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Studio mein Agastya sir hamesha khud pehle pahonchte the.
Main sava das baje pahonchi, jabki appointment gyarah baje ki thi. Corridor khaali tha, kuch students doosre studios mein baithe drawings par jhuke the. Unka darwaza aadha khula tha.
Andar gayi toh wo apni usual jagah par baithe the, ek purani revolving chair par, saamne table par kayi drawings bikhri hui. Chai ka mug unke haath mein tha, doosra mug table ke kone par khaali pada tha.
"Baitho," unhone bina sar uthaye kaha.
Main saamne wali kursi par baithi. Bag se apna roll nikaala, table par phaila diya. Do sheets thi, façade elevation aur terrace plan, dono revised.
Agastya ne chai ka mug neeche rakha aur pehli sheet apni taraf khiskayi.
Kuch der tak unhone kuch nahi kaha. Bas dekha. Unki nazar upar se neeche gayi, phir left se right, phir wapas upar.
"Ye kya kiya tumne yahan?" unhone façade ke ek hisse par ungli rakhi.
"Grid ko regularize kiya. Aapne kaha tha rhythm honi chahiye."
"Haan, maine kaha tha." Unhone pen uthayi. "Par ab ye itna rigid ho gaya hai ki building saans nahi le rahi."
"Aapne khud bola tha inconsistency distracting lag rahi thi."
"Bola tha." Unhone ek line kheenchi, façade ke upar wale hisse par, ek jagah se doosri jagah tak, seedhi. "Ab regularity boring lag rahi hai."
Main kuch der chup rahi. Phir boli, "Sir, pichhli baar aapne bola grid loose hai. Maine tight kiya. Ab aap bol rahe hain tight zyada hai."
"Haan."
"Toh main kya karoon?"
Unhone jawab nahi diya. Doosri sheet apni taraf khinchi.
Terrace plan par unhone dhyan se dekha. Phir pen se ek arrow banaya, ek corner se doosre corner tak, jahan maine seating area rakhi thi.
"Ye area," unhone kaha, "abhi bhi resolve nahi hua."
"Maine wahan seating add ki hai. Pichhli baar aapne kaha tha wo jagah khaali reh gayi hai, unresolved lag rahi hai."
"Haan, kaha tha."
"Ab maine use resolve kar diya."
"Nahi kiya." Unhone doosra arrow banaya, pehle wale ke bilkul opposite direction mein, seating area ke doosre kone se. "Ab ye zyada resolve ho gaya hai. Har cheez ne apni jagah le li hai. Yahan kuch bhi discover karne ke liye nahi bacha."
Main table ke us paar se donon arrows ko dekhti rahi. Ek left se right, doosra right se left. Usi jagah, opposite pointing.
"Dono ek saath kaise galat ho sakte hain?" maine poocha, aur mera tone khud mujhe thoda tez laga.
Agastya ne pen table par rakh di. Chashma thoda neeche kar ke meri taraf dekha.
"Kisne kaha dono galat hain?"
"Sir, ek design mein grid loose bhi nahi ho sakti aur tight bhi. Ek area resolve bhi nahi ho sakta aur over-resolve bhi. Real life mein do contradictory cheezein ek saath sach nahi ho sakti."
Unhone kuch der mujhe dekha. Phir wapas drawing ki taraf mudkar apna pen ghumaya.
"Tumhara kaam ye nahi hai ki ek jeete aur doosra haare."
"Toh phir kya hai?"
"Tension ko jagah dena. Har load ka answer ek jaisa nahi hota."
"Aur agar do cheezein sach mein ek saath fit na ho paayein? Agar structure hi allow na kare?"
"Toh wo faisla design se pehle hota hai," Agastya ne kaha, "baad mein nahi."
Unhone façade sheet uthayi, dono opposite arrows ko ek saath dekha jo unhone khud banaye the.
"Do teer, ek jagah." Unhone sheet wapas meri taraf badha di. "Har tension ko turant solve karna zaroori nahi hota."
"Wednesday tak seating area redo karo. Baaki chhodo abhi."
Interesting update. To Agastya Anu ko jante hain, lekin unhone Dhruv ko kuch aur hi bataya tha. Lagta hai agle updates aur bhi interesting hone wale hain.
Wednesday shaam ko Riya kitchen mein khadi maggi bana rahi thi jab usne ye baat chhedi.
"Maine Priyanka ko message kiya," usne kaha, bina peeche mude.
"Kis baare mein?"
"Us din wali photo ke baare mein. Comment wali. Maine poocha use yaad hai kya us shaam kaun aaya tha."
Main dining table par baithi apna laptop band kar rahi thi. Haath ruk gaya.
"Kyun?"
"Kyunki tu kuch nahi kar rahi," Riya ne kaha, maggi ko chamach se ghumate hue. "Ek hafta ho gaya tujhe pata chale ki kuch match nahi kar raha, aur tu bas sketchbook mein arrows bana rahi hai."
Mujhe pata nahi tha usne arrows dekhe the. Maine kuch nahi kaha.
"Usne reply kiya," Riya ne aage kaha. "Bola use yaad nahi kaun tha, bas itna yaad hai koi tha jo camera dekh ke thoda peeche ho gaya."
"Itna hi?"
"Itna hi." Riya ne gas band kiya. "Par kam se kam usne bhi confirm kiya ki koi tha."
Main uthi aur kitchen ki taraf gayi. Riya plate mein maggi nikaal rahi thi.
"Riya, ye sab karne ki zaroorat nahi thi."
"Kyun nahi? Tujhe lagta hai main jhooth bol rahi hoon?"
"Maine ye nahi kaha."
"Toh kya kaha? Tu ek hafte se is baat ko aise treat kar rahi hai jaise main confused hoon. Jaise meri yaad kharab hai."
"Main tujhe jhoothi nahi keh rahi."
"Phir keh kya rahi hai?"
Main jawab nahi de payi turant. Riya plate leke table par baith gayi, aur main uske saamne khadi rahi.
Agastya sir ke wo do arrows mere dimaag mein aaye.
Maine kuch der khud ko roka. Phir haar maan li.
"Tu wahan baithi thi us din, Instagram wali photo mein," maine kaha, table ke paas jaate hue. "Sofa par. Dikha mujhe kahan."
Riya ne ajeeb tarah se dekha par phir sofa ki taraf ishara kiya. "Yahin. Left corner."
"Aur main?"
"Tu bhi wahin thi, thodi aage."
"Aur Dhruv?"
Riya ne kandha uchkaya. "Us armchair par. Wahi jo window ke bagal mein hai."
Main window ke bagal wali armchair ke paas gayi. Baith gayi. Uthi. Phir se dekha, window se, armchair se, sofa tak ki line.
"Riya, phone nikaal, wo photo dobara dikha."
Riya ne phone diya, wahi photo screen par thi.
Maine photo ko phir se dekha, phir armchair ki taraf, phir window ki taraf.
Window ka glass thoda reflective tha, shaam ki roshni mein. Photo mein background mein wahi window dikh raha tha, thoda blur, par saaf.
Agar Dhruv armchair par baitha hota, us angle se camera ke saamne, toh is angle se uska kuch na kuch reflection dikhna chahiye tha.
Maine photo zoom kiya. Window ka glass khaali tha. Sirf curtain ka ek kona dikh raha tha, aur uske peeche thodi si sadak ki roshni.
"Riya, agar wo yahan baitha tha," maine armchair ki taraf ishara kiya, "toh uska reflection is window mein aana chahiye tha."
Riya ne aakar dekha. Photo ko, phir armchair ko, phir window ko.
"Shayad angle sahi nahi tha."
"Ho sakta hai," maine kaha. "Par mujhe angle sahi lag raha hai."
Riya chup ho gayi.
"Ho sakta hai wo thoda jhuka ho," usne kaha, is baar uski awaaz mein confidence kam tha. "Ya khada ho gaya ho photo lete waqt."
"Ho sakta hai," maine phir kaha.
Par mujhe khud apni baat par poora bharosa nahi tha, aur Riya ke chehre se lag raha tha usko bhi nahi.
Hum dono kuch der chup rahe.
"Tu mujhe believe hi nahi karti," Riya ne aakhir mein kaha, aawaz mein hurt tha.
"Main karti hoon."
"Nahi karti. Agar karti toh ye sab measure nahi kar rahi hoti. Tu bas ye sabit karne ki koshish kar rahi hai ki main galat hoon."
"Main sabit nahi kar rahi hoon ki tu galat hai."
"Toh kya kar rahi hai?"
Main jawab nahi de payi. Mujhe laga tha main sirf dekh rahi hoon. Riya ko lag raha tha main use galat sabit kar rahi hoon.
"Mujhe nahi pata jo tujhe yaad hai wo kaise fit hota hai," maine dheere se kaha. "Mujhe sirf itna pata hai ki is kamre mein kuch match nahi kar raha."
"Toh mera yaad karna galat hai?"
"Maine ye nahi kaha."
"Toh reflection ka na hona sahi hai?"
"Maine ye bhi nahi kaha."
Riya ne apna phone wapas le liya mere haath se. "Anu, ek cheez toh sahi honi chahiye. Ya main yahan thi jab wo aaya, ya nahi thi. Ya wo baitha tha yahan, ya nahi baitha tha."
"Zaroori nahi."
"Kya matlab zaroori nahi?"
Main us waqt kuch keh nahi payi jo poori tarah samjha sake. Bas itna kaha, "Mujhe do din chahiye."
"Do din kis liye?"
"Ye sab likhne ke liye. Jo tu keh rahi hai, jo photo mein hai, sab."
Riya ne mujhe der tak dekha, phir apni plate uthai aur sink mein rakh di, bina kuch bole. Wo apne kamre mein chali gayi. Darwaza dheere se band hua, par band hua.
Main kuch der akeli khadi rahi, kitchen mein, phir wapas dining table par aayi.
Sketchbook nikaali. Naya page khola.
Ek chhota sa plan banaya, living room ka. Sofa, armchair, window, sab apni jagah. Ek dotted line kheenchi camera ki position se armchair tak. Doosri dotted line armchair se window tak.
Armchair ke paas likha: "Riya: yahan baitha."
Window ke paas likha: "Reflection: nahi."
Maine pehli line ko nahi mitaya. Doosri ko bhi nahi.
Sketchbook band ki.
Riya ke kamre ke darwaze ke neeche se roshni aa rahi thi.
Wednesday shaam ko Riya kitchen mein khadi maggi bana rahi thi jab usne ye baat chhedi.
"Maine Priyanka ko message kiya," usne kaha, bina peeche mude.
"Kis baare mein?"
"Us din wali photo ke baare mein. Comment wali. Maine poocha use yaad hai kya us shaam kaun aaya tha."
Main dining table par baithi apna laptop band kar rahi thi. Haath ruk gaya.
"Kyun?"
"Kyunki tu kuch nahi kar rahi," Riya ne kaha, maggi ko chamach se ghumate hue. "Ek hafta ho gaya tujhe pata chale ki kuch match nahi kar raha, aur tu bas sketchbook mein arrows bana rahi hai."
Mujhe pata nahi tha usne arrows dekhe the. Maine kuch nahi kaha.
"Usne reply kiya," Riya ne aage kaha. "Bola use yaad nahi kaun tha, bas itna yaad hai koi tha jo camera dekh ke thoda peeche ho gaya."
"Itna hi?"
"Itna hi." Riya ne gas band kiya. "Par kam se kam usne bhi confirm kiya ki koi tha."
Main uthi aur kitchen ki taraf gayi. Riya plate mein maggi nikaal rahi thi.
"Riya, ye sab karne ki zaroorat nahi thi."
"Kyun nahi? Tujhe lagta hai main jhooth bol rahi hoon?"
"Maine ye nahi kaha."
"Toh kya kaha? Tu ek hafte se is baat ko aise treat kar rahi hai jaise main confused hoon. Jaise meri yaad kharab hai."
"Main tujhe jhoothi nahi keh rahi."
"Phir keh kya rahi hai?"
Main jawab nahi de payi turant. Riya plate leke table par baith gayi, aur main uske saamne khadi rahi.
Agastya sir ke wo do arrows mere dimaag mein aaye.
Maine kuch der khud ko roka. Phir haar maan li.
"Tu wahan baithi thi us din, Instagram wali photo mein," maine kaha, table ke paas jaate hue. "Sofa par. Dikha mujhe kahan."
Riya ne ajeeb tarah se dekha par phir sofa ki taraf ishara kiya. "Yahin. Left corner."
"Aur main?"
"Tu bhi wahin thi, thodi aage."
"Aur Dhruv?"
Riya ne kandha uchkaya. "Us armchair par. Wahi jo window ke bagal mein hai."
Main window ke bagal wali armchair ke paas gayi. Baith gayi. Uthi. Phir se dekha, window se, armchair se, sofa tak ki line.
"Riya, phone nikaal, wo photo dobara dikha."
Riya ne phone diya, wahi photo screen par thi.
Maine photo ko phir se dekha, phir armchair ki taraf, phir window ki taraf.
Window ka glass thoda reflective tha, shaam ki roshni mein. Photo mein background mein wahi window dikh raha tha, thoda blur, par saaf.
Agar Dhruv armchair par baitha hota, us angle se camera ke saamne, toh is angle se uska kuch na kuch reflection dikhna chahiye tha.
Maine photo zoom kiya. Window ka glass khaali tha. Sirf curtain ka ek kona dikh raha tha, aur uske peeche thodi si sadak ki roshni.
"Riya, agar wo yahan baitha tha," maine armchair ki taraf ishara kiya, "toh uska reflection is window mein aana chahiye tha."
Riya ne aakar dekha. Photo ko, phir armchair ko, phir window ko.
"Shayad angle sahi nahi tha."
"Ho sakta hai," maine kaha. "Par mujhe angle sahi lag raha hai."
Riya chup ho gayi.
"Ho sakta hai wo thoda jhuka ho," usne kaha, is baar uski awaaz mein confidence kam tha. "Ya khada ho gaya ho photo lete waqt."
"Ho sakta hai," maine phir kaha.
Par mujhe khud apni baat par poora bharosa nahi tha, aur Riya ke chehre se lag raha tha usko bhi nahi.
Hum dono kuch der chup rahe.
"Tu mujhe believe hi nahi karti," Riya ne aakhir mein kaha, aawaz mein hurt tha.
"Main karti hoon."
"Nahi karti. Agar karti toh ye sab measure nahi kar rahi hoti. Tu bas ye sabit karne ki koshish kar rahi hai ki main galat hoon."
"Main sabit nahi kar rahi hoon ki tu galat hai."
"Toh kya kar rahi hai?"
Main jawab nahi de payi. Mujhe laga tha main sirf dekh rahi hoon. Riya ko lag raha tha main use galat sabit kar rahi hoon.
"Mujhe nahi pata jo tujhe yaad hai wo kaise fit hota hai," maine dheere se kaha. "Mujhe sirf itna pata hai ki is kamre mein kuch match nahi kar raha."
"Toh mera yaad karna galat hai?"
"Maine ye nahi kaha."
"Toh reflection ka na hona sahi hai?"
"Maine ye bhi nahi kaha."
Riya ne apna phone wapas le liya mere haath se. "Anu, ek cheez toh sahi honi chahiye. Ya main yahan thi jab wo aaya, ya nahi thi. Ya wo baitha tha yahan, ya nahi baitha tha."
"Zaroori nahi."
"Kya matlab zaroori nahi?"
Main us waqt kuch keh nahi payi jo poori tarah samjha sake. Bas itna kaha, "Mujhe do din chahiye."
"Do din kis liye?"
"Ye sab likhne ke liye. Jo tu keh rahi hai, jo photo mein hai, sab."
Riya ne mujhe der tak dekha, phir apni plate uthai aur sink mein rakh di, bina kuch bole. Wo apne kamre mein chali gayi. Darwaza dheere se band hua, par band hua.
Main kuch der akeli khadi rahi, kitchen mein, phir wapas dining table par aayi.
Sketchbook nikaali. Naya page khola.
Ek chhota sa plan banaya, living room ka. Sofa, armchair, window, sab apni jagah. Ek dotted line kheenchi camera ki position se armchair tak. Doosri dotted line armchair se window tak.
Armchair ke paas likha: "Riya: yahan baitha."
Window ke paas likha: "Reflection: nahi."
Maine pehli line ko nahi mitaya. Doosri ko bhi nahi.
Sketchbook band ki.
Riya ke kamre ke darwaze ke neeche se roshni aa rahi thi.
Dono phones ab bhi dining table par saath saath pade rehte the, subah shaam.
Do din se Ishita Kapoor ka naam mere dimaag mein tha. Rizvi ke us submission sheet par, us photo mein, ek ladki khadi thi jo Anwesha nahi thi, par uski notebook waisi hi thi jaisi maine us raat dekhi thi.
Raat ke gyarah baje maine laptop khola. Browser mein type kiya, "Ishita Kapoor architecture Mumbai."
Pehla result LinkedIn tha.
Profile photo mein wahi chehra tha jo maine Agastya ke folder mein dekha tha. Chhote baal, chashma nahi, muskuraata hua chehra. Bio mein likha tha: "Architecture student, Rizvi College. Interested in adaptive reuse and urban conservation."
Ek project listed tha: "Parel Mill Redevelopment: An Adaptive Reuse Study." Wahi project jo maine Agastya ke table par dekha tha. Do paragraph ki description, kaafi formal. Ek normal student ki ek normal profile.
Uska Instagram bhi dhoondha. Profile private tha.
Kuch der maine follow request bhejne ke baare mein socha, ungli button ke upar rakhe. Phir socha kya likhunga agar usne accept kar liya.
Request nahi bheji. Laptop band kar diya.
Kamre mein sirf pankha chal raha tha. Click, click, click.
Agle din office mein Karan ne poocha, "Tu aajkal thaka thaka lagta hai. Sab theek hai?"
"Haan, bas neend poori nahi ho rahi."
Karan ne kandha uchka diya aur wapas apni screen ki taraf mud gaya.
Lunch ke waqt Kabir ka message aaya. "Bike aa gayi. Weekend pe ride pe chalte hain?"
"Haan, bata de time."
"Priya bhi aayegi. Uski cousin bhi shayad."
Maine reply nahi kiya turant. Phir type kiya, "Theek hai."
Shaam ko ghar aakar maine dono phones dekhe, jaise roz dekhta tha. Phone B ki screen par kuch naya nahi tha. Wahi bike ki photo jo Kabir ne parathe wale dukan par bheji thi, ab bhi wahin padi thi, chat mein sabse upar.
Maine sochne ki koshish ki ki main Kabir ko sab kuch bata doon. Ishita, Anwesha, wo aangan, Chowkidaar, dono phones.
Maine socha kaise shuru karunga.
"Kabir, ek ajeeb baat hai."
Phir kya. Kabir ya toh believe nahi karega, ya karega. Aur agar kar liya, toh uski aankhon mein wo hi dar dikhega jo mujhe khud apne andar hai. Mujhe apna bojh kisi aur par dalne se hamesha darr laga hai. Yahan bhi wahi dar tha, bas iss baar bojh thoda zyada bhaari tha.
Maine phone rakh diya.
Mummy ka call aaya raat ko.
"Beta, khana khaya?"
"Haan mummy."
"Papa poochh rahe the tu Diwali pe aayega ki nahi."
"Dekhta hoon."
"Har baar yahi bolta hai. Is baar pakka bata."
Main kuch der chup raha. Phir poocha, "Mummy, Papa ki aankh ab theek hai na?"
"Haan bilkul theek hai. Kyun?"
"Bas poochh raha tha."
Call katne ke baad main bistar par let gaya. Chhat par pankha ghoom raha tha.
Maine socha, agar main Kabir ko sach bata doon toh kya badlega. Shayad kuch nahi badlega. Shayad Anwesha wapas nahi milegi, Ishita kabhi mujhe reply nahi karegi, aur Phone B waisa hi table par pada rahega jaisa aaj hai.
Par kam se kam koi aur insaan jaanta hoga.
Maine phone uthaya. Kabir ka naam khola. Message type karna shuru kiya.
Dono phones ab bhi dining table par saath saath pade rehte the, subah shaam.
Do din se Ishita Kapoor ka naam mere dimaag mein tha. Rizvi ke us submission sheet par, us photo mein, ek ladki khadi thi jo Anwesha nahi thi, par uski notebook waisi hi thi jaisi maine us raat dekhi thi.
Raat ke gyarah baje maine laptop khola. Browser mein type kiya, "Ishita Kapoor architecture Mumbai."
Pehla result LinkedIn tha.
Profile photo mein wahi chehra tha jo maine Agastya ke folder mein dekha tha. Chhote baal, chashma nahi, muskuraata hua chehra. Bio mein likha tha: "Architecture student, Rizvi College. Interested in adaptive reuse and urban conservation."
Ek project listed tha: "Parel Mill Redevelopment: An Adaptive Reuse Study." Wahi project jo maine Agastya ke table par dekha tha. Do paragraph ki description, kaafi formal. Ek normal student ki ek normal profile.
Uska Instagram bhi dhoondha. Profile private tha.
Kuch der maine follow request bhejne ke baare mein socha, ungli button ke upar rakhe. Phir socha kya likhunga agar usne accept kar liya.
Request nahi bheji. Laptop band kar diya.
Kamre mein sirf pankha chal raha tha. Click, click, click.
Agle din office mein Karan ne poocha, "Tu aajkal thaka thaka lagta hai. Sab theek hai?"
"Haan, bas neend poori nahi ho rahi."
Karan ne kandha uchka diya aur wapas apni screen ki taraf mud gaya.
Lunch ke waqt Kabir ka message aaya. "Bike aa gayi. Weekend pe ride pe chalte hain?"
"Haan, bata de time."
"Priya bhi aayegi. Uski cousin bhi shayad."
Maine reply nahi kiya turant. Phir type kiya, "Theek hai."
Shaam ko ghar aakar maine dono phones dekhe, jaise roz dekhta tha. Phone B ki screen par kuch naya nahi tha. Wahi bike ki photo jo Kabir ne parathe wale dukan par bheji thi, ab bhi wahin padi thi, chat mein sabse upar.
Maine sochne ki koshish ki ki main Kabir ko sab kuch bata doon. Ishita, Anwesha, wo aangan, Chowkidaar, dono phones.
Maine socha kaise shuru karunga.
"Kabir, ek ajeeb baat hai."
Phir kya. Kabir ya toh believe nahi karega, ya karega. Aur agar kar liya, toh uski aankhon mein wo hi dar dikhega jo mujhe khud apne andar hai. Mujhe apna bojh kisi aur par dalne se hamesha darr laga hai. Yahan bhi wahi dar tha, bas iss baar bojh thoda zyada bhaari tha.
Maine phone rakh diya.
Mummy ka call aaya raat ko.
"Beta, khana khaya?"
"Haan mummy."
"Papa poochh rahe the tu Diwali pe aayega ki nahi."
"Dekhta hoon."
"Har baar yahi bolta hai. Is baar pakka bata."
Main kuch der chup raha. Phir poocha, "Mummy, Papa ki aankh ab theek hai na?"
"Haan bilkul theek hai. Kyun?"
"Bas poochh raha tha."
Call katne ke baad main bistar par let gaya. Chhat par pankha ghoom raha tha.
Maine socha, agar main Kabir ko sach bata doon toh kya badlega. Shayad kuch nahi badlega. Shayad Anwesha wapas nahi milegi, Ishita kabhi mujhe reply nahi karegi, aur Phone B waisa hi table par pada rahega jaisa aaj hai.
Par kam se kam koi aur insaan jaanta hoga.
Maine phone uthaya. Kabir ka naam khola. Message type karna shuru kiya.
Kabir already table par baitha tha jab main Prabhadevi pahoncha, dono cups already aa chuke the.
"Late," usne kaha, phone se nazar hataye bina.
Main baitha. Bag neeche rakha. Phir usme se dono phones nikaale aur table par rakh diye, ek doosre ke bagal mein.
Kabir ne apna phone rakha. "Do phone kab se rakhne laga?"
"Dono mere hain."
"Matlab?"
"Dono mere phone hain, Kabir. Same PIN, same apps, same sab kuch. Bas ek hai jo mere paas pehle se tha, aur doosra... doosra ek din apne aap dining table par aa gaya."
Kabir hasa. Halki si hasi thi, jaise wo intezaar kar raha ho ki main bhi hasoon.
Main nahi hasa.
Uska expression badla. "Tu serious hai?"
"Haan."
"Kya matlab apne aap aa gaya? Tune doosra khareeda hoga, bhool gaya hoga."
"Nahi khareeda."
"Toh?"
Maine dono phones ko dekha. Kaise shuru karoon, ye maine kayi raaton socha tha, aur ab jab waqt aaya toh sab kuch galat tarike se nikal raha tha.
"Ek raat main office se ghar aaya," maine kaha, "aur dining table par ye doosra phone pada tha. Meri hi lock screen, mera hi PIN chal gaya usme. Andar wahi sab kuch tha jo mere phone mein hai. Notes, gallery, WhatsApp. Bas kuch chhoti chhoti cheezein alag thi."
"Kaisi alag?"
"Kuch messages jo iss phone mein hain, mere phone mein nahi hain. Photos jo iss mein hain, mere phone mein nahi hain."
Kabir ne apna cup uthaya, phir wapas rakh diya bina piye.
"Dhruv, tu neend poori nahi le raha, ye tune khud bola tha. Ho sakta hai tu kuch confuse kar raha ho."
"Maine bhi yahi sochne ki koshish ki."
"Toh ho sakta hai wahi ho na."
"Kabir, ye phone touch kar. Uthake dekh."
Kabir ne thodi der jhijhak ke doosra phone uthaya. Screen on ki, PIN daala, jo maine use bata diya tha. Phone khul gaya.
Wo kuch der scroll karta raha. Gallery kholi, kuch photos dekhi, WhatsApp khola.
"Ye toh sach mein tera hi lagta hai," usne kaha, aawaz thodi dheemi ho gayi thi. "Same wallpaper, same sab."
"Haan."
"Par ye ho kaise sakta hai?"
"Mujhe nahi pata."
Kabir ne phone table par wapas rakh diya, thoda door, jaise use touch karna achha na laga ho.
"Tu isse service center le gaya?"
"Nahi."
"Police?"
"Kya bataunga police ko, Kabir? Ki mere ghar mein ek aur phone aa gaya jisme mera hi data hai?"
"Toh kisi ne plant kiya hoga. Koi tere ghar ka spare key rakhta hai kya?"
"Nahi."
"Landlord?"
"Kabir, ruk ja." Meri aawaz thodi tez ho gayi. "Main tujhe practical solutions sunne ke liye nahi laaya. Maine socha tha tu sunega, par..."
Main ruk gaya.
Kabir ne mujhe der tak dekha.
"Sorry," maine kaha. "Bas... tu wahi sawaal pooch raha hai jo maine khud se ek hafte se pooche hain. Mujhe pata hai koi practical explanation nahi hai."
Kabir chup raha thodi der. Phir usne poocha, "Aur kuch hua hai? Sirf phone nahi?"
Main jawab dete waqt ruka. Ananya ka naam mere gale tak aaya, phir wahin ruk gaya. Wo sabse purani baat thi, sabse zyada nazuk. Abhi nahi.
"Ek jagah gaya tha," maine kaha, "ek raat. Wahan se ek ladki mili, Anwesha naam ki. Uske baad se main use dhoondh nahi paa raha. Uska number bhi galat nikla. Baarah digit ka."
"Baarah digit?" Kabir ne bhaunhein sikodi. "Indian number toh das ka hota hai."
"Wahi toh."
"Wo jagah kaunsi thi?"
"Pata nahi. Do buildingon ke beech mein ek gali thi, jo pehle kabhi nahi thi. Us raat thi, agli subah nahi thi."
Kabir ne apna cup phir se uthaya, is baar piya.
"Dhruv, ye sab sunke... main tujhe jhootha nahi bol raha. Par ye sab meri samajh se bahar hai."
"Mujhi se bhi bahar hai."
"Tu kitne din se ye sab akela dekh raha hai?"
"Ek hafta," maine kaha, "shayad usse thoda zyada."
"Akele?"
"Haan."
Kabir kuch der chup raha. Uske chehre par gussa nahi tha. Fikar thi.
"Tune mujhe pehle kyun nahi bataya?"
"Kyunki mujhe nahi pata tha tu kya kahega. Yaqeen karega toh dar jaayega. Nahi karega toh ye sab phir sirf mere dimaag mein reh jayega."
Kabir ne kuch nahi kaha thodi der. Phir usne haath aage badhaya aur doosre phone ki taraf ishara kiya.
"Ye mere paas raat bhar ke liye chhod de."
"Nahi."
Maine ye itni jaldi kaha ki mujhe khud ajeeb laga.
"Kyun nahi?"
"Bas... nahi."
Kabir ne bhaunhein uthai. "Dhruv, tu abhi keh raha tha ye phone tujhe daraata hai. Ab jab main lene ki baat kar raha hoon, tu chhodna nahi chahta?"
Maine dono phones ko dekha, ek doosre ke bagal mein.
"Ye mera hi data hai," maine kaha, dheere se. "Mera hi ghar, meri hi zindagi, bas thodi alag. Agar ye kisi aur ke paas chala gaya, aur kal ye gayab ho gaya, ya badal gaya, toh mujhe pata bhi nahi chalega."
Kabir ne haath wapas khinch liya.
"Theek hai," usne kaha. "Nahi lunga."
Hum dono kuch der chup baithe rahe. Cafe mein baaki tables par log apni baaton mein magan the, kisi ko hamari taraf koi dhyan nahi tha.
"Ek baat bata," Kabir ne aakhir mein kaha. "Kal se akela kuch mat kar. Jo bhi ho, jahan bhi jaana pade, mujhe bata ke jaana."
"Kabir, ruk..."
"Main keh nahi raha ki main sab samajh gaya. Main keh raha hoon ki tu akela mat reh."
Maine sar hilaya.
Bill aaya. Kabir ne pay kiya, jaise hamesha karta tha.
Bahar nikalte waqt usne apni bike ki chabi nikaali, phir ruk gaya.
"Wo dono phone, jab tak yaqeen na ho jaaye, kisi aur ko mat dikhana. Office mein toh bilkul nahi."
"Nahi bataunga."
Usne sar hilaya aur bike start ki.
Main paidal chalne laga, dono phones bag mein, ek doosre ke bagal mein, ab jaise rehne lage the.
Kabir already table par baitha tha jab main Prabhadevi pahoncha, dono cups already aa chuke the.
"Late," usne kaha, phone se nazar hataye bina.
Main baitha. Bag neeche rakha. Phir usme se dono phones nikaale aur table par rakh diye, ek doosre ke bagal mein.
Kabir ne apna phone rakha. "Do phone kab se rakhne laga?"
"Dono mere hain."
"Matlab?"
"Dono mere phone hain, Kabir. Same PIN, same apps, same sab kuch. Bas ek hai jo mere paas pehle se tha, aur doosra... doosra ek din apne aap dining table par aa gaya."
Kabir hasa. Halki si hasi thi, jaise wo intezaar kar raha ho ki main bhi hasoon.
Main nahi hasa.
Uska expression badla. "Tu serious hai?"
"Haan."
"Kya matlab apne aap aa gaya? Tune doosra khareeda hoga, bhool gaya hoga."
"Nahi khareeda."
"Toh?"
Maine dono phones ko dekha. Kaise shuru karoon, ye maine kayi raaton socha tha, aur ab jab waqt aaya toh sab kuch galat tarike se nikal raha tha.
"Ek raat main office se ghar aaya," maine kaha, "aur dining table par ye doosra phone pada tha. Meri hi lock screen, mera hi PIN chal gaya usme. Andar wahi sab kuch tha jo mere phone mein hai. Notes, gallery, WhatsApp. Bas kuch chhoti chhoti cheezein alag thi."
"Kaisi alag?"
"Kuch messages jo iss phone mein hain, mere phone mein nahi hain. Photos jo iss mein hain, mere phone mein nahi hain."
Kabir ne apna cup uthaya, phir wapas rakh diya bina piye.
"Dhruv, tu neend poori nahi le raha, ye tune khud bola tha. Ho sakta hai tu kuch confuse kar raha ho."
"Maine bhi yahi sochne ki koshish ki."
"Toh ho sakta hai wahi ho na."
"Kabir, ye phone touch kar. Uthake dekh."
Kabir ne thodi der jhijhak ke doosra phone uthaya. Screen on ki, PIN daala, jo maine use bata diya tha. Phone khul gaya.
Wo kuch der scroll karta raha. Gallery kholi, kuch photos dekhi, WhatsApp khola.
"Ye toh sach mein tera hi lagta hai," usne kaha, aawaz thodi dheemi ho gayi thi. "Same wallpaper, same sab."
"Haan."
"Par ye ho kaise sakta hai?"
"Mujhe nahi pata."
Kabir ne phone table par wapas rakh diya, thoda door, jaise use touch karna achha na laga ho.
"Tu isse service center le gaya?"
"Nahi."
"Police?"
"Kya bataunga police ko, Kabir? Ki mere ghar mein ek aur phone aa gaya jisme mera hi data hai?"
"Toh kisi ne plant kiya hoga. Koi tere ghar ka spare key rakhta hai kya?"
"Nahi."
"Landlord?"
"Kabir, ruk ja." Meri aawaz thodi tez ho gayi. "Main tujhe practical solutions sunne ke liye nahi laaya. Maine socha tha tu sunega, par..."
Main ruk gaya.
Kabir ne mujhe der tak dekha.
"Sorry," maine kaha. "Bas... tu wahi sawaal pooch raha hai jo maine khud se ek hafte se pooche hain. Mujhe pata hai koi practical explanation nahi hai."
Kabir chup raha thodi der. Phir usne poocha, "Aur kuch hua hai? Sirf phone nahi?"
Main jawab dete waqt ruka. Ananya ka naam mere gale tak aaya, phir wahin ruk gaya. Wo sabse purani baat thi, sabse zyada nazuk. Abhi nahi.
"Ek jagah gaya tha," maine kaha, "ek raat. Wahan se ek ladki mili, Anwesha naam ki. Uske baad se main use dhoondh nahi paa raha. Uska number bhi galat nikla. Baarah digit ka."
"Baarah digit?" Kabir ne bhaunhein sikodi. "Indian number toh das ka hota hai."
"Wahi toh."
"Wo jagah kaunsi thi?"
"Pata nahi. Do buildingon ke beech mein ek gali thi, jo pehle kabhi nahi thi. Us raat thi, agli subah nahi thi."
Kabir ne apna cup phir se uthaya, is baar piya.
"Dhruv, ye sab sunke... main tujhe jhootha nahi bol raha. Par ye sab meri samajh se bahar hai."
"Mujhi se bhi bahar hai."
"Tu kitne din se ye sab akela dekh raha hai?"
"Ek hafta," maine kaha, "shayad usse thoda zyada."
"Akele?"
"Haan."
Kabir kuch der chup raha. Uske chehre par gussa nahi tha. Fikar thi.
"Tune mujhe pehle kyun nahi bataya?"
"Kyunki mujhe nahi pata tha tu kya kahega. Yaqeen karega toh dar jaayega. Nahi karega toh ye sab phir sirf mere dimaag mein reh jayega."
Kabir ne kuch nahi kaha thodi der. Phir usne haath aage badhaya aur doosre phone ki taraf ishara kiya.
"Ye mere paas raat bhar ke liye chhod de."
"Nahi."
Maine ye itni jaldi kaha ki mujhe khud ajeeb laga.
"Kyun nahi?"
"Bas... nahi."
Kabir ne bhaunhein uthai. "Dhruv, tu abhi keh raha tha ye phone tujhe daraata hai. Ab jab main lene ki baat kar raha hoon, tu chhodna nahi chahta?"
Maine dono phones ko dekha, ek doosre ke bagal mein.
"Ye mera hi data hai," maine kaha, dheere se. "Mera hi ghar, meri hi zindagi, bas thodi alag. Agar ye kisi aur ke paas chala gaya, aur kal ye gayab ho gaya, ya badal gaya, toh mujhe pata bhi nahi chalega."
Kabir ne haath wapas khinch liya.
"Theek hai," usne kaha. "Nahi lunga."
Hum dono kuch der chup baithe rahe. Cafe mein baaki tables par log apni baaton mein magan the, kisi ko hamari taraf koi dhyan nahi tha.
"Ek baat bata," Kabir ne aakhir mein kaha. "Kal se akela kuch mat kar. Jo bhi ho, jahan bhi jaana pade, mujhe bata ke jaana."
"Kabir, ruk..."
"Main keh nahi raha ki main sab samajh gaya. Main keh raha hoon ki tu akela mat reh."
Maine sar hilaya.
Bill aaya. Kabir ne pay kiya, jaise hamesha karta tha.
Bahar nikalte waqt usne apni bike ki chabi nikaali, phir ruk gaya.
"Wo dono phone, jab tak yaqeen na ho jaaye, kisi aur ko mat dikhana. Office mein toh bilkul nahi."
"Nahi bataunga."
Usne sar hilaya aur bike start ki.
Main paidal chalne laga, dono phones bag mein, ek doosre ke bagal mein, ab jaise rehne lage the.
Dadar station par shaam ke saade saat baje bheed hamesha zyada hoti hai.
Main platform number teen par utra, FOB ki taraf badha jahan se main hamesha jaata hoon jab Dadar se connect karna hota hai. Aaj Kabir ke ghar jaana tha, uska ek cousin aaya tha Nashik se, aur Kabir ne zid ki thi main milne aaun.
Bridge par chadhte waqt bheed normal thi. Log daayen baayen dhakka de rahe the, koi kisi ki trolley bag se takra raha tha, chai wale ki awaaz peeche chhoot rahi thi.
Bridge ke doosre hisse mein, jahan usually ek sharp turn aata hai left ki taraf, aaj wo turn thoda zyada lamba mehsoos hua. Maine dhyan nahi diya pehle. Bheed kam hoti gayi, jaise log dheere dheere peeche chhoot rahe hon.
Kadam badhata raha.
Ek point par maine dekha ki mere aage koi nahi tha. Peeche bhi koi nahi tha.
Bridge ka roof ab bhi wahi tha, wahi green paint, wahi rusted railings. Par awaaz gayab ho chuki thi. Koi announcement nahi, koi train ki awaaz neeche se nahi, koi kadmon ki chaap nahi, sirf meri apni.
Maine ruk kar phone nikala. No Service.
Kabir ka naam khola message karne ke liye. Signal ka symbol laal cross se bhara tha.
Phone jeb mein wapas rakh diya.
Aage badha. Bridge khatam nahi ho raha tha jahan hona chahiye tha. Neeche platform dikhne chahiye the, tracks dikhne chahiye the. Kuch nahi dikha. Bas neeche ek andhera tha, jaise bridge kisi khaali jagah ke upar latka ho.
Kuch der khada raha. Phir socha, agar ye wahi tarah ki jagah hai jaisi pehle gaya tha, toh yahan koi aur bhi ho sakta hai.
Awaaz di, "Koi hai?"
Koi jawaab nahi aaya. Sirf meri awaaz bridge ki tin ki chhat se takra kar wapas aayi.
Kadam badhaata gaya.
Thodi der baad bridge dheere dheere neeche ki taraf jhukne laga, jaise koi ramp ban raha ho. Maine dheeme kadam liye. Roshni kam hoti gayi.
Aakhir mein bridge khatam hua, ek chhoti si khaali jagah mein. Concrete ka floor, do taraf unchi deewarein, koi chhat nahi upar.
Wahi jagah nahi thi jahan pehle Anwesha mili thi. Chhoti thi, aur deewarein alag texture ki thi, plaster wali, pehle wali eenton ki nahi.
Main wahin khada raha, samajhne ki koshish karta hua kya karoon.
Tabhi ek awaaz aayi, andhere ke us paar se. Kisi ke chalne ki, patthar par jooton ki.
"Koi hai?" ek awaaz poochhi. Ladki ki awaaz.
Mera dil ruk gaya ek pal ke liye.
"Anwesha?"
Kuch der khamoshi rahi. Phir awaaz, kaafi kareeb se, "Dhruv?"
Wo andhere se nikal kar saamne aayi. Wahi bag kandhe par, haath mein sketchbook.
Hum dono kuch der bas khade rahe, ek doosre ko dekhte hue.
"Tum," maine kaha.
"Haan."
Meri pehli feeling relief thi. Itni tez ki maine ek kadam uski taraf badhaya bhi. Phir Ishita ki wo photo yaad aayi, wo chehra jo Anwesha ka nahi tha par uski notebook rakhta tha. Kadam wahin ruk gaya.
Anwesha ke chehre par bhi wahi kuch tha. Usne bhi ek kadam badhaya tha, phir ruk gayi.
"Tum theek ho?" usne poocha, thodi jhijhak ke saath.
"Haan. Tum?"
"Haan."
Hum dono phir chup ho gaye.
"Tum mere flat par kab aaye the?" Anwesha ne achanak poocha.
"Tumne mujhe Bandra bataya tha," maine kaha. "Roommate ka naam bhi bataya tha, Riya. Par mujhe tumhara address nahi pata. Main kabhi tumhare flat nahi gaya."
"Riya kehti hai tum do hafte pehle wahan aaye the. Chai pi thi. Aadha ghanta baithe the."
"Main wahan nahi gaya, Anwesha."
"Toh Riya jhooth bol rahi hai?"
"Mujhe nahi pata. Main sirf itna jaanta hoon ki main wahan nahi gaya."
Anwesha ne apni sketchbook ko haath mein kas liya, jaise apne aap ko sambhal rahi ho.
"Tum Ishita Kapoor ko jaanti ho?" maine poocha.
Uske chehre par confusion aaya. "Kaun?"
"Rizvi mein padhti hai. Wahi project jo tumne bataya tha, mill wala. Wo project Agastya sir ke paas Ishita ke naam se hai."
"Main kisi Ishita ko nahi jaanti," Anwesha ne kaha, aur uski awaaz mein pehli baar dar tha. "Wo project mera hai. Maine banaya hai."
"Mujhe pata hai," maine kaha. "Bas... Rizvi mein wahi project kisi aur ke naam par hai."
Hum dono kuch der khade rahe, is baat ko samajhne ki koshish karte hue.
"Do phones hain mere paas," maine kaha. "Ek mera hai, doosra bhi mera hai, par usme aisi cheezein hain jo maine kabhi nahi ki."
"Do phones?"
"Lambi kahani hai."
Anwesha ne sar hilaya, jaise abhi is par jaane ka waqt nahi tha.
"Tumhe pata hai kya sabse ajeeb baat hai?" usne kaha. "Ye sab sunne ke baad bhi, mujhe tum jhoothe nahi lagte."
"Mujhe bhi tum jhooti nahi lagti."
Kuch der aur khamoshi rahi.
"Ab?" Anwesha ne poocha.
"Pehle yahan se nikalte hain."
Anwesha ne apni sketchbook seene se laga li.
"Akeli nahi jaana chahti," usne kaha.
"Main bhi akela nahi jaana chahta."
Hum dono ek doosre ke paas aaye, dheere se, jaise abhi bhi poora yakeen na ho ki doosra sach mein wahan hai.
"Chalo," Anwesha ne kaha.
Humne chalna shuru kiya, saath saath, us khaali jagah ke ek kone ki taraf jahan andhera thoda kam gehra tha.
Chalte chalte maine apna haath uske haath ke kareeb rakha, poori tarah pakadne ki himmat nahi hui, bas itna ki agar wo chahe toh pakad le.
Dadar station par shaam ke saade saat baje bheed hamesha zyada hoti hai.
Main platform number teen par utra, FOB ki taraf badha jahan se main hamesha jaata hoon jab Dadar se connect karna hota hai. Aaj Kabir ke ghar jaana tha, uska ek cousin aaya tha Nashik se, aur Kabir ne zid ki thi main milne aaun.
Bridge par chadhte waqt bheed normal thi. Log daayen baayen dhakka de rahe the, koi kisi ki trolley bag se takra raha tha, chai wale ki awaaz peeche chhoot rahi thi.
Bridge ke doosre hisse mein, jahan usually ek sharp turn aata hai left ki taraf, aaj wo turn thoda zyada lamba mehsoos hua. Maine dhyan nahi diya pehle. Bheed kam hoti gayi, jaise log dheere dheere peeche chhoot rahe hon.
Kadam badhata raha.
Ek point par maine dekha ki mere aage koi nahi tha. Peeche bhi koi nahi tha.
Bridge ka roof ab bhi wahi tha, wahi green paint, wahi rusted railings. Par awaaz gayab ho chuki thi. Koi announcement nahi, koi train ki awaaz neeche se nahi, koi kadmon ki chaap nahi, sirf meri apni.
Maine ruk kar phone nikala. No Service.
Kabir ka naam khola message karne ke liye. Signal ka symbol laal cross se bhara tha.
Phone jeb mein wapas rakh diya.
Aage badha. Bridge khatam nahi ho raha tha jahan hona chahiye tha. Neeche platform dikhne chahiye the, tracks dikhne chahiye the. Kuch nahi dikha. Bas neeche ek andhera tha, jaise bridge kisi khaali jagah ke upar latka ho.
Kuch der khada raha. Phir socha, agar ye wahi tarah ki jagah hai jaisi pehle gaya tha, toh yahan koi aur bhi ho sakta hai.
Awaaz di, "Koi hai?"
Koi jawaab nahi aaya. Sirf meri awaaz bridge ki tin ki chhat se takra kar wapas aayi.
Kadam badhaata gaya.
Thodi der baad bridge dheere dheere neeche ki taraf jhukne laga, jaise koi ramp ban raha ho. Maine dheeme kadam liye. Roshni kam hoti gayi.
Aakhir mein bridge khatam hua, ek chhoti si khaali jagah mein. Concrete ka floor, do taraf unchi deewarein, koi chhat nahi upar.
Wahi jagah nahi thi jahan pehle Anwesha mili thi. Chhoti thi, aur deewarein alag texture ki thi, plaster wali, pehle wali eenton ki nahi.
Main wahin khada raha, samajhne ki koshish karta hua kya karoon.
Tabhi ek awaaz aayi, andhere ke us paar se. Kisi ke chalne ki, patthar par jooton ki.
"Koi hai?" ek awaaz poochhi. Ladki ki awaaz.
Mera dil ruk gaya ek pal ke liye.
"Anwesha?"
Kuch der khamoshi rahi. Phir awaaz, kaafi kareeb se, "Dhruv?"
Wo andhere se nikal kar saamne aayi. Wahi bag kandhe par, haath mein sketchbook.
Hum dono kuch der bas khade rahe, ek doosre ko dekhte hue.
"Tum," maine kaha.
"Haan."
Meri pehli feeling relief thi. Itni tez ki maine ek kadam uski taraf badhaya bhi. Phir Ishita ki wo photo yaad aayi, wo chehra jo Anwesha ka nahi tha par uski notebook rakhta tha. Kadam wahin ruk gaya.
Anwesha ke chehre par bhi wahi kuch tha. Usne bhi ek kadam badhaya tha, phir ruk gayi.
"Tum theek ho?" usne poocha, thodi jhijhak ke saath.
"Haan. Tum?"
"Haan."
Hum dono phir chup ho gaye.
"Tum mere flat par kab aaye the?" Anwesha ne achanak poocha.
"Tumne mujhe Bandra bataya tha," maine kaha. "Roommate ka naam bhi bataya tha, Riya. Par mujhe tumhara address nahi pata. Main kabhi tumhare flat nahi gaya."
"Riya kehti hai tum do hafte pehle wahan aaye the. Chai pi thi. Aadha ghanta baithe the."
"Main wahan nahi gaya, Anwesha."
"Toh Riya jhooth bol rahi hai?"
"Mujhe nahi pata. Main sirf itna jaanta hoon ki main wahan nahi gaya."
Anwesha ne apni sketchbook ko haath mein kas liya, jaise apne aap ko sambhal rahi ho.
"Tum Ishita Kapoor ko jaanti ho?" maine poocha.
Uske chehre par confusion aaya. "Kaun?"
"Rizvi mein padhti hai. Wahi project jo tumne bataya tha, mill wala. Wo project Agastya sir ke paas Ishita ke naam se hai."
"Main kisi Ishita ko nahi jaanti," Anwesha ne kaha, aur uski awaaz mein pehli baar dar tha. "Wo project mera hai. Maine banaya hai."
"Mujhe pata hai," maine kaha. "Bas... Rizvi mein wahi project kisi aur ke naam par hai."
Hum dono kuch der khade rahe, is baat ko samajhne ki koshish karte hue.
"Do phones hain mere paas," maine kaha. "Ek mera hai, doosra bhi mera hai, par usme aisi cheezein hain jo maine kabhi nahi ki."
"Do phones?"
"Lambi kahani hai."
Anwesha ne sar hilaya, jaise abhi is par jaane ka waqt nahi tha.
"Tumhe pata hai kya sabse ajeeb baat hai?" usne kaha. "Ye sab sunne ke baad bhi, mujhe tum jhoothe nahi lagte."
"Mujhe bhi tum jhooti nahi lagti."
Kuch der aur khamoshi rahi.
"Ab?" Anwesha ne poocha.
"Pehle yahan se nikalte hain."
Anwesha ne apni sketchbook seene se laga li.
"Akeli nahi jaana chahti," usne kaha.
"Main bhi akela nahi jaana chahta."
Hum dono ek doosre ke paas aaye, dheere se, jaise abhi bhi poora yakeen na ho ki doosra sach mein wahan hai.
"Chalo," Anwesha ne kaha.
Humne chalna shuru kiya, saath saath, us khaali jagah ke ek kone ki taraf jahan andhera thoda kam gehra tha.
Chalte chalte maine apna haath uske haath ke kareeb rakha, poori tarah pakadne ki himmat nahi hui, bas itna ki agar wo chahe toh pakad le.
Dhruv aur Anwesha finally ek dusre se mil gaye hain lekin unhi halat mein jaise wo pehle mile the. Ab dekhte hain dono iss baar kaise bahar niklte hain. Kya Dhruv iss baar Anwesha se uska address or sahi phone number lega? Kya wo dono iss baar ek dusre ke saath rahenge? Kya wo dono milkar isse rahasya se parda utha payenge?
