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

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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.

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