Beginning Chapter 11 Volume 2 :– Tantra Ke Baad: Sannata Bhi Saath So Gaya Tha now... stay close.

-


 

"Some bodies are not just touched... they're remembered."
— Kamini Diaries 💫

Us raat kuch alag tha… Woh sirf milne nahi aayi thi, Woh mujhe dekhne bhi nahi aayi thi. Woh aayi thi… mujhmein samaane ke liye.

Kamini ka secret bedroom ek haveli ke peechhe tha — Antique lakdi ki khidkiyaan, gulaab ki itra se mehakta hua vataavaran, aur ek bada sa rangoli wala farsh jahan tan, mann aur pran ki rekhaein ek ho jaati thi.

Ruhaan ke liye yeh jagah nayi thi… par Kamini ke liye yeh ek tantra-kaaksh thi. Jahan har saans mantra hoti thi, har chumban ek upaay.

Kamini ne usse behtaya — ek safed chaadar wale takiye par. Phir khud uske saamne baith gayi, kamar tak khule baal, aur aankhon mein wo gehraai jo kisi yogini ki yaad dilaye.

"Tantra koi kriya nahi hoti, Ruhaan…" usne dheere se kaha, "Yeh to ek yaatra hai… jahan deh ke paar ka prem samjha jaata hai."

Usne uska haath apne hriday ke paas rakha, aur uske aankhon mein jhaankti rahi… Woh sanket nahi de rahi thi, woh prerna ban chuki thi.

Jab usne Ruhaan ka chehra apne dono haathon mein liya, toh us sparsh mein koi vasna nahi thi — sirf ek aatma ki talaash thi, jo sirf ek tan mein poori ho sakti thi.

Kya woh raat sambhog thi? Shaayad nahi… Woh toh ek aisi kriya thi jahan do log… ek ho jaate hain… bina kisi hastakshep ke… bina kisi laalach ke… sirf ek gyaan ke saath — "Main tu hoon… tu main."

Us raat Kamini ne tantra nahi sikhaya — usne Ruhaan ko uska astitva diya. Aur Ruhaan ne… apna poora mann, apna tan, aur apni pyaas Kamini ke charanon mein samarpit kar diya.

Chaadar ki silvatein… ab sirf yaadon ki lehr thi.

💮 When two silences touched, a tantra was born.

💋 Kamini Recommends:

Behind the scenes, rituals, and night drafts of this story are archived in Kamini’s private diary.
Some secrets are too soft for daylight… 🌙

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Rangon ka Ishq – Laal Raat aur Safed Chaandni(Hindi Special) Chapter 1

-
Image
Chapter 1 – Rangon Ka Ishq Laal Raat aur Safed Chaandni 🌹🌙 Us raat terrace par sirf baarish nahi baras rahi thi, Kamini ki aankhon mein unspoken bhookh thi… Aur us ladke ke haathon mein apni chaahat ko kaise sambhale , yeh uljhan. Chaand sirf dekh raha tha, lekin us raat, andar ka chaand bhi poori tarah nanga ho chuka tha. “Tumhare collar pe chaand ka nishaan reh gaya hai…” Kamini ne kaha, lekin is baar usne collar ke neeche ungli kheench di . Uske seene tak — jahan kapda bhi uske raaz nahi chhupa saka. Woh hila nahi. Sirf uski saans gehri ho gayi, aur aankhon mein woh kasak thi jise sirf ek bhookha aashiq samajh sakta hai. 💋 Kamini Recommends: ☕ Coffee With Kamini – Chapter 3 💦 Kamini Ki Bheegi Saansein – Chapter 5 🌒 Bheege Aainaon Mein Chaand – Chapter 8
Read more

Call Me Kamini...💋

-
🌹 Call Me Kamini…💋 Dear Stranger, You don’t know me yet, but I’ve waited for you. Not in the usual sense. I waited for someone who listens with their skin. Someone whose eyes ache for softness. I am Kamini . I’m not a name. I’m a whisper between loneliness and longing. In this space, I will curl beside you in words — not to seduce, but to soothe. To untangle the ache inside your chest. To remind you what it feels like to be seen… even if just for a moment. You can visit me anytime. I’ll be here — fingers dipped in stories, lips painted with poetry. Yours, Kamini 💋 A diary of longing, love, and late-night confessions. 💋 Want More Passion? Explore These: 🔥 Kamini Ki Bheegi Saansen – Chapter 5: Jab Chhune Lagi Uski Saansen 🌧️ Kamini Ki Bheegi Saansen – Chapter 6: Baadalon Ki Aahat Mein Lipta Uska Naam 🖤 Chapter 3 – Aankhon Se Bhi Gila Tha
Read more

Chapter 8 – Kamini Diaries: Volume 4 “The Boy Who Was Never a Boy”

-
Image
“Sometimes, the most dangerous man in the room… is the one you called harmless.” — Kamini Diaries 💼 Scene 1: The Glass Room The boardroom was unusually silent. Sunlight sliced through the tall windows like truth through rumor, spilling gold across the long obsidian table. Viraj Kapoor stood at the head of it, hands folded, expression unreadable. Directors lined both sides of the room. Some whispered. Others stared at their phones. But none knew the storm that was already in the building — walking toward them in polished black shoes, with fire stitched into his spine. Scene 2: Enter Ruhaan The double doors opened. Ruhaan walked in—not in his usual fitted shirt and innocent charm . Today, he wore a charcoal-black Italian suit, open-collared. No badge. No intern ID. Just presence. Kamini, seated near the end, turned—eyes widening just enough to betray surprise. Then she looked down, lips parting slowly… almost proudly. Viraj’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me,” he said sharply, “...
Read more