Woh uske saamne kabhi nahi aayi. Na haathon ka sparsh hua, na honton ka rishta. Phir bhi... ek aawaz thi jo uske kanon mein goonjti rehti thi.
Aur woh aankhen... jaise andheron mein bhi uska peechha karti ho.
Din ke shor mein bhi uski khamoshi sunai deti thi. Raat ke sannaton mein bhi uski saans mehsoos hoti thi.
Woh thi... aur na bhi thi.
Uska wajood ek paheli tha. Ek paheli jise suljhane ki koshish karte-karte woh khud mein ulajhta chala gaya.
Aur iss uljhan ka rang sirf ek tha- junoon
"Tere hone se pehle bhi tu meri thi, aur tere hone ke baad bhi sirf meri rahegi."
Ye kahani sirf ek milan ki nahi, ek pyaas ki kahani hai. Ek aisi pyaas jo kabhi bujhti nahi... jo waqt, janam aur maut ke paar bhi jalti rehti hai.
Woh use chhune se pehle hi mehsoos karta hai.
Woh use paane se pehle hi uski khushboo mein apna jahan basa leta hai.
Aur jab milan hoga... to ya to samay tootega, ya duniya jal kar raakh ho jaayegi.
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I use photos from pinterest so credit go to who ever make that but story is mine originally.
