📖 Chapter 8- Volume 2.:Bheege Aainaon Mein Chand Dikhayi Diya Tha

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Chapter 8: Bheege Aainaon Mein Chand Dikhayi Diya Tha

"Us raat… main uske aankhon mein apna chaand dhoondh raha tha.
Aur woh… meri saans mein apni raat chhupaye baithi thi."
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Shaam ke rangon ne terrace ko leheron se bhar diya tha. Kamini aaj kuch zyada hi khamosh thi… aur uski woh khamoshi, Ruhaan ke liye ek nasha ban chuki thi.

Uske geele baalon se pani ki boondein abhi bhi gir rahi thi… aur un boondon ka ek-ek gira hua pal, Ruhaan ke andar kisi bijli sa kar raha tha.

Kamini ne aankhon se aankhon mein kuch kaha — bina shabdon ke, bina muskurahat ke. Sirf ek *geela aaina* tha jisme woh dono apne aap ko dheere dheere behaal hota dekh rahe the.

Ruhaan ne apni pocket se cigarette nikala, Kamini ne aage badhkar usse pakda, aur bina kuch bole uske hothon tak le gayi. Par is baar… cigarette unke beech mein nahi thi. Unke beech tha ek silsila — geele khwabon ka.

Kamini ne apni baali nikaali, usse cigarette ki tarah dono ke beech rakha, aur keh diya — “Aaj kuch aur jalega…”

Chaand peeche tha, par unki aag saamne thi. Unke hothon ke darmiyaan, ek baali ki dori se… raat ke har pal ka intezam ho gaya tha.

Ruhaan ne baali ke uss sraansh ko apne hothon se chhoo kar jalaya, aur Kamini ne aankh band karke woh saans andar le li — jaise koi *raat ka geet* sun rahi ho.

Us pal... koi aaina toot gaya. Ya shayad woh geela ho gaya tha… Kyuki jab Kamini ne aankh kholi — Ruhaan ne bas itna kaha:
“Aaina bhi bheegta hai jab ishq hota hai…”



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