
Subah ki pehli roshni patiyon ke beech se chhan kar andar aa rahi thi. Garden room mein gulabon ki khushboo aur mitti ki narmi ne ek sukoon bhara mahaul bana diya tha. Seema ek soft jute rug par baithi thi, uska haath apne pet par tha, jahan uska baccha zinda heartbeat ke saath dhadak raha tha.
Arjun uske paas aaya, uski aankhon mein wo hi jazba tha jo pehli baar usne Seema ko dekha tha. Aaj kuch alag tha — ek pyaas, ek softness, ek samarpan.
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