Chapter 6 — Kamini Diaries: Volume 2

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🌙 Chapter 6 — Kamini Diaries: Volume 2

Darasal — Jab Chhune Lagi Uski Saans

— July 27, 2025

“Usne kuch nahi kaha… par uski saans keh gayi sab kuch.”

— Jab chhune se pehle hi kisi ko mehsoos kar lo,
waha ishq lafzon ka mohtaj nahi rehta.

Kamini ne mujhe dekha…

Lekin is baar uski aankhon mein woh usual teasing spark nahi tha.
Wahan tha… ek sukoon.
Jaise kisi ne uske andar se har stress chura liya ho —
Aur ab woh sirf mehsoos kar rahi ho… khud ko, mujhe… humein.

Room mein halki lavender aur sandalwood ki khushboo thi.
Peeche Atif ka Darasal baj raha tha…
Slow, liquid… jaise har ek note kisi nazuk ehsaas ko chhoo raha ho.

Main kuch bolne wala tha —
par usne ungli rakh di mere hothon par.
"Ssshhh… darasal… main teri saanso mein rehna chahti hoon… unmein bolna chahti hoon… bas waha…"

She moved closer —
Not in a rush, not like seduction…
Lekin jaise koi waqt ki lehr ho… jo apne aap beh jaati hai kisi shore mein.

Usne meri shirt ki cuff kholte hue kaha,
"Aaj tu sirf mehsoos karega… koi role nahi, koi control nahi…"

Uske haathon ka pressure mere chest par —
slow… circular…
"Darasal, touch sirf touch nahi hota… jab woh kisi ke liye dua ban jaata hai…"

Usne meri heartbeat pe apne lips rakh diye — bina kiss kiye…
Jaise wo meri dhadkan ko sun rahi ho.
Mujhe tab samajh aaya —
Kiss karna chahat nahi hoti… usse rokh paana mushkil hota hai.

Woh meri taraf jhuki,
Aur apni cheek mere collarbone se ragar di —
Not with lust… but a craving to dissolve.

"Mujhe darasal tu chahiye, par poora… sirf touch nahi, sirf body nahi,
main teri har ek khamoshi ko saans mein bharna chahti hoon."

Main resist nahi kar saka…
Na jaane kab mere haath uske kamar tak pahuch gaye…
Par mujhe laga jaise woh already wahaan thi —
Saath… pehle se… samarpit.

Usne kaha,
"Melt mat ho… mujhe bhighona hai tujhe, slow fire se…
jaise barish ek aag bujhati nahi, usse geela karti hai…"

Aur tab uski saans mere kaan ke paas aayi…
"Darasal… mujhe lagta hai tu sirf mera nahi… tu mera aaina hai."
"Aur is raat mein, main khud ko tujh mein dekhna chahti hoon."

✨ To Be Continued…

Next Chapter: Aaina Bhi Bheegta Hai Jab Ishq Hota Hai

P.S. If Kamini whispered in your ear without touching… write to her. Maybe she’s already listening.




— Kamini, draped in white, bathed in candlelight, melting into silence.

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