Us raat baarish fir se ho rahi thi.
Nikki ne mujhe message kiya —
"Aaja. Chhat pe hoon. Kuch cheezein dikhani hain."
Main gaya. Wo baarish me bheegi khadi thi. Cigarette haath me, aankhen sky me.
Ek photo uske haath me thi — kisi aadmi ki, jise main nahi pehchanta tha.
Usne mujhe photo dikhayi, aur bola:
"Yeh mera pehla aur aakhri love tha. Maine ise chhod diya... ya shayad usne mujhe. Truth ab confuse karta hai."
Main chup. Bas sun raha tha.
Phir usne seedha kaha:
"Tujhme us jaisa dard hai. Isliye main teri taraf khinchi chali aayi. Lekin tu bhi agar mujhe weak banaega na, to main tujhe bhi chhod dungi."
Mujhe laga wo pyaar nahi kar rahi... analysis kar rahi thi.
Jaise main koi test hoon — aur fail hua to emotion se nahi, ego se tod degi.
Us raat mujhe samajh aaya —
Nikki ek break nahi thi.
Wo agla storm thi.