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Do din baad, dopahar ka waqt tha jab Kamla ne Kartik ko kitchen mein rok liya. Colonel Saab apne kamre mein so rahe the, aur Pooja police station gayi thi.


Kitchen mein ek halki si garmi thi—gas par ek bartan dheemi aanch par chadha hua tha, aur hawa mein chai ki khushboo faili hui thi.

Kamla ne apni saree ka pallu dheere se giraya, uski badi, nangi stanon ki chamdi dikhayi di—uski gori chamdi par paseene ki chhoti boondein chamak rahi thi.


Usne Kartik ko ek gehri, sharaarti nigah di aur apni awaaz ko madhur banate hue boli, “Kartik, tu meri baat bhool gaya kya? Main tujhe woh sukoon de sakti hoon jo tujhe raat bhar jagaye rakhe.”


Kartik ka dil zor se dhadka—Colonel ki baat uske zehan mein goonj rahi thi, aur Kamla ka yeh tevar usse uljhan mein daal raha tha.


Usne apne aap ko sambhalte hue kaha, “Kamla, yeh theek nahi hai,” lekin uski awaaz mein ek halki si kampan thi. Kamla uske paas aayi, uski saree ka ek kone abhi bhi uske haathon mein latka hua tha, aur usne Kartik ka haath pakda.


Usne uski ungliyon ko apne stanon par dheere se dabaya—unka naram, garam ahsaas Kartik ke haathon mein fail gaya—aur boli, “Tera lund kya kehta hai, woh sun… kya yeh mujhe nahi chahta?”



Kamla ne apni saree ko thoda aur upar kiya, uski moti janghein dikhayi di, aur usne Kartik ke saamne apni taangein thodi si kholi—uski choot ke hothon ka outline saree ke neeche saaf dikh raha tha.


“Dekh, Kartik… main tujhe kitna chahti hoon,” usne kaha, uski aankhon mein ek bhookh si thi. Kartik ka lund pant mein tight ho gaya—uski saansein tezi se chalne lagi, aur usne apne aap ko rokne ki koshish ki, lekin Kamla ka jism usse kheench raha tha.


Kamla ne Kartik ki aankhon mein dekha, phir dheere se niche baith gayi—uski saree zameen par fail gayi, jaise ek ghera banati hui.

Usne Kartik ki pant ki zip kholi, uski underwear ko neeche khiska, aur uska lund bahar nikala—sakht, garam, aur thodi si paseene se bheega hua.


Usne apni ungliyon se uske lund ki topi ko chhua, uske ras ke ek chhote se daag ko apni ungli par lagaya, aur phir usse apne honthon ke paas le jakar boli, “Yeh kitna taiyaar hai… mere liye.”


Kartik ke muh se ek siski nikli, “Kamla… yeh… yeh kya kar rahi hai…”Kamla ne apne honth uske lund par rakhe, uski topi ko apni jeebh se dheere se chheda—uski zubaan uske chhote se chhed par ghoom rahi thi, uske ras ka swad uske muh mein fail raha tha.


“Aah… Kamla… yeh kitna garam hai… ooh,” Kartik ne moan kiya, uske haath Kamla ke baalon mein ulajh gaye. Usne uske lund ko apne muh mein pura liya—uski topi uske gale tak chhui, aur uske honth uske lund ke jad tak phisle.


Kamla ne tezi se chusna shuru kiya, uska muh aage-peeche hote hue ek geela sa shor kar raha tha. “Kartik… tera lund meri zubaan par kitna accha lagta hai… aah,” usne kaha, uski aankhein Kartik ke chehre par tik gayi thi.


Kartik ka jism ek aag mein jal raha tha—usne Kamla ke sar ko pakda, uske muh mein apna lund aur gehra dhakela, aur bola, “Kamla… yeh maza… ooh… mujhe pagal kar raha hai.” Kamla ne uske lund ko chusna jari rakha, uski jeebh uske lund ke neeche ki nas par ragad rahi thi, jab tak Kartik ka ras uske muh mein nahi bhar gaya.


Usne har boond pee li, uske honth abhi bhi uske lund par chipke hue the, aur phir usne apni zubaan se apne honthon ko chaata, Kartik ko ek tadap bhari nigah di.


Kuch der baad, Kamla dheere se khadi hui—uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, aur uske stan saree ke neeche ubhar rahe the.



Usne Kartik ko table ki taraf dhakka diya, uske saamne apni saree ko pura upar uthaya—uski choot nangi thi, uske hoth geele aur laal, paseene se chamak rahe the.


“Kartik… meri choot tere liye tadap rahi hai,” usne kaha, usne table ke sahare apni taangein kholi, uski janghein thodi si kaanp rahi thi.


Usne Kartik ka haath pakda, uski ungliyon ko apni choot par ragda—uski garmi aur geelapan Kartik ke haathon mein fail gaya—aur boli, “Yeh dekh… tu isse bhar dega na?”

Kartik ka lund dobara sakht ho gaya—usne Kamla ki kamar pakdi, usse table par thodi si uthaya, aur apna lund uski choot ke hothon par ragda.


“Aah… Kamla… teri choot kitni garam hai… ooh,” usne moan kiya, uski topi uski choot ke ras se bheeg gayi.


Kamla ne apne haathon se table ko pakda, uski taangein aur chaudi ki, aur boli, “Kartik… daal de… meri choot ko chod… aah.”


Kartik ne ek zor ka dhakka mara—uska lund uski choot mein pura ghusa, uski tight diwaaron ko chhedta hua, aur ek geela shor kitchen mein goonj uthta.Usne Kamla ki kamar ko zor se pakda, tezi se dhakke marne laga—uski janghein Kartik ke kamar se takra rahi thi, har dhakke ke saath ek thap ki awaaz uth rahi thi.


“Aah… Kartik… meri choot ko bhar de… yeh tera lund kitna gehra jata hai… ooh,” Kamla ne siski li, uske stan saree ke neeche uchal rahe the, paseene se bheege hue.


Kartik ne uske stanon ko haathon mein liya, unhe zor se dabaya—uske nipple uski ungliyon ke beech masal gaye—aur bola, “Kamla… yeh josh… teri choot mujhe kheench rahi hai… aah.”



Usne raftaar badhayi, uska lund uski choot ke andar tak jata hua uske ras se bhar gaya.



Kamla ka jism akad gaya—usne apne honth kaat liye, uski choot Kartik ke lund ko jakad rahi thi, aur uska ras uski janghon par behne laga.



“Kartik… aah… main jhad rahi hoon… ooh,” usne cheekhkar kaha, uski saansein tezi se chalne lagi.


Kartik ka lund bhi akad gaya—usne ek aakhri zor ka dhakka mara, uska garam ras uski choot mein bhar diya, aur dono ke jism ek saath tharthara uthe.


Kamla ne table par haath marte hue apni saans sambhali, aur Kartik ka paseena uski peeth par tapak gaya.

“Yeh maza… Kartik… tujhe yaad rahega,” usne kaha, uski aankhon mein ek jeet si chamak rahi thi.
 

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Usi raat, jab Pooja thane se ghar lauti, uska chehra thakan se bojhil tha, lekin uski aankhon mein ek chhupa sa darr jhalak raha tha—jaise koi anjaani si khalish usse kha rahi ho.


Ghar par andhera chhaya tha, ek halki si roshni hall ki deewar se tapak rahi thi, aur khamoshi ek bhaari saaya ban kar faili hui thi.


Usne apni vardi ka jacket utara, uske haath kaanp rahe the, aur apne baal khole—kale, ghane baal uski peeth par bikhar gaye, jaise uska dil bhi bikhar raha ho.

Usne Kartik ko awaaz di, “Kartik, mere kamre mein aaja,” lekin uski awaaz mein ek thartharahat thi, jaise woh ro padne ke kagaar par ho.


Kartik darwaze par aaya, uski shirt ke button khule hue, uska seena paseene se thoda chamak raha tha, lekin uski aankhein bhaari thi—Kamla ke saath dopahar ka waakya uske dil par ek bojh ban gaya tha.


.Pooja ne usse dekha, uska dil dhadka, aur usne dheere se bola, “Kartik, mujhe lagta hai main tujhe kho rahi hoon… kya tu mujhse door ja raha hai?”



Uski awaaz toot rahi thi, aankhon mein aansoon ubhar aaye, aur usne apne haathon ko apne seene par kas liya, jaise dil ko sambhalna chahti ho.

Kartik ka dil doob gaya—usne Pooja ko baahon mein bhar liya, uski garam saansein uske kaan ke paas takrayi, lekin uska jism thanda pad gaya tha.


“Maa, tu mera sab kuch hai… tujhse alag hona meri rooh ka cheen jaana hai,” usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein ek shanka thi, jaise woh khud par bharosa nahi kar pa raha ho.


Pooja ne uske chehre ko chhua, uski ungliyan uske gaalon par thar-tharayi, aur boli, “Kartik, mujhe sach bata… kya main ab teri zarurat nahi rahi? Kya koi aur hai jo tujhe mujhse zyada sukoon deta hai?”


Uske shabd ek teer ki tarah the, uski aankhein Kartik ke dil mein jhank rahi thi, aur uska dil jawab ke liye tadap raha tha.



Kartik ne uske honthon ke kareeb apne honth laaye—ek dheema, tadap bhara chumban—lekin uske haathon mein ek bechaini thi.

“Maa, tu meri jeene ki wajah hai… lekin mujhe khud se dar lag raha hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek gham ka saaya tha, jaise woh apne pyar par shak kar raha ho.



Pooja ne Kartik ki shirt ke baaki button khole, usse pura utara—uske seene ki chamdi paseene se bheegi thi, lekin uski saans mein ek thahraav tha, jaise woh apne dil ki dhadkan ko rokna chahta ho.



Usne apne kaanpte haathon se uski pant par chhua—uske lund ka ubhar saaf tha, sakht aur garam, lekin uske dil mein ek sawaal goonj raha tha: “Kya yeh ab bhi mera hai?”


.Woh niche baith gayi, uski nightie ke neeche uski janghein dikhayi di—thodi si kaanpti hui—aur usne Kartik ki pant kholi.



Zip khulne ki awaaz kamre ki khamoshi mein goonj gayi, aur uska lund bahar aaya—mota, lamba, paseene se chamakta hua, lekin Pooja ke dil mein ek dard ubhar aaya.



“Kartik, yeh lund mera hai… kisi aur ka nahi, hai na?” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek bechaini thi, jaise woh yakeen maang rahi ho.



Usne uske lund ko apne haathon mein liya, uski topi par ungli ghumayi—ek chhoti si boond ras ki uski ungli par lagi, aur usne usse apne honthon ke paas le jakar chusa, lekin uske dil mein ek chubhan si uthi.



“Tera yeh lund ab bhi mujhe chahta hai na?” usne pucha, phir apne honth uske lund par rakhe.



Usne apni jeebh se uski topi ko chaata—dheere-dheere, uske chhed par zubaan ghumayi, uska namkeen ras uske muh mein faila, lekin uske aansoon uske gaalon par tapke.



“Aah… Maa… teri zubaan meri jaan le rahi hai… ooh,” Kartik ne siski li, uske haath Pooja ke baalon mein gaye, lekin unki pakad mein ek gham tha—jaise woh usse khona nahi chahta ho.



Pooja ne uske lund ko apne muh mein pura liya—uski topi uske gale tak chhui, uske honth uske lund ke jad tak phisle, aur usne tezi se chusna shuru kiya.


Uska muh garam aur geela tha, har chusai ke saath ek halka sa shor goonj raha tha, lekin uski aankhein band thi—jaise woh apne shak ko bhulana chahti ho.


“Kartik… tera lund meri zubaan par bhi mujhse door kyun lagta hai… aah,” usne kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhar gayi thi.


Kartik ka jism tharthara uthta—usne Pooja ke sar ko dabaya, uske muh mein apna lund aur gehra dhakela, aur bola, “Maa… yeh garmi mujhe tujhse juda nahi kar sakti… ooh… lekin tujhe kyun lagta hai main tujhe dard de raha hoon?”

Usne apne aansoon chhupaye, lekin uski awaaz uske dil ka dard chhupa nahi saki. Pooja ne uske lund ko chusna jari rakha, uski jeebh uske lund ke neeche ki nas par ragdi, jab tak Kartik ka ras uske muh mein nahi bhar gaya.


Usne har boond pee li, lekin uske honthon par ek kadwahat si reh gayi—usne Kartik ko dekha aur bola, “Tera yeh ras meri chahat hai… par kya yeh ab bhi sach hai?”
 
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Kartik ke paas iska koi jawab nahi tha. Kuch der tak kamre me puri shanti thi. Kuch samay baad Kartik ne Pooja ko baahon mein uthaya, usse bed par le gaya—uski nightie ke neeche uska jism paseene se bheega tha, uske stan ubhar rahe the, nipple nightie ke kapde se saaf dikhayi de rahe the, lekin uska dil ek toofan mein tha.



Usne Pooja ki nightie utari—uska jism nanga hua, uske stan hawa mein thodi si kaanp rahe the, aur uski choot ke hoth geele the, lekin uski aankhein ek sawaal ke saath Kartik ko ghoor rahi thi.


“Maa, tera yeh jism meri har saans ko kaid karta hai… par kya main iske layak hoon?” Kartik ne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek bechaini thi.


Usne apna lund haath mein liya—sakht, thodi si Pooja ke ras se bheega—aur usse Pooja ki choot ke paas le gaya, lekin uska dil usse rok raha tha.



Pooja ne apni taangein kholi, bed ke kinaare latka di—uski choot puri tarah khul gayi, uske hoth garam aur geele, ek mehak ke saath Kartik ko bula rahe the, lekin uska dil chilla raha tha.


“Kartik… meri choot mein daal… mujhe yakeen de ki tu mera hai, warna main toot jaungi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek aag aur dard ka milaap tha.



Kartik ne apna lund uski choot ke hothon par ragda—uski topi uske ras se bheeg gayi, uski garmi Kartik ke jism mein faili—phir ek zor ka dhakka mara, lekin uska dil kaanp gaya.

“Aah… Maa… teri choot mujhe zindagi deti hai… lekin kya main tujhe khushi de pa raha hoon… ooh,” usne moan kiya, uska paseena Pooja ke stanon par tapka, lekin uski aankhein aansuon se bhar gayi.



Pooja ne uski peeth par apne nakhun gadaye—uski ungliyan uski chamdi mein dhans gayi, ek laal nishaan chhodte hue—aur boli, “Kartik… mujhe yeh yakeen chahiye… tera lund meri choot ko bhar de, warna yeh shak mujhe kha jayega… aah.”



Kartik ne tezi se dhakke marne shuru kiye—uski janghein Pooja ki janghon se takra rahi thi, har dhakke ke saath ek thap ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi, lekin uska dil har dhakke ke saath ro raha tha.



Usne Pooja ke stanon ko haathon mein liya, unhe zor se dabaya—uske nipple uski ungliyon ke beech masal gaye—aur bola, “Maa, teri choot ka yeh josh… mujhe tujhse chhuda nahi sakta… par kyun lagta hai main tujhe chot pahuncha raha hoon… aah.”


Pooja ka jism thartharane laga—usne apne honth kaat liye, uski choot Kartik ke lund ko jakad rahi thi, uska ras uski janghon par behne laga, lekin uske dil mein ek khalish thi.



“Kartik… aah… tera lund meri rooh tak jata hai… lekin kya tu mujhse door nahi ho raha… ooh,” usne siski li, uske stan hawa mein uchal rahe the, paseene se bheege hue, aur uski aankhein Kartik se jawab maang rahi thi.




Kartik ka lund akad gaya—usne ek aakhri zor ka dhakka mara, uska garam ras uski choot mein bhar diya, aur Pooja ka ras uske lund par mila.



Dono ke jism ek saath jhad gaye, lekin unka milan ek sukoon ke bajaye ek toofan ban gaya—Pooja ki choot abhi bhi Kartik ke lund ko dabaye hue thi, jaise usse chhodna na chahti ho, par uske dil mein ek chhupa sa gham tha.



Kartik ne usse apni baahon mein liya, dono bed par gir gaye, unke paseene se sane jism ek doosre se chipke, lekin unke dil ek doosre se door lagne lage.



Subah jab Pooja uthi, usne Kartik ke chehre par ek thakan dekhi—uski aankhon ke neeche gehre daayre, uska chehra safed aur bejaan sa.


Usne usse chhune ki koshish ki, uska haath uski taraf badha, lekin ek pal ke liye ruk gayi—uske dil mein ek sawaal utha, “Kya yeh thakan kisi aur ki wajah se hai?”


Usne apna haath kheench liya, aankhein niche kiye, aur chup rahi. Kamla kitchen mein kaam kar rahi thi, chupke se muskurayi—uski chal abhi bhi apne rang dikhane ke intezaar mein thi, uske chehre par ek khatarnak sa sukoon tha.



Colonel ki baatein—“shaadi, bacche, ek sadharan ghar”—Kartik ke dimaag mein ek teer ki tarah goonj rahi thi, uske dil ko bhaari kar rahi thi, usse apne pyar par shak dilati hui.



Pooja apne kamre mein baithi sochti rahi, “Kya main usse kho rahi hoon? Kya uska dil ab kisi aur ke paas hai?” Uske dil mein ek chhupa sa dard tha, jo usse har pal cheenkhta tha.


Kartik apne bistar par leta sochta raha, “Kya main Maa ke liye kaafi hoon? Kya yeh pyar mujhe barbaad kar raha hai?” Uske dil mein ek gham ka saaya tha, jo usse har pal kha raha tha.


Unka pyar, unki chahat, aur yeh nayi shanka ek jaal mein ulajh gayi thi—ek aisa bandhan jo dil ko sukoon dene ke bajaye ek toofan ban gaya tha, ek rishta jo ab shakhon mein phansa hua ek toota sa sapna lagne laga tha.


Yeh bandhan kahan le jayega—sukoon ki taraf ya barbaadi ki taraf—yeh ab waqt ke haathon mein tha.
 
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Us raat ke baad jab Kartik aur Pooja ke jism ek saath jhad gaye the, unke dil mein ek khaali sa sukoon tha, lekin shak ka saaya abhi bhi mandra raha tha.


Pooja ke zehan mein Kartik ki thaki aankhein baar-baar ubhar rahi thi—uska chehra safed, awaaz mein ek chhupa sa dard.


Kartik bhi beqarar tha—graduate hone ke baad bekaari mein ghar mein band, Kamla ke saath guzre pal ke liye apne aap ko saza de raha tha.


Dono ke beech baatein ruk si gayi thi—Pooja station se lauti toh Kartik ke missed calls nazar aaye, lekin usne phone uthaya nahi.


Kartik ne uske aane par aankhein jhukayi, “Maa, chai laau?” pucha, aur chupke se kitchen mein ghus gaya.

Neha station par Pooja ko chup dekh rahi thi—uski aankhein udaas, chehra thaka hua.


“Ma’am, aap theek nahi lagti… kya baat hai?” usne pucha. Pooja ne sar jhukaya, “Neha, dil bhaari hai… Kartik se baat nahi ho rahi.”


Udhar, Vishal Colonel Saab ke ghar aaya toh Kartik ko yun bekaari mein ghoomta dekha—haathon mein ek kitaab, lekin dhyan kahin aur.

“Kartik, tu aise kyun hai? Kuch toh bol,” Vishal ne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek bhai jaisa pyar tha.


Kartik ne dheere se bola, “Vishal bhaiya, Maa se doori lag rahi hai… main khud ko samajh nahi pa raha.”

Neha ne Vishal se station ke baahar kaha, “Vishal bhaiya, yeh dono dil se juda nahi hain, par shabdon se alag ho gaye.”Aur usse saari baat batayi. Vishal ne aankhein milayi, “Neha, humein inhein phir se ek karna hai… tu plan bana, main saath doonga.”


Vishal ka parichay.

Vishal, ek tez-tarrar 35-varshiya purana fauji, Colonel Saab ka puraana dost tha. Lamba, mazboot jism, aur aankhon mein ek gehri samajh—usne apni zindagi jung ke maidanon mein bitaayi thi, lekin ab retirement ke baad ghar aaram se baitha tha.


Kartik ko woh chhote se jaanta tha—uske bacchpan ke khel uski yaad mein taze the—aur Pooja ko ek himmatwali aurat maanta tha.

Neha, station ki chulbuli junior officer, wapas aayi thi—ek aisi ladki jiska dil bada tha, aur dimaag tez.


Usne Kartik ke saath ek pal guzara tha, lekin ab uska maksad unke pyar ko bachana tha. Vishal aur Neha ki mulakaat station par hui thi, aur unki dosti ek gehre rishte mein badal chuki thi.




Agli subah, Neha station par Pooja ke paas pahunchi.


“Ma’am, purane files sambhalne hain… staff kam hai,” usne kaha, phir dheemi awaaz mein boli, “Kartik aapke saath madad karega—civilian helper ke roop mein. Main usse bulaungi.”


Pooja chaunki, “Kartik? Lekin woh…” Neha ne beech mein kaha, “Ma’am, usse ghar se nikalna zaroori hai, aur aapko bhi uske saath waqt chahiye.” Pooja chup ho gayi, lekin dil mein ek chhoti si chingaari jagi.


Vishal ghar gaya, Kartik ko bola, “Chal, station par ek kaam hai… yun ghar mein band rehna theek nahi. Colonel bhi yahi chahte hain." Kartik ne sar hilaya, “Theek hai, Vishal bhaiya… chalta hoon,” aur saath chala.



Station ke ek chhote se kamre mein, Neha ne files ka dher rakha. “Yeh sab sort karna hai… aap dono shuru karo,” usne kaha.


Vishal ne darwaza band kiya, “Main bahar dekhta hoon… koi dikkat na ho.” Neha ne chabi apni jeb mein daali, Vishal ko ek sharaarti nigah di, aur dono bahar nikal gaye.


Kamre mein Kartik aur Pooja akele reh gaye—ek gehri khamoshi unke beech thi. Kartik ne ek file uthayi, Pooja ko di—unke haathon ka sparsh ek bijli si laya.


“Maa, yeh doori mujhe andar se kha rahi hai… main tujhe chhod nahi sakta,” usne kaha, awaaz kampati hui.


Pooja ne file neeche rakhi, “Kartik, mujhe dar tha ki tu mujhse naraaz hai… ya kisi aur ke dil ke kareeb gaya,” uski aankhein bhar aayi.



Kartik ne uski aankhon mein dekha, “Maa, Kamla ek bura sapna thi… tu hi meri asli zindagi hai!”


Usne uska haath pakda, uski ungliyon ko apne honthon tak le gaya, “Tujhse alag jeena meri rooh ko cheen raha tha.”


Pooja ne uske gaalon ko chhua, “Kartik, mujhe laga tu mujhe boodhi aurat samajhkar chhod dega… yeh shak mujhe andar se tod raha tha!”


Kartik ne usse kareeb kheench liya, “Maa, tujhse juda hona meri maut hai… tu meri har saans mein basi hai!”


Pooja ne uske maathe par ek chhota sa chumban rakha, “Kartik, tu mera har sukh hai… ab humein koi alag nahi kar sakta.”



Dono ne files sambhalna shuru kiya—ab saath mein, ek doosre ki taraf dekhkar halki si muskurahat ke saath. Neha aur Vishal bahar khade the.


Neha ne Vishal ka haath thaama, “Vishal bhaiya, lagta hai yeh dono phir se ek ho gaye.”


Vishal ne uski aankhon mein dekha, “Neha, tune unhein ek nayi shuruaat di… aur hum bhi toh ek doosre ke liye kuch khas hain, hai na?”


Neha ne sharma kar kaha, “Haan, Vishal… tumhare saath yeh sab karne me dil ko sukoon mila.”

Vishal ne usse apni baahon mein kheench liya, “Toh aaj raat hum bhi apne dil ki baat keh dein?” Neha ne sar hilaya, “Haan, Vishal… mujhe bhi yeh chahat hai.”

Ek ghante baad, Vishal ne darwaza khola, “Kaam ho gaya?” Kartik ne muskuraya, “Haan, Vishal bhaiya… aur dil bhi saaf ho gaya.”

Pooja ne Neha ko dekha, “Neha, tumne humein phir se jeene ka mauka diya… shukriya.”

Neha ne jawab diya, “Ma’am, yeh mere dil ka kaam tha.” Vishal ne Kartik ke kandhe par haath rakha, “Ab tu apni Maa ke saath khush reh… yeh rishta mazboot hai.”
 

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