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Day 1: Pehli Mulakat aur Baarish

​Dilli ke us chhote se, thode purane cafe mein coffee ki khushboo aur kitabon ki mehak mili hui thi. Baahar achanak tez baarish shuru ho gayi thi. Kabir khidki ke paas baitha apni diary mein kuch likh raha tha, jab darwaza khula aur wo andar aayi.

​Wo Ira thi. Uske baal bheege hue the, aur uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha, jaise use baarish se koi shikayat na ho. Cafe mein koi aur mez khaali nahi thi. Ira ne thoda jhijhakte hue Kabir se pucha, "Kya main yahan baith sakti hoon?" Kabir ne muskura kar haan keh di.

​Shuruat ek aam "thank you" se hui, lekin agle do ghanton mein dono ko waqt ka hosh hi nahi raha. Kabir jo thoda khamosh rehta tha, Ira ke sath yun khul gaya jaise dono saalon se dost hon. Ira ne bataya ki wo agle do din mein is shehar se humesha ke liye ja rahi hai—ek naye desh, ek nayi zindagi ki shuruat karne. Kab tak? Koi thikana nahi tha. Kabir ne thoda udas hokar muskura diya. Jab dono cafe se baahar nikle, toh baarish ruk chuki thi, lekin unke beech ek anjaan sa rishta shuru ho chuka tha. Kabir ne darrte-darrte pucha, "Kya kal hum phir mil sakte hain?" Ira ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur kaha, "Haan."

​Day 2: Baaton ka Silsila aur Khamosh Ehtesaas

​Doosra din shehar ko ghumne aur ek-doosre ko aur gahrai se janne mein guzra. Purani Dilli ki tang galiyan, chatpate khane, aur nukkad ki chai. Ira har chhoti cheez mein khushi dhoond leti thi, aur Kabir bas use dekhta rehta tha. Use lag raha tha jaise wo kisi khwab mein jee raha ho.

​Dopahar dhalne tak dono ek purane kile ki deewar par baithe sunset dekh rahe the. Aasman laal aur narangi rangon se bhara tha. Ira ne achanak kaha, "Kuch rishte waqt ke mohtaaj nahi hote, Kabir. Mujhe lagta hai main tumhe zindagi bhar se jaanti hoon."

​Kabir ne uska haath thaam liya. Uske dil mein ek kasak thi—wo jaanta tha ki kal Ira chali jayegi. Wo use rok nahi sakta tha, aur na hi rokna chahta tha, kyunki ye Ira ke sapnon ki udaan thi. Lekin us pal mein, us chhote se lamhe mein, dono ne ek-doosre ko poori tarah apna liya tha. Unhone koi waada nahi kiya, koi badi kasme nahi khayin, bas us shaam ki khamoshi ko dono ne milkar jiya.

​Day 3: Alvida aur Ek Nayi Shuruat

​Teesra din, yaani aakhri din. Airport ka terminal bhara hua tha, lekin un dono ke liye wahan sannaata tha. Ira ke paas uska saaman tha aur aankhon mein thode aansu, par chehre par wahi pyari si muskaan thi.

​Kabir ne use ek chhota sa lifafa diya. "Ismein kya hai?" Ira ne pucha. Kabir ne kaha, "Jab flight mein baithna, tab kholna."

​"Toh... ye aakhri baar hai?" Ira ki awaaz thodi kaanp gayi.

​"Nahi," Kabir ne uske bheege hue gaal ko chhuwate hue kaha. "Ye aakhri nahi hai. Humne teen din mein wo jiya hai jo log zindagi bhar mein nahi jee paate. Tum jahan bhi jaogi, mera ek hissa tumhare sath rahega."

​Ira ne use zor se gale lagaya. Wo ek aisa aalingan tha jismein darr nahi, balki ek gehra shukrana tha us mohabbat ke liye jo unhe naseeb hui thi. Ira security check-in ki taraf badh gayi, aur Kabir use tab tak dekhta raha jab tak wo nazron se ojhal nahi ho gayi.

​Flight ke udne ke baad, Ira ne Kabir ka lifafa khola. Usmein ek chhota sa panna tha, jis par Kabir ki diary ka ek hissa likha tha:

​"Mohabbat waqt ki mohtaaj nahi hoti. Kuch log zindagi bhar sath rehkar bhi ajnabi hote hain, aur kuch teen din mein hi poori zindagi ban jaate hain. Tum meri wo kahani ho, Ira, jo adhoori hokar bhi humesha poori rahegi. Khush rehna."

​Ira ne khidki se baahar badlon ko dekha. Uske hothon par ek muskaan thirak uthi. Unki love story sirf teen din ki thi, lekin wo mohabbat ab hamesha ke liye amar ho chuki thi.

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