Us raat barish ho rahi thi. Zara si thandi, lekin andar ka temp high tha.
Mere room me wo aayi thi — bheege baalon ke saath, aankhon me ajeeb sa gussa... ya dard? Shabd confuse karte hain kabhi kabhi.
"Tujhe lagta hai main tumse jhoot bolti hoon?"
Uski awaaz itni steady thi ki darr lagne laga.
Maine aankhon me aankhon daali, "Lagta nahi... pata hai."
Usne ek second bhi nahi liya react karne me.
Ek thappad. Seedha gaal pe.
Lekin usme gussa kam, guilt zyada tha.
Main bas itna bola,
"Pyaar me doubt nahi hota... aur tu to har din mujhe prove karwa rahi thi ki main galat hoon."
Wo ruki. Pal bhar ke liye aankh bhar aayi.
Phir keh gayi —
"Main chhod ke nahi ja rahi... main bas wapas apni purani zindagi me ja rahi hoon. Jahan tum jaise log fake promises nahi dete."
Darwaza band hua... aur mere andar kuch hamesha ke liye khul gaya.