi pata tha ke Bilal uske peeche khara tha. Bilal bahar aaya tha apni team ko koi hidayat dene, aur usne Mahnoor ko phone par rote hue dekh liya. Usne suna ke Mahnoor kisi hospital se baat kar rahi hai aur kisi ke ilaaj ke bare mein keh rahi hai. Jab Mahnoor andar chali gayi, toh Bilal ne apni team ke ek sathi se kaha ke woh Zara ko bulaye.

Zara ghabra kar Bilal ke paas aayi. "Jee Bilal sir, aap ne mujhe bulaya?"

Bilal ne narmi se poocha. "Zara, Mahnoor kisi hospital se baat kar rahi thi. Uske walid ki tabiyat kharab hai kya? Aur usay paison ki zaroorat hai?"

Zara kuch der khamosh rahi. Woh Mahnoor ki assistant thi aur uski izzat karti thi. Magar usne Bilal ki aankhon mein sachi fikar dekhi. Usne dheere se kaha. "Bilal sir, Mahnoor ma'am ke walid bohot bimAr hain. Unka ilaaj bohot mehnga hai. Ma'am ne is project ke advance ke paise bhi unke ilaaj par laga diye hain. Ab hospital wale bill ke liye pareshan kar rahe hain. Ma'am din raat kaam karti hain, magar unhein kisi se madad nahi chahiye."

Bilal ne gehri saans li. Usay ehsaas hua ke Mahnoor ki sakht aur strict tabiyat ke peeche kitna bara dukh aur kitni bari majboori chupi hui thi. Woh apne ghar walon ke liye lad rahi thi. 

Bilal ne apna mobile nikala aur us bank ko call kiya jahan Mahnoor ka loan tha. Usne bank se kaha ke woh Mahnoor ke walid ka baqi sara bill clear karna chahta hai aur usay hidayat di ke woh Mahnoor ko batayein ke kisi anjaan shakhs ne yeh payment ki hai. Usne payment foran apne account se transfer kar di.

Shaam ko jab Mahnoor apna kaam khatam kar ke ghar jane lagi, toh usay hospital se call aayi ke unke walid ka sara bill kisi ne clear kar diya hai. Mahnoor hairan reh gayi. Usne poocha kis ne kiya, toh hospital walon ne kaha ke kisi anjaan shakhs ne yeh eh saan kiya hai aur usne apna naam batane se inkar kar diya. Mahnoor ko samajh nahi aa raha tha ke yeh kaun ho sakta hai. Usay shak hua ke yeh Bilal ka kaam ho sakta hai, magar usne socha ke Bilal aisa kyun karega.

Raat ke das baje the. Mahnoor farm house par thi aakhri checking ke liye. Bilal bhi wahan tha. Mahnoor ne himmat kar ke Bilal ko bulaya. "Bilal, mujhe tumse kuch poochna hai."

Bilal uske paas aaya aur ek kursi par baith gaya. "Poocho."

Mahnoor ne uski aankhon mein dekha. "Kya tumne mere walid ka hospital ka bill pay kiya hai?"

Bilal ne koi jhoot nahi bola. Usne dheere se sir hilaya aur kaha. "Haan Mahnoor, maine kiya hai."

Mahnoor ke aansu uski aankhon mein aa gaye. "Tumne aisa kyun kiya? Tumhein kya haq tha? Main kisi ki reham khwah nahi hoon."

Bilal ne narmi se kaha. "Mahnoor, maine yeh reham ki wajah se nahi kiya. Main janta hoon tum kitni mehnati ho. Tum apni izzat aur apne walid ke liye lad rahi ho. Main sirf tumhari madad karna chahta tha. Main chahta hoon ke tum is project par apna poora dhyan do, na ke paison ki fikar mein raho. Aur mujhe yeh batane ki zaroorat nahi hai ke maine kya kiya hai. Tum bas yeh samajh lo ke tum is waqt akeli nahi ho."

Mahnoor ne apne aansu ponchhe. Usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ke jo larka uska sab se bara dushman tha, wohi aaj uske sab se bare dukh mein uske sath khara hoga. Uske dil ki saari deewarein us waqt toot gayin. Usay Bilal ki baaton mein ek apnayat mehsoos hui.

"Bilal, mujhe maaf kar do. Main tumhein hamesha laparwah aur be-tarteeb samajhti rahi. Main tumhare sath hamesha larri. Magar tumne jo kiya hai, main usay kabhi nahi bhoolungi." Mahnoor ne kaanpti awaz mein kaha.

Bilal hansa. "Koi baat nahi Mahnoor. Agar tum mujhse nahi larti, toh maza nahi aata. Waise bhi, tumhare sath larna ab mujhe acha lagne laga hai."

Mahnoor halki si muskurai aur apna dupatta theek kiya. Usay ab ehsaas hua ke Bilal ke sath waqt guzarna ab pehle jaisa nahi raha. Ab woh uske sath khush hone lagti thi. Uske dil ke kisi kone mein Bilal ke liye ek nayi mohabbat paida ho rahi thi. 

Bilal bhi Mahnoor ko dekh raha tha. Usne dekha ke Mahnoor ke chehre par ab thori si rahat thi. Usay bhi ehsaas hua ke Mahnoor ke sath waqt guzar kar usay ek alag sa sukoon milta hai. Woh apne dil mein soch raha tha ke shadi ke baad jab sab khatam ho jayega, toh kya woh Mahnoor se milta rahega? 

Is raat ke baad dono ke dilon ke darmiyan ek nayi shuruaat hui thi. Dushmani ki jagah ab kuch aur lena shuru kar raha tha, jise dono abhi naam nahi dena chahte the.

Chapter 5 — Mohabbat Ka Izhar

Shadi ka din aakhirkar aa gaya. Farm house ek khwabon ki duniya mein badal chuka tha. Mahnoor ki perfection aur Bilal ki creativity ka woh mila julA roop dekhne layak tha. Laal aur sonay ke phoolon ki khushbu pooray hall mein phaili hui thi. Lights ki roshni is tarah phail rahi thi jaise aasman ke tare zameen par utar aaye hon. 

Mehman aa rahe the aur unki aankhon mein hairat thi. Malik Sahab ka chehra khushi se damak raha tha. Woh khud Mahnoor aur Bilal ke paas aaye. 

"Mahnoor beti, Bilal beta, main waqai bohot khush hoon. Aap dono ne milkar jo kamaal kiya hai, woh qabil-e-tareef hai. Aaj meri shaadi nahi, balke mere bete ki shaadi ek yaadgar ban gayi hai. Aap dono ne meri izzat barha di hai." Malik Sahab ne dono ke kandhon par shafqat se haath rakha.

Mahnoor ki aankhein bhar aayin. Usne apne aansu rok kar kaha, "Malik Sahab, yeh sab aap ki duaon aur Bilal ki mehnat ka nateeja hai. Maine bas apna farz nibhaya hai."

Bilal ne muskura kar kaha, "Aur maine Mahnoor ki strictness ki wajah se sab kuch waqt par khatam kar liya."

Malik Sahab hansa. "Tum dono ki jodi waqai kamaal ki hai. Tumhein milkar kaam karna chahiye. Agar tum dono ek sath kaam karo, toh sheher mein koi tumhara muqabla nahi kar sakta."

Yeh sun kar dono ne ek doosre ki taraf dekha. Ek ajeeb si muskurahat dono ke chehron par thi.

Shaadi ki rasmein aahista aahista mukammal hone lagi. Rukhsati ka waqt aaya toh mehmanon ki aankhein bhar aayin. Dulhan ko rukhsat kiya gaya. Malik Sahab sab mehmanon ko rukhsat karne lagay. Dheere dheere hall khaali hone laga. 

Raat ke ek baje the. Farm house ka mahaul ab bilkul khamosh ho chuka tha. Mehmaan ja chuke the. Mahnoor apni team ke sath aakhri cheezein sambhal rahi thi. Uske chehre par thakan zaroor thi, magar ek sukoon tha. Usne apna kaam kamyabi se mukammal kar liya tha. Uske walid ka ilaaj bhi chal raha tha. Usay ab kisi baat ki fikar nahi thi.

Bilal bhi wahan tha. Woh apni team ko rukhsat kar raha tha. Rohan ne jab jaate hue Bilal ko dekha, toh usne muskura kar kaha, "Bilal, aaj toh tumne kamaal kar diya. Waise ab tum aur Mahnoor ek sath kaam karoge na?"

Bilal ne apni team ko rukhsat kiya aur wahan khara sochne laga. Usne dekha ke Mahnoor akeli lawn ke ek kone mein khari hai aur aasman ko dekh rahi hai. Usne ek lambi saans li aur uski taraf chala.

Mahnoor ne uske qadmon ki aahat suni aur mudi. Usne Bilal ko dekha toh uske chehre par ek narmi si muskurahat aayi. 

"Sab khatam ho gaya?" Mahnoor ne dheere se poocha.

"Jee, sab khatam ho gaya. Mehmaan ja chuke hain. Aaj tumne waqai bohot mehnat ki hai." Bilal ne kaha aur uske paas wali kursi par baith gaya.

Mahnoor bhi baith gayi. Dono kuch der tak khamosh rahe. Sirf thandi hawa ki sarsarahat sunai de rahi thi. 

Mahnoor ne khamoshi ko tor diya. "Bilal, main aaj bohot khush hoon. Yeh project kamyab ho gaya. Aur mere walid ka ilaaj bhi shuru ho gaya hai. Main tumhari bohot shukarguzar hoon."

Bilal ne uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi. "Mahnoor, kya tumhein yaad hai jab hum pehli baar mile the? Hum dono ek doosre se sakht nafrat karte the."

Mahnoor halki si hansi. "Haan, mujhe yaad hai. Main tumhein ek bohot hi laparwah aur ziddi larka samajhti thi."

"Aur ab?" Bilal ne dheere se poocha.

Mahnoor kuch der khamosh rahi. Usne aasman ki taraf dekha jahan tare chamak rahe the. Phir usne dheere se kaha, "Ab main tumhein ek bohot acha insaan samajhti hoon. Main janti hoon ke tumhari laparwahi ke peeche kitna acha dil hai. Tumne bina kisi matlab ke meri itni madad ki. Tumne mere walid ka ilaaj karwaya. Main tumhein kabhi nahi bhoolungi."

Bilal ne apni kursi thori si uski taraf ki. "Mahnoor, main tumse kuch kehna chahta hoon."

Mahnoor ne uski taraf dekha. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. "Kya?"

Bilal ne gehri saans li aur uski aankhon mein dekha. "Mahnoor, jab main pehli baar tumse mila tha, toh mujhe tumhari sakht tabiyat se nafrat thi. Magar waqt guzarta gaya, aur mujhe ehsaas hua ke tumhari yeh sakhti tumhari ek alag pehchan hai. Tum jitni mehnati ho, utni hi pyari bhi ho. Main janta hoon ke hum dono ek doosre se hamesha larte rahe hain, magar us laraai ke andar maine ek ajeeb sa sukoon mehsoos kiya hai. Main tumse mohabbat karta hoon, Mahnoor."

Mahnoor ki aankhein hairat se khul gayin. Usay yaqeen nahi aa raha tha ke jo larka uska sab se bara dushman tha, aaj woh us se mohabbat ka izhar kar raha hai. Uske dil ki saari deewarein ek pal mein toot gayin. 

"Bilal..." Mahnoor ki awaz kaanp rahi thi. Usne apna sar jhuka liya aur dheere se kaha, "Main janti hoon ke humara aghaaz kaisa tha. Main tumse nafrat karti thi. Magar jab tumne barish wali raat mein mere liye sab kuch kiya, aur jab tumne chupke se mere walid ka ilaaj karwaya, toh mujhe ehsaas hua ke tum kitne ache ho. Main bhi tumse mohabbat karti hoon, Bilal."

Bilal ka chehra khushi se damak utha. Usne dheere se apna haath barhaya, magar phir usay rok liya. Usne socha ke Mahnoor ko shayad abhi thora waqt chahiye hoga. Magar Mahnoor ne khud apna haath barha kar uske haath mein rakh diya. 

"Bilal, aaj se hum sirf dost nahi hain. Hum ek team hain. Aur main chahti hoon ke hum apni zindagi ka safar ek sath shuru karein. Na sirf kaam mein, balke zindagi mein bhi." Mahnoor ne muskura kar kaha.

Bilal ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur muskura diya. "Mahnoor, main tumse wada karta hoon ke main tumhein kabhi akela nahi chhorunga. Na kaam mein, na zindagi mein. Tumhari mehnat aur meri creativity, ab hum dono ki ek nayi pehchan banegi."

Dono kuch der tak khamosh baithay rahe, ek doosre ka haath thamay hue. Aasman par tare chamak rahe the aur us farm house ka mahaul ek nayi umeed aur mohabbat se bhar gaya tha.

Agle din Mahnoor aur Bilal ne milkar ek nayi company shuru ki. Uska naam rakha "M&B Events". Dono ne milkar kaam karna shuru kiya. Mahnoor ka perfection aur Bilal ki creativity, ab ek sath mil kar logon ke khwabon ko haqeeqat mein badal rahe the. 

Aur Bilal, jo pehle apne doston ke sath mazaq karta tha, ab apni zindagi ka sab se ahem faisla Mahnoor ke sath liya tha. Mahnoor ki sakht tabiyat ko usne apne pyaar se narm kar diya tha. Aur Mahnoor ne Bilal ki laparwahi ko apni mehnat aur mohabbat se ek nayi pehchan de di thi.

Mahnoor ke walid ab bilkul theek ho chuke the. Unki khushi ka koi thikana nahi tha jab unhon ne Mahnoor aur Bilal ki jodi ko dekha. 

Ek shaam dono farm house ki chhat par baithe the. Mahnoor ne Bilal ki taraf dekha aur muskura kar kaha, "Bilal, yaad hai jab humein laga tha ke hum dono kabhi ek sath nahi reh sakte?"

Bilal hansa. "Haan, aur aaj hum ek sath hain. Mahnoor, tumne meri zindagi badal di hai. Main janta hoon ke main pehle bohot laparwah tha. Magar ab main tumhare liye ek behtar insaan banna chahta hoon."

Mahnoor ne uske kandhay par apna sar rakha. "Bilal, tum pehle se hi ek bohot ache insaan ho. Bas mujhe tumhein pehchanne mein thora waqt lag gaya."

Dono ne aasman ki taraf dekha. Aaj unke dilon mein koi dushmani nahi thi, koi ghuroor nahi tha. Sirf ek sachi mohabbat thi, jo ek takrao se shuru hui aur ek khoobsurat anjaam par khatam hui.

Enemies to Lovers ka yeh safar, jo dushmani se shuru hua tha, ab ek naye rishtay aur ek nayi zindagi ki shuruaat ban gaya tha. Mahnoor aur Bilal ne apne dil ki saari deewarein gira di thin, aur ab woh ek sath nayi duniya basane ke khwab dekh rahe the.

The End