Chapter 1 Volume 3: - Kamini Ek Raaz Ki Baat Bataon...💖👔

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“Sach kuch palon ke liye dard deta hai… par jhooth zindagi bhar.”
— Kamini ke man ka ek adhoora panna

Kamini uss raat apne favourite wine glass ke saath office lounge ke konay mein thi.
Ruhaan ne aaj late meeting ke baad kaha tha, “Ek kaam hai baaki… bas 5 minute.”
Usse kya pata tha, aaj ka kaam... uske dil ko re-write karne wala tha.

5 minute...
10 minute...
Aur phir — Ruhaan aaya.
Lekin aaj uski aankhon mein kuch tha. Na woh lapat, na woh kaajal jaisa pyaar.
Kuch aur tha. Jaise ek aag — jo jalti nahi thi, batati thi.

“Kamini,” usne kaha, “Ek raaz ki baat bataoon?”
Kamini ne sirf aankhon se poocha, "Raaz ya dhokha?"

“Main intern nahi hoon.”
“Main iss company ka naya stakeholder hoon.”
“Main tumhe samajhne, mehsoos karne... aur is jagah ki sachchai jaanne aaya tha.”

Kamini ka haath kaamp gaya.
Glass se wine ka ek boond uski ungliyon se phisal gaya —
Jaise kisi purani kahani ka bharosa toot raha ho.

"Toh sab jhooth tha?"
Uski awaaz rui thi, lekin usmein ek kasak thi —
jo sirf koi apna de sakta hai.

Ruhaan ne uske paas aake uska haath thaam liya.
Uski aankhon mein koi shikayat nahi thi —
sirf ek vinti thi, ek prem-purvak aagrah:

"Office ke baahar, tum meri chaand ho...
Aur office ke andar, main sirf tumhara intern."

"Tumse jo seekha, woh kisi shareholder report mein nahi milta Kamini."
"Main stakeholder hoon, par tum meri soul-holder ho."

Aur phir usne Kamini ke maang mein ek chhoti si boond —
ek kiss —
rakha... jaise keh raha ho:

“Yeh sach tha...
aur yeh prem bhi.”

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