The hostel room ki hawa mein ek ajeeb si garmi thi, jo March ki dhoop se nahi balki andar pal rahi tharak se paida ho rahi thi. Room 302 ka darwaza Manik ne andar se lock kiya aur kundi lagane ki awaaz pure sannate mein goonji. Nandini bed ke beechon-beech khadi thi, uski saansein abhi se bhari ho chuki thi. Woh koi masoom ladki nahi thi jo dar jaye; uski aankhon mein ek aisi besabri thi jo Manik aur Kabir dono ko uksaye ja rahi thi. Uski nazar bar-bar un dono ki pants ki taraf ja rahi thi jahan unka lund kapdon ko phad kar bahar aane ke liye betaab dikh raha tha.

"Bahut zyada chul machi hai na tujhe?" Manik ne apni shirt ke button kholte hue kaha, uski awaaz mein ek bhari-pan tha jo Nandini ke jism mein jhanjhanahat paida kar gaya. Usne Nandini ko kandhe se pakda aur ek jhatke mein bed par ghutno ke bal jhuka diya.

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