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Aise hi kuch aur din extra class ke saath beet gaye. Sheetal ka Bilal ke prati vyavhaar ab pehle se zyada smooth chal raha tha. Unhe lagta tha Bilal sach mein man laga ke padh raha hai.
Jab se unhone number diya tha, andar ek halka sa dar tha — kahi misuse na kare. Aisa kuch nahi hua. Bilal message karta tha, lekin hamesha genuine doubt. Koi late-night flirting nahi, koi ganda line nahi. Do-chaar din aise hi chale. Kabhi shaam ko, ek-do baar raat ko thoda late. Sheetal kai baar turant reply karti. Bilal har reply ke baad ek heart emoji bhej deta. Unhe yeh sab harmless lagta — kisi bacche ki madad. Unhe kya pata Bilal pani ki gehraai naap raha tha. Woh jaan-bujh ke alag-alag waqt pe message karta tha, dekhne ke liye unka reaction kaisa aata hai.
Extra class mein bhi Sheetal Bilal ki taraf zyada dhyan deti — use samjhaane mein. Kabhi-kabhi class ke baad Firoz aur Khalid ko bhi extra rok leti. Ab toh yeh haal tha ki poori class ke saamne uski tarif karne se bhi nahi jhijhakti.
Ek din lunch mein Firoz, Khalid aur ek aur ladka baat kar rahe the.
L1 — “Aur bhai, bohot kuch sunne ko mil raha hai extra class ke baare mein. Kya scene hai? Top karke hi manoge kya?”
Firoz — “Bhai, karna padega. Sheetal ma’am ne order diya hai. Sabki kismat Bilal jaisi kahan.”
L1 — “Matlab? Kya hua?”
Khalid — “Kuch nahi bhai. Humein toh dant padti hai hamesha. Bilal pe saali badi meherbaan hai aajkal. Mujhe lagta hai de degi ab usse.”
Firoz — “De degi kya… lapet diya hoga Bilal ne. Us din sab bacche nikal rahe the. Main soch ke gaya ki thodi der mein Sheetal bhi nikal jaayegi. Das minute baad water bottle lene aaya toh dekha — door thoda band hai. Khidki se jhaanka. Sheetal aur Bilal akele class mein. Uska haath Bilal ke haath mein tha, aur woh kaafi has rahi thi, jaise woh uski tarif kar raha ho. Halanki kuch hua toh nahi… lekin shayad hua bhi. Ho sakta hai mere jaane ke baad bench pe lita diya ho usne, kaskar ragda ho.”
Khalid — “Ho sakta hai bhai. Ya kam se kam chusa toh diya hoga abhi tak. Maine bhi usse school uniform mein paanch baje ke aas-paas bahar ghumte dekha. Us din ho sakta hai le hi li ho.”
L1 — “Kya… kuch bhi. Mazak chal raha hoga dono ke beech.”
Firoz — “Beta, waise maal se mazak nahi karega Bilal. Agar abhi nahi, toh kuch din mein pakka uski taangein khol dega. Ab chalo class, warna dant padegi.”
Aise hi kuch aur din extra class ke saath beet gaye. Sheetal ka Bilal ke prati vyavhaar ab pehle se zyada smooth chal raha tha. Unhe lagta tha Bilal sach mein man laga ke padh raha hai.
Jab se unhone number diya tha, andar ek halka sa dar tha — kahi misuse na kare. Aisa kuch nahi hua. Bilal message karta tha, lekin hamesha genuine doubt. Koi late-night flirting nahi, koi ganda line nahi. Do-chaar din aise hi chale. Kabhi shaam ko, ek-do baar raat ko thoda late. Sheetal kai baar turant reply karti. Bilal har reply ke baad ek heart emoji bhej deta. Unhe yeh sab harmless lagta — kisi bacche ki madad. Unhe kya pata Bilal pani ki gehraai naap raha tha. Woh jaan-bujh ke alag-alag waqt pe message karta tha, dekhne ke liye unka reaction kaisa aata hai.
Extra class mein bhi Sheetal Bilal ki taraf zyada dhyan deti — use samjhaane mein. Kabhi-kabhi class ke baad Firoz aur Khalid ko bhi extra rok leti. Ab toh yeh haal tha ki poori class ke saamne uski tarif karne se bhi nahi jhijhakti.
Ek din lunch mein Firoz, Khalid aur ek aur ladka baat kar rahe the.
L1 — “Aur bhai, bohot kuch sunne ko mil raha hai extra class ke baare mein. Kya scene hai? Top karke hi manoge kya?”
Firoz — “Bhai, karna padega. Sheetal ma’am ne order diya hai. Sabki kismat Bilal jaisi kahan.”
L1 — “Matlab? Kya hua?”
Khalid — “Kuch nahi bhai. Humein toh dant padti hai hamesha. Bilal pe saali badi meherbaan hai aajkal. Mujhe lagta hai de degi ab usse.”
Firoz — “De degi kya… lapet diya hoga Bilal ne. Us din sab bacche nikal rahe the. Main soch ke gaya ki thodi der mein Sheetal bhi nikal jaayegi. Das minute baad water bottle lene aaya toh dekha — door thoda band hai. Khidki se jhaanka. Sheetal aur Bilal akele class mein. Uska haath Bilal ke haath mein tha, aur woh kaafi has rahi thi, jaise woh uski tarif kar raha ho. Halanki kuch hua toh nahi… lekin shayad hua bhi. Ho sakta hai mere jaane ke baad bench pe lita diya ho usne, kaskar ragda ho.”
Khalid — “Ho sakta hai bhai. Ya kam se kam chusa toh diya hoga abhi tak. Maine bhi usse school uniform mein paanch baje ke aas-paas bahar ghumte dekha. Us din ho sakta hai le hi li ho.”
L1 — “Kya… kuch bhi. Mazak chal raha hoga dono ke beech.”
Firoz — “Beta, waise maal se mazak nahi karega Bilal. Agar abhi nahi, toh kuch din mein pakka uski taangein khol dega. Ab chalo class, warna dant padegi.”
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Jaise ki aapne padha — Firoz aur Khalid jis din ki baat kar rahe the, usi din ka nazara. Extra class ke andar.
Us din extra class normal chal rahi thi. Sheetal roz ki tarah bacchon ke najdeek ja-ja ke doubts solve kar rahi thin. Unhone kuch questions diye the. Sab solve kar rahe the. Jaise hi questions khatam hue, bacche nikal pade — siwaye Bilal ke. Use abhi bhi problem ho rahi thi.
Sheetal uske paas aayi. Uske aage wali bench pe, use face karke baith gayi. Copy dekhte hue bola, “Kahan atak rahe ho?”
Bilal ne pen neeche rakh diya. Aankhen copy pe thin, lekin awaaz thodi bhaari.
Bilal — “Ma’am… main try kar raha hoon. Roz try kar raha hoon. Extra class, ghar pe late tak… lekin yeh wala part samajh nahi aa raha. Lagta hai main… main itna capable hi nahi hoon.”
Sheetal ne soft kaha, “Aisa mat socho. Improvement clear hai.”
Woh thoda aur jhuka. Muh rone wali line pe laa diya — bilkul controlled, practiced.
Bilal — “Aapko easy lagta hoga. Aap toh genius ho. Main… har saal fail hota tha. Ab aap itni mehnat karwa rahi ho, phir bhi… kabhi-kabhi lagta hai shayad main aapka time waste kar raha hoon. Doosre bacche toh nikal gaye. Main hi yahan atka hua hoon.”
Sheetal ka chehra thoda soft pad gaya. “Tumhara time waste nahi ho raha. Main yahan isliye baithi hoon.”
Bilal ne aankh uthayi, phir turant neeche. Awaaz aur dheemi.
Bilal — “Pata nahi ma’am… ghar pe koi nahi poochhta padhai ke baare mein. School mein bhi pehle toh bas dant hi milti thi. Aap… aap pehli ho jo itna time deti ho. Isliye… isliye fail hona aur bhi bura lagta hai. Aapki mehnat bekaar na chali jaaye.”
Yeh last line usne jaan-bujh ke daali thi — unki zimmedari ko chhoone ke liye. Sheetal dukhi si ho gayi.
Sheetal — “Aisa nahi hai Bilal. Tum thoda aur zor lagaoge toh mehnat ka fal zaroor milega. Main tumhare saath hoon.”
Bilal man hi man — Haan meri jaan, mujhe toh tumhare hi fal chahiye… saamne wale do bade aam aur peeche ke do bade tarbooz. Bahar sirf ek slow nod.
Usne pen uthaya, phir rakh diya. Muh phir se toot-sa.
Bilal — “Ma’am… kya main itna stupid hoon? Sach batao. Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai shayad English mere bas ki nahi.”
Sheetal ne socha nahi. Apna ek haath aage badha ke Bilal ke haath pe rakh diya — halka, comforting.
Sheetal — “Beta, chinta mat karo. Tum stupid nahi ho. Main tumhari madad karungi. Ab se jab chaho message kar sakte ho. Agar main available hui toh call pe bhi doubts clear kar dungi. Theek hai?”
Bilal (man mein — Yeh hui na baat). Bahar aankhon mein thodi nami dikhane ki koshish, phir thank-you wali smile.
Bilal — “Thank you ma’am. Aap… aap kitni achhi hain. Pata nahi main kya karta agar aap na hoti.”
Thoda sa pause. Phir mazaak ka cover — tension todne ke liye, aur boundary test karne ke liye.
Bilal — “Are ma’am… are you sure? Aisa na ho ki aapke pati aap pe shak kar dein — student hai ya boyfriend.”
Has pada, halka. Yeh sunkar Sheetal ki bhi hansi chhoot gayi. Haath abhi bhi uske haath pe tha.
Sheetal — “Hato, stupid.” Kehke hasne lagi. Haath dheere se hata liya.
Yahi scene Firoz ne dekha tha — haath, hansi, akele class.
Baaki period aise hi guzar gaya. Sheetal ghar pahunchi. Raat ko unhe woh haath yaad aaya. Uske baad unhone socha — baccha emotional tha, madad ki zaroorat thi. Bas.
Jaise ki aapne padha — Firoz aur Khalid jis din ki baat kar rahe the, usi din ka nazara. Extra class ke andar.
Us din extra class normal chal rahi thi. Sheetal roz ki tarah bacchon ke najdeek ja-ja ke doubts solve kar rahi thin. Unhone kuch questions diye the. Sab solve kar rahe the. Jaise hi questions khatam hue, bacche nikal pade — siwaye Bilal ke. Use abhi bhi problem ho rahi thi.
Sheetal uske paas aayi. Uske aage wali bench pe, use face karke baith gayi. Copy dekhte hue bola, “Kahan atak rahe ho?”
Bilal ne pen neeche rakh diya. Aankhen copy pe thin, lekin awaaz thodi bhaari.
Bilal — “Ma’am… main try kar raha hoon. Roz try kar raha hoon. Extra class, ghar pe late tak… lekin yeh wala part samajh nahi aa raha. Lagta hai main… main itna capable hi nahi hoon.”
Sheetal ne soft kaha, “Aisa mat socho. Improvement clear hai.”
Woh thoda aur jhuka. Muh rone wali line pe laa diya — bilkul controlled, practiced.
Bilal — “Aapko easy lagta hoga. Aap toh genius ho. Main… har saal fail hota tha. Ab aap itni mehnat karwa rahi ho, phir bhi… kabhi-kabhi lagta hai shayad main aapka time waste kar raha hoon. Doosre bacche toh nikal gaye. Main hi yahan atka hua hoon.”
Sheetal ka chehra thoda soft pad gaya. “Tumhara time waste nahi ho raha. Main yahan isliye baithi hoon.”
Bilal ne aankh uthayi, phir turant neeche. Awaaz aur dheemi.
Bilal — “Pata nahi ma’am… ghar pe koi nahi poochhta padhai ke baare mein. School mein bhi pehle toh bas dant hi milti thi. Aap… aap pehli ho jo itna time deti ho. Isliye… isliye fail hona aur bhi bura lagta hai. Aapki mehnat bekaar na chali jaaye.”
Yeh last line usne jaan-bujh ke daali thi — unki zimmedari ko chhoone ke liye. Sheetal dukhi si ho gayi.
Sheetal — “Aisa nahi hai Bilal. Tum thoda aur zor lagaoge toh mehnat ka fal zaroor milega. Main tumhare saath hoon.”
Bilal man hi man — Haan meri jaan, mujhe toh tumhare hi fal chahiye… saamne wale do bade aam aur peeche ke do bade tarbooz. Bahar sirf ek slow nod.
Usne pen uthaya, phir rakh diya. Muh phir se toot-sa.
Bilal — “Ma’am… kya main itna stupid hoon? Sach batao. Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai shayad English mere bas ki nahi.”
Sheetal ne socha nahi. Apna ek haath aage badha ke Bilal ke haath pe rakh diya — halka, comforting.
Sheetal — “Beta, chinta mat karo. Tum stupid nahi ho. Main tumhari madad karungi. Ab se jab chaho message kar sakte ho. Agar main available hui toh call pe bhi doubts clear kar dungi. Theek hai?”
Bilal (man mein — Yeh hui na baat). Bahar aankhon mein thodi nami dikhane ki koshish, phir thank-you wali smile.
Bilal — “Thank you ma’am. Aap… aap kitni achhi hain. Pata nahi main kya karta agar aap na hoti.”
Thoda sa pause. Phir mazaak ka cover — tension todne ke liye, aur boundary test karne ke liye.
Bilal — “Are ma’am… are you sure? Aisa na ho ki aapke pati aap pe shak kar dein — student hai ya boyfriend.”
Has pada, halka. Yeh sunkar Sheetal ki bhi hansi chhoot gayi. Haath abhi bhi uske haath pe tha.
Sheetal — “Hato, stupid.” Kehke hasne lagi. Haath dheere se hata liya.
Yahi scene Firoz ne dekha tha — haath, hansi, akele class.
Baaki period aise hi guzar gaya. Sheetal ghar pahunchi. Raat ko unhe woh haath yaad aaya. Uske baad unhone socha — baccha emotional tha, madad ki zaroorat thi. Bas.
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