Jeth ka parivaar "do hafte" ke liye aaya tha. Woh do hafte â kaafi arsa pehle guzar chuke the. Ab woh 6 hafton se tha. Hina ka chhota sa ghar â 4 extra log. Roz subah 6 baje uthna, sabke liye nashta, sar se raat tak, kitchen mein.
Shohar se baat karne ki koshish ki toh unhon ne kaha â "Yaar, family hai. Khud chale jaenge. Tum zyada sochti ho." Lekin Hina jaanti thi â woh zyada nahi soch rahi thi. Woh bas thak gayi thi. Bachon ki parhai, ghar ka budget, apni neend â sab kuch chheen gaya tha. Ek raat aansu rok ke socha â kya mujhe yeh sehna chahiye? Kya yahi normal hai?
Usi raat Hina ne Meri Smart Saheli khola. Likha â "Ghar mein mehmaan 6 hafte se hain. Shohar kuch nahi kehta. Main thak gayi hoon â magar mujhe nahi pata yeh kehna mera haq hai ya nahi."
Saheli ne jawab diya â "Hina, yeh bilkul aapka haq hai. Islam mein wife ka ghar uski private space hai â mehman ka rehna indefinitely uski permission se hona chahiye. Aap galat nahi hain. Thakaan real hai." Phir exact words mile â kaise shohar se baat karein, kab karein, kya tone use karein.
Usi raat shohar se baat ki. Unhone suna â is dafa sach mein suna. Shayad is liye ke Hina ki baat mein koi complaint nahi thi, koi accusation nahi thi â sirf ek request thi, ghar ke liye. Shohar ne bhai sahib se wahi poochha jo Hina ne kaha tha â casually, warmly. Bhai sahib ne khud ek date de di. Agle 10 din mein woh gaye â dono taraf ke rishte bilkul intact.
Pehli subah jab sirf apna ghar tha â Hina ne chai banayi. Koi extra cup nahi. Koi extra plate nahi. Sirf apna ghar, apna kitchen, apni subah.
Koi drama nahi. Koi larai nahi. Koi rishta nahi toota. Sirf woh exact words â jo Hina khud soch nahi sakti thi, aur jo Meri Smart Saheli ne de diye. đ¸