Do hafton se Nikki gayab thi. Na text, na call, na clue.
Main pagal sa har jagah dhoondta raha.
Phir ek raat usi club me gaya jahan pehli baar mila tha.
Aur wahi corner table pe...
Nikki thi.
Magar akeli nahi.
Ek ladka uske samne tha — usi jaise aankhen, usi jaise smile.
Wo dono haas rahe the. Mujhe dekh ke Nikki bas ek second ko ruki.
Fir usne us ladke ka haath pakda... aur chum liya.
Main stone ho gaya.
Jaise meri story kisi aur ki script ban gayi ho.
Main uske paas gaya. Usne cold tone me bola:
"Tu mujhe samajhne laga tha na?
Nikki ko feel karne laga tha?
News flash — main kabhi gayi hi nahi thi... mujhe chhodne ka kaam mujhe hi karne de."
Wo uth gayi, jaise scene uske liye khatam ho gaya ho.
Par last line...
"Tere dard ka flavour theek tha. Par overdose mujhe pasand nahi."