The first rays of the sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the bedroom in golden hues. The city below was already waking—horns blaring, life moving—but inside the apartment, time had slowed. Aarav stirred first, the scent of jasmine and something uniquely Nisha still lingering on his sheets. His arm was draped over her waist,Continue reading

Hawa ab bhi sulag rahi thi, jaise har sans ke saath kamra aur garam hota ja raha ho. Uski kalaiyan ab bhi rishmi bandhan mein bandhi thi, uski twacha har touch ke saath aur bhi zyada sensitive ho chuki thi. Dhadkan tez thi, saansein bhari ho chuki thi, aur tan… tan toh sirf ek chhuneContinue reading

amra ab bhi wahi sulagti hawa se bhara tha. Moombattiyon ki roshni dheere-dheere hil rahi thi, jaise har sans ke saath yeh bhi bechain hoti ja rahi ho. Uske haath ab bhi rishmi bandhan mein jakde the, lekin uski dhadkanein—ab woh sirf uski marzi ke hawale ho chuki thi. Woh ab bilkul paas tha, itnaContinue reading

Hawa ab bhi wahi thi—thodi garam, thodi bhaari, jaise har saans ke saath bechaini aur barh rahi ho. Moombattiyon ki roshni uski twacha pe khel rahi thi, halki laali uske gaal pe utar aayi thi. Haath resham ke dhaagon se mazbooti se bandhe hue, aur tan… sirf ek chhune ka intezaar kar raha tha. WohContinue reading

Kamra gehri laal roshni mein dooba hua tha, moombattiyon ki mithi roshni deewaron par halki chhayaayein bana rahi thi. Hawa mein leather aur ek halki si meethi khushbu thi—shaaed uski perfume ki, ya phir uss bechaini ki jo har guzarne wale pal ke saath aur tez ho rahi thi. Woh beech kamre mein khadi thi,Continue reading