Naheed ki gand marne k bad hum sukoon se so gaey. Agle roz jab wo uthi to uski chal badal chuki thi. Wo thoray alag andaz se tango ko khol ker chal rahi thi. Mujhe us per bohot piyar aa raha tha. Is liye wo jab khana bananay lagi to us k sath chipak gya. Uski gardan per piyar kerte huay us k dono aamo ko dabanay laga.
Naheed:- Kia hua jan? Aj subha subha bht piyar aa raha hai.
Me:- Tum din ba din qayamat banti ja rahi ho jan. Is liye tum per piyar ata hai.
Naheed:- Chalain ab mujhe chorain. Or nashta bananay dein. Phir office jaein. Ye muhabbat raat k liye bacha k rakhain.
Me:- Jo hukam sarkar ka.
Me us ko chor ker dining table per aa ker baith gya or nashta ker k office chala gyaa. Yahan me bata doon k Mene apni painting k collection ka ek showroom bana rakha hai. Wahin mera office tha jahan me ja k doosre students ko tips deta tha k kaise painting kerni hai.
Wahan 3-4 ghante guzarne k bad me wapas ghar aa jata tha. Jahan me khud kuch naya paint kerta tha. Aise hi kuch din guzar gaey. Mere mann me kuch naya kerne ki chahat shiddat se barhne lagi. Ek raat jab Naheed ek bht khoobsurat nighty pehen ker mere saamne aei to mere zehen me ek dhamaka hua.
(Mere mind me) Q naa Naheed ko paint kiya jaey!
Mene pehle to apne zehen se is bat ko nikalna chaha lekin ye bat mere zehen me jam ker reh gaei. Bar bar ek hi khayal ata. Naheed ki nangi painting banaoon.
Isi kashmakash me ek month guzar gya. Or mere zehen me ye bat shiddat ikhtiar ker gai. Me din bhar khoya khoya rehta. Naheed ne b mujhse poocha lekin mene usko b nahi bataya k meri uljhan ki waja kia hai?
Aakhir mene thak ker Naheed se bat kerne ka faisla kiya...!