
Seema ki saans tez thi. Uski aankhon mein junoon, chaahat, aur sharam sab kuch ek saath bhara tha. Uska tan arjun ke sparsh ke liye machal raha tha, lekin us raat, koi aur bhi tha jo uske paas tha — Rekha. Rekha, uski saas, jo us raat bhhi is baar unke beech ka milan khud apni aankhon se dekh rahi thi… sirf is liye nahi ki woh voyeur thi, balki is liye ki woh chahti thi ki Arjun aur Seema ke beech woh perfect, fertile union ho... jisme har moan, har thartharahat, ek zinda saboot ho nayi zindagi ka.
Rekha ne haath badhakar Seema ke kamar ko chhoo liya — uske silky nightgown ke upar se halki si ungli chali, jaise ek artist apne canvas ko pehli baar mehsoos karta hai.
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